I Just Want You To Know Who I Am

Summary: Real World AU! Police Officer Kanan Jarrus was just transferred to the small city of Lothal. It's a relatively peaceful city, if you ignore the fact that there is a mob that goes by the Imperials that enjoy terrorizing the citizens. But Kanan also has something else to deal with: a teenager who seems to pickpocket tri-weekly, and shoplift bi-weekly.

Chapter 1: A New City

Officer Kanan Jarrus drove into the city in his car. He was the newest part of the Lothal Police Department. He used to work over in the even larger city of Coruscant, but due to a change in power he was forced to transfer.

From what he had seen of Lothal so far, it seems to be much quieter than Corscant. He debated in his head whether this was a good thing of a bad thing. Sure he had heard that Lothal has its problems, but hey, what city didn't?

He eventually found the police department and went in.

"Hey, look the new guy is here." said a very tall and very muscular guy who seemed to be in his mid-forties. He had a large amount of dark facial hair but was a bit bald on top of his head. He came over to Kanan. "The name's Garazeb Orrelios. But call me Zeb."

"Kanan Jarrus," Kanan introduced. Looking around he saw there was only one other person there, a girl about twenty or so, with black hair that was died with some orange on top. "So where are the others?"

"Oh, well Hera and Chopper are out on patrol, and Fulcrum is in the office, but that's it." the girl said. "I'm Sabine Wren."

"There are only six officers in this town?" Kanan asked in shock.

"Well, it's a small town, but that is why we were happy to get you here." Zeb said.

"How does it work with only six people?" Kanan asked.

"Well since it is such a small town we normally only have two people on patrol, while we have two on standby at the station. Fulcrum only really leaves in an emergency. He's the one who dispatches us." Sabine said.

"So these two others?" Kanan asked.

"Well there's Hera, who is maybe thirty something, I never really cared to ask, she is about average height and is usually pretty nice, but don't mess with her. If you piss her off you are on your own." Sabine said.

"The same goes to Chopper, except he is normally in a bad mood." Zeb said. "A short guy he is, barely able to reach the pedals of the patrol car."

"Well, Fulcrum is expecting you, go on in." Sabine said, before spinning in her spinny chair.

Kanan walked over to the door and saw a mirror by it, making sure that his shoulder length brown hair was still tied back and short beard was not a mess. He deemed himself presentable. He knocked on the door.

"Yeah come in." a voice, supposedly Fulcrum said.

Kanan did so and could not really see Fulcrum clearly, due to the fact there was very little light in the room.

"Ah, Kanan Jarrus, welcome to the LPD." Fulcrum said. "I am Commissioner Fulcrum."

"Glad to be here, I guess." Kanan said.

"Well, I'll give you today to go move in and to get acquainted with the town. Be back here at 7 am sharp to go on patrol." Fulcrum said.

"Yes sir." Kanan said, before exiting the room.

"So, how'd it go?" Zeb asked.

"What do you mean?" Kanan asked. "He just told me to be back here at 7 tomorrow morning to go on patrol. I'm going to go move into my apartment now."

"Is it near here?" Sabine asked.

"About three blocks." Kanan said walking out of the department.

"Watch your wallet." Zeb warned with a laugh.

Kanan got a confused as the door closed, he shook his head and got back in his car and drove to the apartment complex.

His apartment was a good size, with one bath room, a bed room, and a kitchen that was sort of separate from the living area. The person who lived in there before had recently come across money so he moved out, leaving all the furniture, so Kanan was happy that he didn't have to try to find a couch or television.

He put away all his items a looked outside. The view was, okay, but it seemed to be a nice day so he decided to go for a walk so he could see the town.

As Kanan walked down the street he noticed a young boy, he seemed to be about fourteen and he was closely following a man, Kanan supposed was his father. But after the man stopped to talk to someone the boy stopped as well in his father's blind spot while being out of sight of the other person engaged in the conversation. But what happened next shocked Kanan. The boy slipped his hand into his father's back pocket, pulled out his wallet, grabbed some cash, slipped the wallet back in and started to walk off like nothing happened.

"Hey!" Kanan called.

