You've always been a little...naughty. Graffiti, rooftop parkour, abandoned buildings, partying. It was your life. And of course you got caught by the cops, and one of them was your best friend-Hank. He's been catching you at least 3 times a week, the police station's already become your 2nd home, and the whole precinct knew you by now.

And then one day, while drawing something on the wall again, you felt someone's presence and turned around and saw a tall, trim guy looking at you glumly and shaking his head "to the car, quickly" A deep and velvety voice made you swallow, there he was. Your best friend Hank