(OOC: CRAP! 27 posts already! Zomg. I never say that. I don't know where to start.

BTW help, I'm not sure what to do now. )
Cosmin Iancu was a man that Reuben Amrozowicz was proud of. No longer devoted to crime and sociopathic self-actualization at the cost of harming society, he had promised to hunt down the gang he had once led. A man's word was as good as the Torah itself. Reuben believed that completely. No man was without a vestige of goodness, nor hope for what might come or who he might be.
Now, though, everything had changed. Upon his release from prison, that same gang murdered Cosmin's wife and kidnapped his daughter. Secretly, Reuben feared what effect that might have on Cosmin. He saw it when he closed his eyes--everything the man had worked to build and glue together to be shattered irrevocably. Walking down the hall of the station, Reuben could not stop to sit, and he could not bring himself to return home.
Cosmin Iancu was not his case and never had been. Yet he was strangely attracted to it. He did not want to see Cosmin slip back into criminal ways. Reuben could not be witness to that unthinkable outcome. It would crush him. This, he did not know, but in his heart.
"Amrozowicz! You still here? It's four am!" Reuben turned, and with a pained smile, acknowledged the duty officer. "I thought your shift ended six hours ago."
"It's all right," said Reuben, shuffling down the hall, his hands in his pockets. "I'm just going now." He nodded at the other man and made his way outside, into the city. In the distance he heard sirens, and closer, a bird serenading a lonely beloved. Reuben was committed. He disappeared into the streets, seeking unattainable solace.