|A Bad Girl's Best Friend
Author: Kat Lee formerly Pirate Turner PM
What will happen when a cop stops Nikki on the way to a rescue?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Crime - Words: 634 - Published: 05-02-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5034079
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Nikki groaned as she saw the flashing blue lights start spinning in her rearview mirror. She hit the steering wheel in frustration but started to pull over nonetheless, Tasha's reprimanding voice resounding in her head. She had cost the team too many violations recently, and they were beginning to frown upon her reckless behavior. But damn it, she thought fiercely, stomping her foot against the floor, Tasha and Val were in trouble, and she was the only one who could make it there on time!
She watched, fuming and cursing to herself, as the officer got out of his squad car and made the walk to her vehicle. He swung his hips just so, and she knew before ever looking at his face or hearing him speak one word that he was one of those blasted cops who thought wearing a badge was the hottest thing in town. She looked up at him with fury glowering in her eyes as he stooped beside her window.
"Now what's a nice girl like you doing flying like that?" the officer drawled, grinning down at her. "You hurrying to your wedding, pretty lady?"
Nikki scowled, anger flushing her being. It wouldn't hurt, she decided, to have one more violation stacked against her. Let Tasha piss it on when she found out that the new one was made in trying to rescue her ass. Nikki returned the cop's smile with a pleasant one of her own. "I'm with VIP, and two of my co-workers are in desperate need of a rescue."
"They can't be hurting for help so badly that you need to drive like that, sweetheart," the cop replied, not recognizing her team's name.
"Sure they are," Nikki answered, her grin firmly in place. "Let me just get you my license. It's in my purse in the back." She turned, providing him with a show of plenty from her tight top's cleavage as she reached behind her seat and grasped what she was after.
The cop paled when Nikki turned back around. His knees shook audibly, and he struggled just to breathe. His eyes grew so big that Nikki thought they might actually pop out of his head.
"I am not a nice girl," Nikki informed the terrified cop as she leveled her grenade launcher at him, all traces of her previous smile vanished. "Now, like I said, my team mates need me. You gonna write me a ticket?"
The cop tried to speak, but his tongue was suddenly far too dry to form even one syllable. He shook his head frantically instead.
"Now be a good, little oinker and get the Hell out of my way."
Still nodding frantically, the cop stumbled away from Nikki's car. His foot missed its place, and he slipped down, falling hard on his rear end. Nikki glanced one time, making certain that she had enough room, and then peeled off. They said diamonds were a girl's best friend, she reflected as she laid her favorite grenade launcher in the seat beside her, and maybe they were for a nice girl, but she was not a nice girl and her grenade launcher was definitely her best bud. She smirked as she sped off to the rescue.