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Post by richie on Jul 25, 2010 14:25:12 GMT -5
 Why was that he was running under the burning sun again? Oh yeah, some idiot thought it would be fun to steal his phone and run away with it while he was in the middle of a conversation. How rude was that? Apparently not as rude as making him run after the guy after he yelled “Stop, I’m a cop you moron!” Sure he could just shoot the guy in the leg and take his stupid ass downtown. But then there would be those idiots screaming at the news about police brutality and he would be in even more trouble with the chief. Not to mention if the guy got a lawyer with half a brain, he’d be out and suing the city before dinner time. Hell, he hated lawyers. So all that he did was run, and man that was getting boring – not to mention tiring under the damned sun. Ah suck it up Richie, it was better than handling out parking tickets. With a jump, he climbed onto the hood of the nearest car, hopped into the roof and jumped over the guy bringing the thief down with him. Jack Bauer could eat his Hollywood heart out, he thought with a smirk before the guy punched him square on the jaw. Ah screw police brutality, the moron was asking for it. Returning the courtesy, he returned the courtesy with a right jab to the guy’s nose, letting the man hold his bleeding nose with his hands. “Man! You broke my nose!” “Did I?” he asked rhetorically with a smirk, before pushing himself up and pushing his knee against the man’s crotch. “Oh sorry!” Then turning the guy around – the guy wasn’t going to be able to run for a while now – he grabbed both of his wrists, pulling them back and cuffing him. “You fought the law buddy, and I kicked your ass.” Pulling the guy up, he heard him let out a pained yap. “You have the right to be a moron. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, we will be provided the dumbest one we can find for you at government expense. Do you understand those rights?” |
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Post by Monica Sterling on Jul 25, 2010 21:35:25 GMT -5
Monica grunted as she hurried across the street towards her car. It was her day off, one would think that she would enjoy herself-wrong. "Monica take a day off, relax." They said. "You need to do something for yourself for a change." They said. " Do some shopping." Monica huffed, she never imagined that shopping would turn out to be a huge ordeal. Did anyone ever make normal clothes anymore? Monica was never one about style, thought she did love to look sexy every once in awhile. No, Monica wasn't the girly type by any means. Well, she did her hair, makeup and all that jazz. However, seeing her in some fancy designer jeans or mid-rift was very rare. She preferred T-shirts, Tanks and Jeans, just plain ol' simple. It seemed to take forever, but Monica finally managed to find somethings she liked and eventually purchased a few things. The other thing was the heat, it was just un-bearable. 'Relax, right.' She thought as she finally approached the car. The Detective fumbled in her pocket, having a hard time finding her keys. She cursed under her breath until she finally found them, only to drop them on the ground. "I can't believe this, could this day get any worse?" Monica sighed, reaching down to retrieve her keys. Her jerked as she heard a loud thud. Monica closed her eyes, hoping that the noise she heard didn't come from her car. As she glanced up, she saw nothing but the body of a man leaping from the hood of her car. The Detective ducked, trying not to get tackled herself."Who in the hell." She jumped up and frowned at the dent in her car. Closing her eyes, Monica began to count to ten before turning around. The car was her baby; a nice brand new cherry red Dodge Charger, and now it had a dent. Monica turned to cuss out the S.O.B that did the dent job. However, her demeanor changed when she noticed what was going down. She could make a small exception due to circumstances. Of course that didn't mean that the cop wasn't going to pay to fix the dent in her hood. She sat and watched with her arms folded as the action went down. She could not help but give a small smirk, oh she would have handled that way better. Her head tilted some as she heard the cop speak. Boy he did look good from behind, but that voice- why did it sound so familiar. She shook her head and focused on her real mission, making sure the S.O.B with the cute ass paid for damage he had done. Suddenly a small glimmer caught her eye- causing her to turn her direction to the small cell phone lying on the ground. Monica grinned as she walked towards the object and picked it up. She glanced over to Richie and held the phone in the air. "HEY!, you missing something?" |
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Post by richie on Jul 26, 2010 20:16:58 GMT -5
The moron nodded at the mention of his rights. Good, because he wasn’t about to repeat them. What he was about to do was to call the guys in blue uniforms to haul the man away and file a report later after he had something to eat.
