A/N: Omg, I am posting again. I haven't posted any ff in nearly a year, I have been so out of the loop. So here is to hoping that this story is up to snuff. Just a little FYI, this is a short story, majority of it is already written. Most chapters will be small, like 2k words more or less, with a tentative posting schedule of at least once a week, but maybe more. But don't hold that entirely against me when the characters start taking over. Its rated M for violence, language and some touchy subjects. And I just wanted to state that I am not a doctor, lawyer, cop or anything and any information regarding those topics are only researched and are subjected to being incorrect. Bare with me, its fiction and its just for fun.

Thanks to HopelessRomantic79 for her beta skills

Prologue

I was arrested at Edna's Diner one dark stormy night a full year after I met her. It was the same diner we had met at. The same diner we had our first coffee together, our first dinner and it was the same diner where she told us our lives were going to change forever.

I sat in our booth, the red squeaky vinyl giving my presence away. I shifted slightly to get comfortable knowing that I wouldn't be here for long. I could only run and hide for so long. I knew eventually they would come for me. It was inevitable. I looked up quickly at the lightening flashing violently across the sky as the heavens opened up a little bit more. A torrential rainfall fell across the inky sky almost in waves. It was late night or early morning, I didn't quite know. The streets were dead besides the sporadic traffic crossing from one side of town to the other. The twenty four-hour diner I sat in was always open no matter the weather nor the number of patrons.

"You're here awfully late aren't ya hun?" I glanced up at the scratchy voice of Mary, our usual waitress. She was in her early sixties and should have been off her feet a good decade ago. She reached over and flipped the empty coffee cup on the table over and quickly filed it to the brim with coffee that had probably been sitting in the pot for the last four hours. "Where's the Mrs.?"

"She's…." I cleared my throat. How do I answer that? Mary has known us each separately for a long time, but for the last year she got to watch us meet, fall in love and begin our life together. I didn't cherish the thought of her also getting to see our life together end. "Um…could I just get my usual please?"

She nodded her head and walked away. My usual was a sausage and cheese omelet with hash browns and it sounded so damn good. If I was going to be finally caught tonight, I at least wanted my one final meal.

I looked out the window as I sipped my coffee. The events from the last couple weeks were playing through my head on an endless loop. Just a month ago our lives were perfect. Both had great jobs, nice apartment, our lives were just starting out. Then he happened, I retaliated and then…

"Here's your usual hun. Ya know…you can talk to me if you need to? I've known you and the Mrs. for quite a while. I've been through love and loss and heartache too. I may be able to help you work out some things if need be."

"Mmm, Thanks Mary but I don't think you can help here. I'm good for now. Thanks." She set down my check and smiled politely as she walked away. I hummed to myself. I'd miss her too, like the mother I never really had. I grabbed the ketchup, nearly drowning my plate in it, before I started eating. I glanced at the check and saw I owed her $11.89 for my meal. I pulled a couple $100 dollar bills from my wallet and slid it over on the table towards the window. It was the least I could do. I imagine the cops would be here any second and the commotion it would cause would forever change this diner's perception of me. Hell, who knows, maybe my arrest would even get this Ma and Pa shop some more business.

I was almost finished with my plate when I saw the red and blue lights cutting across the rainy night. I took another sip of my coffee and sat back, staring out the window. There was surprisingly only one cop car, two officers. I had figured on more, but apparently I wasn't that important, yet they had been tracking me for days.

They walked in together. One was a big burly guy; the other looked like he had eaten way too many donuts in his life. Shaking off the rain, they headed down the aisle towards me. I calmly set my fork down and pushed away my plate.

"You know why we're here son?" the portly guy asked. I nodded and stood, turned around and put my hands behind my back. He started to cuff me as the big burly guy started reading me my Miranda Rights.

"Jasper Hale Whitlock, you are wanted on the charge of murder in the second degree of one Mr. James William Hargrove. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

"Yes sir."

A/N: Teaser of the next chapter for those who want it, please review :)