It wasn't hot, and it wasn't freezing. The sun had already started sinking. Earlier, it had peeked out from behind gray clouds, but now you could hardly notice it, save for the faint light in the cloud bank. And you could hardly notice that with all the tall buildings blocking it out.

Partners usually worked together in the police force, but that night was a busy one, and Raz had had his own problems to attend to. So the Asian drove his squad car alone, down the quickly darkening streets. There were still a couple hours before sunset. People were still milling with the enthusiasm and purpose one got up to right after getting off work. Five-o-clock, his car's clock said. He made a left turn, hands gripping the wheel at ten and two. Something big and gray slammed into the hood of the squad car, and he hit the brakes, jerking the car to a sudden stop. Tires squealed. The engine hissed and steam billowed up from it, exercising its perfect timing the moment he'd stopped the car.

Shin hooked his head out the window, and stared at a chunk of concrete the size of a twenty gallon trash can. His eyes followed its supposed trajectory to where an historic looking building missing a chunk of its facade stood. A scrawny-looking man with too much eye shadow and too many metal studs on his accessories held up a single digit. The rest, he'd drawn into a fist. He waved it in the air, like he cared quite a bit about the statement, actually, then he took off running.

The radio pulled away from its velcro, and Shin spoke into it quickly, giving his location and situation. It took him a few moments to let someone know the car needed a tow, and that he was on-foot in pursuit of a criminal, and then he was off. Raz had a spare key, so he took his with him. Locked the car, even though it wasn't going anywhere. And ran.

He bolted down the street on the sidewalk after the guy that had ganked his car, slipping past passerby that had chosen the past few minutes to spill out.

The day wasn’t terrible. The bitter cold temperature had finally taken a warmer streak, and like many of New York’s inhabitants, Sara found herself out enjoying the day, and trying to soak up as much sun shin in the pre spring weather, as her golden fur could. The hood of her long coat was down, no longer caring about the odd looks that she received from the norms. In one hand, Sara gingerly balanced a short stack of takeout cartons… she really should have opted for a bag. In her other paw like hand, she carried a travel cup of tea. I couple of magazines tucked in the crook of her arm and well Sara was starting to feel like she had the balancing abilities of a character in a Dr. Seuss illustration. Cat in the Hat, eat your heart out.

As she walked, she brought the travel mug up to her nose, breathing in the steam. Mean while, whatever attention that she had attracted with her own presence, seemed to shift down the street. Unfortunately for Sara, there wasn’t a lot that she could see from her position. Her ears flicked back against her hair, flinching at the loud sound of a crunch from down the street, and as the crowd around her thickened, Sara found herself standing on her tip toes to try to peer above people’s heads and see exactly what was going on. “S’cuse me.” Sara sidestepped around a group of teens, nearly loosing the top carton of her take out, and having someone accidently kick her tail at her heals in the process.

Sara still couldn’t see what had happened, but she could see people a head of her getting shoved out of the way of someone barreling by them. “Get the heck to the side!” Sara called out. One man found himself only slightly air born when he tried to step in the teens way. He was shoved backwards into another cluster of norms and Sara found herself directly in the kid’s path. Chinese takeout and all. She braced herself, to shoulder to shoulder with a cluster of other people to move easily. She was shoved, landing square on her tail side. Her tea was nowhere to be found. It had clattered somewhere behind her and the three cartons of take out where momentarily airborne. Carton one and two were plucked out of the air, mid flight, but Sara’s left then right hands. Carton Three landed on the head of a man Sara realized she was sitting on. “Ah. Sorry.” She said sheepishly. Carton one and two were stacked in one hand again, and Sara dug into her pocket looking for the carry out napkins that they always gave her. Only mildly aware of a familiar face running by her.

If Sara was only mildly aware, then Shin's awareness was nonexistent. Now, that wasn't a snub on any old friends he had, not to notice them in a crowd, but rather his mind's focusing on business. And in this case, it was the nasty business of catching a 18-something goth juggernaut who'd destroyed police property with a chunk of building. He passed the crowd with all the professionalism he could must, saying "excuse me", "Police officer, coming through", and that sort of thing. As he got closer to the man, he shouted "Stop! I am an officer of the law!"

