It was a regular morning at the 15th squad when John Clark Jr. came in in a rush, sparking the curiosity of Andy.

"Sorry I'm late, everyone," Jr. said, sitting down at his desk.

"Everything, allright?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" he replied sitting down across from his partner.

"Well, because you haven't been late since... well, I don't even remember the last time you were late."

"I know, it's no biggie. I just had some trouble sleeping last night and I overslept this morning."

Andy nodded, however John new he wasn't going to drop the matter. A nod usually meant he understood he didn't want his problems broadcast over the whole squad and that he would bring it up later when they were alone. It was just one of those qualities that made Andy such a good partner- when of course he was in a friendly partner like mood, that is.

Just then a beautiful woman with a slim figure, long brown hair, and a beautiful complexion entered the room looking rather upset. "Uh, excuse me, can I speak to a Detective Clark right away?"

Jr. looked up at the mention of his name and nearly fell out of his chair when he saw who was standing before him. "Kirsten?!"

"John! Oh, I'm so happy to see you!" she said, running over to him and giving him a hug, both unaware of Rita's evil glare toward them from her desk.

"Kirsten, what are you doing here? How- When-"

"Can we talk somewhere in private?"

"Uh, sure. Let's go in the coffee room."

They both then proceeded into the coffee room, while everyone in the room watched them, curious as to whom the mystery girl was.

When they both entered the room, Jr. quietly closed the door behind him and turned to face her, both of them being silent for a few moments.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare, I just thought I'd never see you again," Jr. stated.

"Yeah, me, too."

"So, why now of all times did you chose to come back to see me? Was it to hurt me again?"

"What?! John, look I... I don't have time for this. Look, maybe this was a bad idea, I'm sorry."

Jr. sighed and stopped her. "I'm sorry. I... So why did you come to see me?"

"Well, I was talking to your cousin on the phone the other day and she mentioned that you were a detective here."

"Yeah, so?"

"So, I have a problem and I need someone I can trust."

"Someone you can trust? Gee, I thought that I would be the last person for that."

"Look, can we just forget about the past for one minute and pretend that I'm just a regular citizen of New York needing your help?"

"A citizen? You live here? You've been living here all this time?"

"Yeah, but I-"

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"What?! You don't even know what I want help with, yet!"

"No, but why should I help you after what you did to me? Is that all I'm good for? Is that the only reason why you came to see me, because of my job title?"

"You know, I could have picked any cop I wanted to, but I didn't because I wanted someone I knew I could trust and ever since I first met you, I've trusted you with my whole life. Now do I need to go to someone else, or will you help me?"

John hesitated a moment. "Fine, what's up?"

"Okay, uh, well it's my ex-husband. I broke up with him because he cheated on me, on several occasions, and now he wants me back. I told him no, but he wouldn't give up. He keeps calling me, driving by my apartment, leaving me notes on my door, everything. He even left one that said, "If I can't have you, no one can". I got a restraining order against him, but he keeps walking through them."

"Did he give you that bruise on your arm?"

"Yeah. He came over the other night. And when I wouldn't let him in, he broke down my door and started yelling at me. And when I threatened to called the cops, he grabbed me really hard and said that if I did he would kill me."

"When was this?"

"The night before last. I'm sorry, I know you don't want to be hearing about this, but I didn't know what else to do."

She then broke down in John's arms, John trying as best as he could to keep his professional appearance clear, for he hated to admit it, but he wanted to strangle her himself after what she did to him years before.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I just..."

John sighed it's okay. What's his name?"

She hesitated for a few moments. "Jack Martin."

"Jack Martin? As in my best friend back in college, Jack Martin? You married him?"

"Well, you guys weren't really friends when we..."

"Yeah, that's because he told me he was moving to California. And we had gotten into a fight over it, but I never-"

"Look, please can we leave the past behind us? I need help."

"Fine. But just until you're safe. Then I never want to see you again."

He then stormed out, as she quietly followed behind him. "Uh, how-"

"I'll call you when I have some info," he stated coldly to her.

"Okay," she barely whispered, walking quickly out of the room.

"What was that all about?" Andy asked.

"Not much. Just someone I knew back in college who wants me to help her because her ex-husband is threatening her and won't leave her alone. Look uh, I'm going to go pay this guy a visit."

"Need help?"

"Na, not yet. I'll let you know when or if I do."

He then quietly walked out of the room, steamed full of anger at everything. And wondering how his old buddy Jack was going to react once he came face to face with him after all this time.