Disclaimer: I do not own Disney, Hollywood Records, etc. :)

A/N: It's this annoying plot that had been bugging me for a while - Me and my friends were hyper, and actually we just finished watching the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants - The last 'sad' part - I think I cried. Anyways.

Also - I had an idea to make this higher rated - But tell me what you think. ;)

Sorry this is so short and weak - You know I'm never good with introductory chapters. :)

"Oken," he answered, running a hand through his hair.

"OKEN!" He winced. "What were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking that he was a suspect, and that the moment he put me in danger, I should put my life ahead of his - So I tackled him!" He sighed again. "I didn't think his back would be that fragile."

"Well - I hope you're coming in today - You and I - We've got a high-profile case to work on," his boss said briskly, not elaborating.

"Yes sir."

Oliver Oken - Straight out of College, studying Law Enforcement, was now known as Officer Oken.

He moved to San Francisco, leaving Malibu and his past behind.

He didn't feel the need to remember heartbreaks, or betrayals.

Most of all - He didn't need to remember the 'friend' that had caused said heartbreak and betrayal.

In his dreams - He still saw her - Remembering the old times - When they used to be inseperable, along with their other best friend, Lilly, who coincidentally became a doctor in San Francisco s well.

Then, times changed - and she became different.

He wasn't sure what happened - But she became more introverted, and private.

It was like they weren't her best friends anymore - And slowly, she drifted away, and away - Until she started ignoring them completely, before finally, moving away, without another word.

And of all times - Oliver Oken had chosen that time period to fall in love with Miley Stewart.

Oliver sighed, as he shut the phone, leaning his forehead against the roof of his car - Which turned out to be a mistake, as he flew back, yelping, and rubbing his forehead in annoyance. He definitely needed to start parking his car in the garage - Especially during the hot months. Still cursing and mumbling, he slid into his car, and started the drive down to the Police Headquarters.

He flipped on his radio, and nodded his head along to the beat of the incomprehensible song, before he changed his mind, and turned to a different station.

His hands nearly froze on the steering wheel.

"Here's Hannah Montana, with her new single, 'Goodbye'!"

Her voice - The sweet, alluring voice, now matured with time, had become even more alluring, and beautiful. His mind was suddenly penetrated by an image he tried to block out for years - The blue-green eyes, the perfect nose - The sweet, supple lips, that he had never gotten the joy of finally kissing--

That's when he realized that his knuckles were white with the grip he had on the steering wheel.

He scowled.

He wasn't about to let a mere memory take over his life - Especially when he didn't care about her anymore.

He smacked the radio off, and stomped his foot on the gas pedal.

--

Oliver slid into his chair, whirling around and resting his elbows on his desk, as he allowed his fingers to massage his temples.

"Hey!" He paused, and turned to stare at his interruption. It was Will - The new pimply Rookie they had recruited recently.

"Hi, Will - Listen--"

But he didn't.

"What's up with you? You look like you saw a ghost."

"I mind as well have," he mumbled. "Uh - Don't you have paperwork to do, or something?"

"Oh right!" He scampered off, and Oliver sighed in relief, leaning back in his chair.

He rubbed his temple, groaning quietly, waiting for his boss to--

"OKEN!"

There it was.

"Sir," he mumbled in response.

"In my office - We've got a lot to discuss."

"Right."

Oliver trudged his way into the office, swinging his hat on his finger.

"Sit down, Oken." He sighed. "How do you feel about babysitting a needy popstar in need of a bodyguard?"

Oliver smirked. "It depends. Is it a she?"

"Definitely a 'she'."

"Who is it? And why us?"

"Because we're one of the best departments on the west coast - and her manager requested us specifically. Apparently she's been receiving weird notes from a so-called stalker."

"Why me?"

"Well - Technically, it's both of us together and.. You're one of our best, Oken, and you really do need to get out of the city."

Oliver sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Who's the needy popstar?"

"Hannah Montana."

I'm a freak who can't concentrate on one story at a time. :) Enjoy - You'll enjoy more later. Review please. :)