The man didn't really give a damn whether the Asian was asking him to stop or not, though one corner of his mouth did turn up slightly at the thought of all the inconvenience he'd dropped on him. His fingers crunched into the building in front of him, making handholds so he could climb up and out of the police officer's reach. It wasn't like the cop would shoot at him in so crowded of quarters, with all the people around. He made his way to the next level and broke a window to enter the small office building.

Shin caught the fire escape ladder in his hands, and started to climb.

The man who’d caught one of Sara’s cartons with his head glared at Sara, but her attention was drawn to Shin as he ran by. “Tell ya what. Just take the rest of the food.” Sara handed the man the rest of her cartons. “Should take care of the shirt. Right?” Sara said dusting some fried rice off of his shoulder with the back of her paw like hand. “Right.” Now where was her travel cup?

Sara dusted herself off, as she stood up. Glancing over her shoulder at Shin’s back as he ran. Her nose wrinkling when she saw his uniform. She hated them… Uniforms… Cops… Ok. They weren’t really on the top of her list either, but Shin was different, and wasn’t he supposed to have a partner watching his back?

Her eyes scanned around at the pile of people she’d fallen on. Her cup was nowhere to be seen, but neither was the young man whom shin had been chasing. He’d left his handy work on the brick wall though. Strong little scrawny guy. He’d knocked the people down around Sara like a ball through a set of pins. “Shin.” Sara called out, as she saw him reaching for the ladder to the fire escape. Sara making her own way into the chase.

The Asian's eyes swung around to momentarily focus on an old friend. Feline appearance. His eye mutation told him 6'2. That still worked. And currently, she had a bit of some sort of food on the knee of her pants. He wasn't sure how it had reached its current destination, but it was there.

"I'm sorry! I can't talk right now," Shin called down to her. He started climbing again, raining excuses. "I'm trying to catch the guy who threw a chunk of building at my squad car. He just went up into this building. Sorry, gotta go!" And on the 'gotta go,' he opened a door and entered the building.

It hadn't even occurred to him that she had wanted to help him out.

When the heck did she get food on her knee, Sara felt the space of fabric around her knee get cold from the wet and sticky sauce. Meanwhile, Shin was making excuses as to why he couldn’t talk. Well yeah. Sara saw that. The guy that he was chasing had caused Sara to waste her lunch.

“I know.” Sara called back as Shin disappeared into the apartment. What in the world did he really think that she’d followed him for? A spot of tea and some pastry? Sara crossed her arms while staring at the door where Shin had disappeared. Well… If Shin didn’t want her company she should probably just let him be and let him do his job…. Then again…

After a moment’s, with her arms crossed and her tail twitching, Sara crouched. With a decent kick off of the ground she’d made it half way up the ladder in a single stride. Her hands grabbing the sides of it, and one foot finding it’s perch a few feet lower.

A few minutes earlier, he'd been happy, fine, and hadn't had bruises from a lady's hand bag and a pending appointment with the law. He'd fouled that up miraculously, hadn't he? Up the side of the office building, through a broken window, and face to face with a woman who'd beaten him up worse than the middle school bully. He may have been a punk who threw chunks of buildings at police, but that didn't make him scum enough to hit a woman. Even if she was a rancid cute little thing.

"Dammit," Punky Throws Stuff at Shins cursed under his breath. What was he going to do? Why had he even been so stupid!? Oh yeah, he remembered a moment later. Because he hated cops and had a penchant for self destruction. He smiled about that as he made his way towards the fire escape. Stupid cop was likely to go through the front entrance and get tied up in red tape and questions by the people downstairs. He chuckled to himself as he walked along, carefully and carelessly putting all his worries behind him.

"Oh, hi." The Asian cop waved at him. Punky McMakesBadChoices broke out in a cold sweat. "Better not bolt," The Asian chided him. "That doesn't seem to work out for you so--" Well, he finished inside his head as the punk kid bolted. Sonofa... Were. The door behind him opened, and he glanced over his shoulder. "Well, hi." He said to his feline friend.