The boy looked shocked for a moment, before he took off running. Kanan did the only thing he could think of, he ran after the boy. He had to admit the boy was fast and agile, almost losing him a few times. But Kanan managed to catch up in an alley way.

"Look, kid, just give the money back and I'm sure the man won't press charges." Kanan reasoned.

"Um, no." the kid said.

"Look, I'm an off duty police officer, I can bring you in." Kanan threatened.

"I would like to see you try." the boy smirked. Kanan started to take the boy in, like his earlier observation he seemed to be around fourteen, but he seemed to be rather short and skinny for his age. His clothes were grimy of dirt and sweat; he had light dark skin, bright blue eyes and hair so dark it seemed to be blue.

The said boy looked around the alleyway, smirked and had the nerve to taunt Kanan, "Well, nice to meet you, but I really must be going. So I guess I'll see you around, not that you'll see me." He ran towards Kanan, but at the last second veered left, jumped onto a dumpster in a signal leap, and leapt from the dumpster onto the roof and pulled himself up.

"Who is this kid?" Kanan asked himself before turning around and heading back towards the victim of the pickpocket theft was left.

"Did you catch him?" the man asked.

"He got away." Kanan responded. "Do you know what he took?"

"I checked, he took about $20 cash." the man said.

"That's all?" Kanan asked confused. Why wouldn't the kid take a card or more cash? Wouldn't the kid want the money for the latest gizmo, $20 wouldn't be nearly enough. "How much money did you have to begin with?"

"About $50. A twenty, a ten and four fives." the man told him. "He took the ten and two of the fives."

"Why wouldn't he take all the money?" Kanan asked.

"He never does." the man said.

"What?" Kanan asked.

"How do you not at least know of the kid?" the man asked.

"I just moved here." Kanan explained.

"Ah, well, the kid has hit up everyone at least once. He's a regular pickpocket, never takes more than half the cash in the wallet." the man said. "This was, I believe, my third time."

"Why would he take only half the money?" Kanan asked.

"No one really knows." the man said. "He's kind of a Phantom. He just shows up and disappears. No one has ever caught him before. We don't even know his name."

The kid in question was currently halfway across town. "That idiot needs to find a new place for his wallet." The boy known as Ezra Bridger to his family and friends was currently trying to make his way towards the grocery to get some food with the money he just got.

Ezra did not feel too bad about taking the money. Honestly if the people made it that easy it was almost like they were begging to be pick-pocketed. And Ezra never took too much, the most he had ever taken was $30 and that particular person had at least $100. Honestly, if it wasn't for that random guy he never saw before the person he pick-pocketed would have never even known. If someone else saw him doing it, they knew by now that they wouldn't be able to stop him, in fact Ezra believed that what went through their minds every times was, "Oh that idiot is getting pick pocketed by the kid again."

Ezra walked into the store, getting a small glare from the manager. On the occasions that he couldn't get money he would of course have to steal from the store, but he never took much. A can of beans, fruit, and a bottle of water was the most he has ever stolen. Ezra flashed the money and the manager rolled his eyes. The manager knew how Ezra got the money, not that he particularly cared as long as he got money.

Ezra looked around the store before decided on getting a jar of peanut butter; that could last him a week for three meals! He also got a few bottles of water, and a few cans of fruit and beans. He went to the checkout.

"Phantom," the cashier said.

Ezra always smirked at what the people called him, at least on the outside. Truth be told he died a little each time in his heart when someone called him that. No one ever bothered to learn anything about him, if they did, they wouldn't be to disapproving of what he did. She scanned his groceries. "$15.67"

Ezra handed her the money and she put the change in one of the plastic bags with his food. "Thank you." Ezra said. The girl did not wish a good day like she would to any other costumer, he figured because he has stolen from them in the past.

As Ezra walked home he saw a young boy, about his age walk into a house. "Mom, I'm home," was heard before the door closed. He got a pang in his heart. He continued to an alley and walked down it to a large box, he opened it and stepped inside.

"I'm home." Ezra called, before sitting down, hugging his knees. "I'm fourteen. I shouldn't be living in a box with just me, myself, and I." But he was forced to, ever since that day eight years ago.

I think that's a good stopping point for this chapter. Tell me what you think :)