Elijah felt like he was going to lose his mind. At that moment a realization came to him. One that he had felt and had tried to ignore but, it was there and now it was glowing in his mind and his heart causing a pain he didn't want to face but could no longer ignore.

Some people could never be helped.

"Fine. It's just me thats the problem isn't it? I won't help you with your little brother or..." he took the paper and ripped it in half before his eyes. "Getting out of here. Any trouble you get into, it'll be the other constable to deal with or perhaps you'll find yourself dead in an alley after a particularly bad beating. You both seem to beg for it. So now, you figure it out yourselves. You'll still be at the mercy of the law, just not with me behind it." He threw the paper to the floor and stormed out of the station, nearly crashing into Wesley.

"My friend, what is..."

"I'm taking a break!" Elijah nearly yelled at him before walking off out of sight.

The blond constable walked in with his hand bandaged. He eyed the injured Anthony and Noah and gave a very pleased smile. "Well well well.. i guess its just us now."