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Touched by an Angel
Of all the goddamned idiot tricks he'd seen pulled in his fifty-something odd years, this one took the cake. He was too damned old to be chasing…literally chasing!...after a woman. Hadn't he sworn off that in the eighties?
The moment he'd heard the front door close downstairs, his eyes had opened and he knew in a flash exactly what she was about to do. The woman in the car in front of him was as sharp as a tack and without a doubt one of the smartest females on the planet in his book, but she was sure pulling some dumbass moves.
And David Rossi did not suffer fools easily.
But even as he muttered and growled and clenched his hands around his steering wheel, David Rossi's better angels sat sweetly on his stiff shoulders and whispered into his ear, "But she's not just any woman, now is she? You don't want this one to get away. She's special."
"She's so special that I'm going to have to lock her in a closet when I actually catch her again," Dave snorted to himself as he dropped one hand to the phone lying on the console beside him. Deftly punching her speed dial number, he waited impatiently for her to answer, only to have it go to voice mail once again.
Great. The technical genius of the world that couldn't live without her smartphone attached to her hip was choosing here and now to ignore technology. This did not bode well for him. His foot hit the gas pedal just a bit harder as he rounded a curve, the yellow taxi still in front of him.
Clenching his jaw as the driver in front of him executed another hairpin turn, Dave clamped his hands tightly around the leather steering wheel. When the hell had DC cabbies started training in evasive maneuvers? Seriously, the Bureau needed to consider hiring this guy to teach offensive driving. Stabbing his finger against his phone, he hit the redial button.
"Go! Away!" he heard Penelope order through the speaker. Relieved to hear her voice, he narrowed his gaze on the woman in front of him, one hand braced on either side of the interior of the cab as the driver accelerated around two cars, passing the sedans at breakneck speed.
"Penelope!" Dave growled roughly, "Tell that damn driver to pull the hell over! We need to talk!"
"I don't want to talk," Penelope retorted, glancing furiously over her shoulder. "I want to be left alone! Now, go away, SuperAgent , and stop following me! This is harassment!"
"Penelope," Dave yelled as the line disconnected and the yellow cab darted around another car. Flooring it as the traffic light in front of him turned orange, he quickly maneuvered his own SUV back into the lane behind her, laying on his horn as he stabbed his phone again. Of all the infuriating, harebrained schemes she'd ever concocted, pursuing her in a high speed chase across the city had to be the worst.
His jaw dropped as he watched her slim hand appear outside her car's window, phone in hand. She wouldn't! Damn it to hell, he thought as those bright eyes met his when she looked behind her again, her intent clear, she was going to! "Don't you dare," he thundered as those tiny fingers released the phone in her hand, the slim unit hitting his windshield with a sharp crack. "That's littering," he roared, his finger quickly flicking on the sirens, the annoying sound blaring inside the otherwise silent vehicle.
Inhaling deeply, Dave's shoulders stiffened as he heard another siren wailing in unison. Glancing in his rearview mirror as a patrol car flashed its own lights behind him, he sighed. Finally, some assistance, he thought, slowing down as the cruiser pulled along side him and the officer pointed toward the side of the road.
Wait, he thought. They wanted him to pull over? Glancing at the cab in front of him, he gaped as Penelope smiled cheerfully and waved at him from the back seat.
Son of a bitch! She'd engineered this! Pulling over to the shoulder of the road as he watched the cab disappear into the distance, he shook his head. "Run while you can, dolce," he muttered tightly. "You only one the battle, but the war is still up for grabs."
Turning to look to his left as the officer standing outside his window tapped on the glass, Dave unrolled his window. "Officer," he nodded. "I'm a federal agent currently in pursuit of a dangerous woman."
Merely raising an eyebrow as he cocked his head, the police officer's lips twitched. "Shirtless? Must have been some apprehension."
Glancing down at his body, Dave's face tightened. "It's complicated. And she's getting away," he growled, gesturing at the busy highway.
"Always is," the officer retorted as he smirked. "License and registration?"
Closing his eyes as he absently reached for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, Dave groaned. He'd barely taken the time to pull on jeans, let alone grab his credentials. "Actually, that might be a little difficult."
"Do tell," the police officer invited, clearly amused. "Let me guess. Your badge is with your shirt? Or maybe your superpower cape?" He chuckled.
"Look, my name is David Rossi and I'm an agent with the FBI," Dave began irritably, shooting the younger man a dirty look. "And right now, you're hampering a federal pursuit."
"Sure I am, buddy," the disbelieving man said doubtfully. "Why don't you get out of the car and walk a straight line for me."
"You think I'm drunk?" Dave retorted, his eyes darkening. So help him God, when he got his hands around Penelope Garcia, she wouldn't walk for a week.
"Or crazy," the officer replied with a long suffering sigh. "Either way, you and I are going to take a trip down to the station. Now, open the door. Slowly."
Dave snapped in disbelief, "You're kidding!"
"Actually, no. We tend to take complaints regarding half naked drivers weaving erratically through traffic seriously. Now," the officer said, opening Dave's car door, "being a federal agent and all, you'll recognize these words, I'm sure. You have the right to remain silent…."