Scott left the locker room forty-five minutes later, walked out to his car, tossed his duffle bag in the trunk then got in and drove out of the parking lot. One of the perks of being a star player and having your own car was that he wasn't dependent on riding around on the team bus back and forth, plus with the weekend off, he could spend a few days catching up with old friends. Scott flipped the radio on after coming to a stop at a redlight, but didn't have time to change the station as the light turned green, as he accelerated from the light he listened in shock as the music was interrupted by a special news report concerning a shooting at the high school. He was even more stunned as the news continued to report that a student by the name of Jesus Valens was a probable shooting victim, Scott had played ball with Valens during his senior year and had more or else struck up a friendship with him, Valens was an exceptional shortstop with a good chance of going pro and he hoped the news report was wrong about him being shot.

The next thing Scott knew, he was seeing flashing blue lights in his rearview mirror seconds before the the intermittent noise of a siren wailed as a warning for him to pull over to the side of the road. Scott sat and waited for the Officer to come up along side his car then listened as the Officer spoke in an almost automated fashion from having to say the same thing after every stop,

"Good afternoon sir, license, registration and proof of insurance please"

As Scott reached into the glovebox and retrieved the required documents, the Officer continued in his automated tone, "Sir, the reason I pulled you over, you were going 57 miles per hour in a 45 mile an hour zone, were you aware you were going that fast?"

Scott handed the Officer the documents with the thought that the Officer must of heard time after time the same old answer everytime after pulling some one over, so he added some reason behind his answer to the Officers question, " No Sir, not really, I was listening to the news of the shooting at the high school, I think I might of known one of the victims", he said making sure his voice sounded genuinely sorry.

He watched as the Officer flipped through the documents, then was suddenly concerned by the smirk spreading across the Officers face as he looked up from the drivers license in his hand, " Well, well... what have we here, a Jagielski, and the baby Brother who went off to college at that since I've not seen you around town.... here's what we're gonna do kid", The Officers tone wasn't so automated anymore as he handed back the documents, removed his sun glasses, then rested his hands on top of the driverside door then leaned down slightly to speak.

Suddenly growing worried, Scott took back the documents, then looked back at the Officer uncertain as to what was about to happen when he noticed the expression on the Officers face like he was the cat that just caught the canary.

" This speeding tickets gonna cost you some money kid...3000k to be exact, if you want this to go away, otherwise, next time I pull you over, I'll plant enough drugs in your car I'll have to arrest you for possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute... a felony charge, cost you a hell of alot more money then that to get out of a felony charge then to payoff a spending ticket...I'm sure a smart college boy like you can do the math", the Officer said with a shit eating grin on his face.

Scott blinked his eyes rapidly in disbelief and stammered slightly," I-I, dont have that much money, besides that's extortion, or blackmail, you cant do that, its against the law", he wasn't sure if this was actually some type prank or joke or not and he looked around hoping cameramen were gonna pop out of hiding sometime really soon.

" Don't play stupid, kid, or I'll fuck up your world right now", The Officer growled angrily, "Your a Jagielski, get the money from that gangster Brother of yours, and have it by this time tomorrow, or you'll be playing baseball in the prison league, understand me kid".

Scott nodded his head in anger then watched as the Officer sneered back at him before returning to the cop car and getting in. As the Cop car pulled around him, the Officer waved then drove off, Scott fought back the urge to flip him the middle finger and slammed his hand against the steering wheel instead, "FUCK", he yelled out loud, he knew sooner or later, his Brother, the wanna be Crime Boss, was gonna in one way or another gonna come back and bite him on the ass, Scott wished he had just gone on and returned to UCLA instead of staying in Justice, now he had no choice but to see Brian, and worse yet, ask Brian for money. He slammed the palm of his hand down on the steering wheel a few more times before starting the car and jamming it int gear with a frustrated growl as the wheels spun slightly before launching the car forward.