Nash Bridges – Ghost Of A Chance
(All characters do not belong to me, with the exception of Lynette whom is my creation, and is no relation to the character of the same name that appeared on the series.)
As Nash and Joe approached the car, they noticed a woman sitting on the hood. Her legs were crossed, while they hung over the side. Her arms were stretched back, supporting her, against the hood of the car.
"Excuse me…," Nash said, as he approached her. "This is a car not a lawn chair."
"Captain Bridges," she said, happily. He peered closer, squinting in the sun.
"I don't believe…," he started.
Recognizing her, Joe smiled and said, "Lynette."
"Joe," she said, returning his smile. Turning her attention back to Nash, she said, "I can't believe you forgot all about me."
"Believe me sister, I could never forget about you," Nash said, "You look different."
"I think it's your hair," Joe said, "It's a lot shorter than before."
"I'm still getting used to it myself," Lynette said, "What do you think? Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it looks nice," Joe said.
Walking towards her Nash said, "Very nice." Leaning against the car beside her, he said, "I need you to move."
Lynette peered around Nash, at Joe and said, "Is he still obsessing about the car?"
"Alright, sister, come on," Nash said, taking her hands and helping her down.
"Why, thank you," Lynette smiled at him.
"I know I'm going to regret asking," Nash said, "But what brings you back here?"
"Captain Bridges, I haven't seen you for all of three weeks," Lynette said, "I missed you."
about me?" Joe said, "Didn't you miss me?"
"Desperately," Lynette joked.
Nash laughed and said, "Okay, it's very nice to see you again…"
"You know," Lynette cut him off, as she placed her hands on the edge of the car door, "I've never been in a convertible before."
Joe knew she was fishing for a ride, but he said, "Nash, don't we have to go?"
"That we do," Nash said.
As he reached the drivers side door, Lynette said, "I don't suppose you could…?"
"Can I give you a lift somewhere?" Nash sighed.
"No, never mind," Lynette said, "I don't want to be a bother."
"Get in the car," Nash said. Joe opened the door for her and smiling she thanked him as she climbed in the back seat.
Along the way, Nash said, "Lynette, I hope you don't mind if we make a stop at the depot store first."
"Whatever you say," she said.
They pulled up along side the store and Nash and Joe got out of the car. "Can I come too?" Lynette said.
yourself," Nash said. Lynette followed them and spying the sign
on the door Nash groaned. "Closed?" he said, "At this time
"That's odd, the guy knew we were coming," Joe said.
"What kind of business is he running here?" Nash said.
Lynette tried the door and was surprised to find it unlocked. "It's open," she offered.
"It sure is," Joe said, gesturing to the broken hinge.
"Bubba, I'm getting a bad feeling," Nash said.
"Same here," Joe said.
"Lynette, get in the car," Nash said.
"Is something wrong?" Lynette said.
"I don't have time to discuss it," Nash said, "Just get in the car and stay there."
Lynette did as she was told, climbing into the back seat. She sat and waited for awhile. "What's going on in there?" she wondered. She leaned forward and rested her hands on the back of the driver's seat. She looked at the ignition and noticed Nash had left the keys. Out of boredom, she climbed over into the driver's seat. She was tempted to take the car for a drive, but thought better of it. "He would kill me," she said.
Suddenly someone burst out of the store and jumped into the car beside her. "Drive!" he ordered.
"I don't think…" Lynette started.
He cut her off pointing a gun at her. "I said, drive!" he demanded.
Afraid of what might happen if she refused, she started the car and a second man, bolted out of the store and jumped in the back as she drove away.
Inside, Nash was cuffing a third man, when he heard the sound of his engine. Dragging his prisoner along, Nash hurried outside, with Joe to see Lynette driving away.
"They've got her driving my car!" Nash said.
"I don't think she had a choice," Joe said.