An hour or so later, the pair show up at the police department. Beck walks in, tugging his grey fedora down over his eyes, West following close behind him. She grins. She likes teasing Beck about his fedora. The only reason he wore it was because his hair was thinning in a few areas. Of course, he would never admit this, but his close friends knew the reason behind the hat without being told. Beck may be tall and masculine, but he cared about how he looked and despised the fact his hair was beginning to thin, and even turn silver in some spots. West knew this and was constantly bringing it up to mess with him.

West sweeps her chesnut hair behind her shoulder, having to speed walk to keep up with Beck's long strides. She doesn't visit the police station often and is relying on Beck to get her where she needs to go.

"Hey slow down!" she snaps after a few minutes of speed walking. "I'm not an overgrown giraffe like you are you know."

Beck glances over his shoulder at her, smirking.

"Oh, I'm sorry you can't keep up with me," he replies, "maybe one of these days you'll finally hit your growth spurt."

He turns back around, and West, who is far past the age where she could possibly grow another inch or two taller, smiles.

Finally, Beck...