Diego stalked down the cool streets of the night, the hum of the city like a drumbeat in his ears, calling to him as he ventured down the next alleyway. The cartel had to be somewhere around here, his information was solid. He wasn't noticing anyone who looked like a cartel member though, and he was running out of time. The source said they would be heading off with their newest shipment at midnight, he had only minutes left.

Heading down the next alley, Diego felt himself stumble for a moment, before adjusting his gaze to see a junkie on the floor, needle sticking out of their arm and moaning. Shaking his head, Diego headed off to leave them, deciding he'd phone the paramedics after he'd cleaned up the rats he knew were waiting for him, so the junkie wouldn't die in some gutter, when he heard them mutter out a name.

"Diego…?"

Whirling around at the voice and ducking low, closer to them and to avoid being seen if anyone had just heard the voice, Diego lo"oked over and took a step back at what he saw. His brother, Klaus Hargreeves, laid in the gutter, needle in his arm, eyes cloudy and glazed.

"Hiii, Diego." Klaus said with a small giggle, before Diego put his hand over Klaus' mouth.

"Klaus, what the hell are you doing here?" Diego asked, looking over his brother. It was clear Klaus was in a bad way.

Klaus gave a muffled reply before Diego retracted his hand, putting a finger to his lips to tell Klaus to be quiet.

"Please, Klaus. Be quiet. I need to go deal with these cartel goons. Once I'm done, I'll be back, alright?" Diego said to him. "Just be quiet."

"Huh, what cartel?" Klaus asked. "I'll help!" He volunteered with a grin and a small giggle, struggling to his feet then stumbling on them, falling towards Diego, who quickly stuck his arms out to catch his brothers fall.

"Klaus, look at you, you can't help. Now I know there's a hive of drugs activity going on a street or two over, I need to go put a stop to it. Just stay here, please, until I get back, then we'll go somewhere and talk?" Diego pleaded as Klaus just grinned at him. "Come on man, it'll be like old times, be the lookout for me?"

"Alright, Diego, we'll be the lookouts, won't we Ben?" Klaus asked, looking off over Diego's shoulder, Diego sighing as he did. He didn't have time to deal with Klaus right now and his pleas for attention, pretending to see Ben when he was clearly as high as a kite. Diego needed to focus, needed to take these guys down and then he could worry about making sure his brother wasn't found dead in this alleyway the next morning.

"Just stay low, Klaus." Diego muttered as he walked on by, passing through the alleyway, he stopped when he heard voices up ahead on the street.

"What happened to that drugged up idiot? He hasn't pestered us for any more drugs in over an hour." One voice said.

"Who cares? Maybe he's died. Just keep your eyes peeled. Boss said the police might have gotten wind of the operation, he's more than ready for them though. We need to make sure if they do show up, we warn him before they get too close."

Diego had heard all he needed to hear. Now he needed an opening. He could throw his knives, but one would likely raise the alarm before he could get them. Once they turned away, he could hit them both with ease. Watching, he saw as the two of them turned around and headed away from the alleyway, walking quickly out into the light, he whipped out two of his blades and threw them, both striking their targets and dropping the two mobsters to the ground. Walking over to them, Diego searched them for any communication devices, finding only a walkie talkie, he pocketed it and dragged the two bodies into the alleyway, using the shadows to obscure them.

Looking back towards where his brother should have been laid out, Diego noticed a distinct lack of Klaus. Cursing under his breath, he headed back away from where he'd attacked the two goons and started saying "Klaus?!" As quietly yet as loudly as he could. Hearing some shouts coming back from where he came, Diego whirled around and headed back, past the two unconscious goons, to see his brother, staggering out onto the street, in broad view of where the cartel members were based, and yelling at the top of his voice.

"YOOHOO! Over here!" Klaus slurred as he staggered towards them, men coming to see what the commotion was, guns raised. Diego cursed some more, raising his knives and preparing to take aim when he heard the guys laughing. Straining to hear, he could hear the men welcoming Klaus, offering him some extra product, if what they'd given him earlier hadn't been enough. For a reduced price, naturally, for such a loyal customer.

Diego grinned as a few of them got into closer view, all surrounding Klaus, that was, until one of them grabbed Klaus' ass and another grabbed his wrists, pulling him towards them, Klaus giving a small moan of protest as they mauled him.

"No...please..." Klaus said.

"You hear that? The fag loves it." One of them grinned before backhanding Klaus. "That was for using that pretty mouth of yours for something other than sucking my cock, you gay whore. Now get on your knees." He said, shoving Klaus onto the floor who fell with a cry.

"Oh I wish you hadn't done that." Diego announced loudly, stepping out into the light, the cartel members seeing him and reaching for their guns. They were quick but Diego was quicker, quickly throwing some of his knives towards them, he watched with a small thrill of pleasure as they found their marks, dropping all of them. Rushing over to Klaus, who was now knelt on the floor and quielty crying, Diego hesitantly put a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"I'm here, Klaus. I'm here now."

"D-Diego?" Klaus asked, focusing on his brother for the first time. "H-How?"

"I'm not leaving you out here, Klaus." Diego told him. "So why don't you come with me back to my place and we'll talk?"

"Ok." Klaus mumbled as he let Diego help him back to his feet and then let Diego gently lead him back to where he first found him, then into Diego's car, hearing the approaching sounds of police sirens, Diego sighed and climbed into the front seat, turning on the engine. He'd have to let the police sweep up the cartel. He had his brother to try and fix.