"HEY! You missing something?"
The sound of that voice had him jerking his head to the side. He knew that voice, even that he hadn’t heard it in a bit. His eyes were aimed low, taking the time to wander up the long legs, the small waist and the nice curves above up to the pretty face he’d know who belonged to. Monica Sterling. As beautiful as arrogant and annoying, and man she was beautiful.
They went way back, were partners for a while, always getting into each other nerves and trying to outdo each other on everything. Off course it would lead to that single night they got together, and the next day they both were so fast to make a statement that it hadn’t meant anything, just a few drinks too much back at the bar after work.
It had been something physical, he still felt the attraction but that was about it. Luckily his way along women and her annoying habit of always trying to best him in every possible way had kept them able to prevent from falling into the same ‘mistake’. But yeah, she was hot as hell, not that he would admit it however.
And oh his phone! He would need that to call the guys in blue uniforms.
“Ha! Just like old times, huh? Me doing the arrest and you looking pretty. Thanks doll, I will need that,” he said holding out his free hand to take the phone.
“You’re a cop?” the moron in the handcuffs asked, “I didn’t do nothing! This guy broke my nose, its police brutality!”
Raising a brow, Richie gave a little push to the guy that had him slamming his forehead in the trunk of the car, leaving a little dent there as well.
“Oh come on man, you’re obviously drunk! Can’t even stand straight? You’re going to hurt yourself man!”
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Post by Monica Sterling on Jul 27, 2010 5:48:16 GMT -5
Monica stiffened as the Mr.Cute Ass spoke, it was Detective Sanders, her old partner and one would say rival. They constantly competing with each other. Who made the more arrests, who was the fastest, who was the better driver, the better drinker, the toughest (that one always got heated) and of course lastly who was better in bed. Of course that one night they tested it out on each other. She had to admit Sanders was pretty damn hot in bed, of course she would never tell him that.
That night they swore to each other that the night never happened, and they acted as such. There were reputations on the line here. The attraction was still there of course. Sanders had the cutest smile, though sometimes it would cause Monica to sneer because usually it was a cocky smile backup with a smart ass comment. Other than the that, the guy was just too hot to be around. This was the reason Monica had asked for another partner, being around Sanders was starting to be distracting- at least being around the guy all the time.
Their constant bickering and competing however made things easier, but the attraction/distraction was still there. Because of the two's reputation of fighting with each other, the chief had no problems splitting the two up. Monica was happy to hear that they did not have a partner for her yet, but that they would find one for her. She didn't mind, she knew those things took forever and she pretty damn content working alone.
She stood and glared at the man before her. "Doll?" He just called her doll. Monica took a deep breath, they had even spoke for two seconds and already the smart ass comments that he knew would get under the skin. "You doing the arrests, yeah honey I think that was the other way around." Monica held up the phone, she figured that he needed it to call for back up."What this thing- well you know there is a radio my car, you know the one you're slamming the guys head one, the one you jumped on, the one you dented." She stood with her hands on her hips, flinching as he slammed the guy into her car yet again...Oh she was so going to kick his ass.
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Post by richie on Jul 28, 2010 0:36:05 GMT -5
“Doll?”
Richie smirked at her reaction. He believed she would prefer that to sweet cheeks. It was just too damned fun to annoy her, just like it seemed she had her joy in annoying him and trying to best him. Yeah, like he was going to let a girl beat him to the punch! The woman had skills, that was sure, a damn good cop, but like hell his male ego was letting her get the best of him.
“I don’t see you holding down any suspects. So I guess I win.”
There it was, that arrogant smile of his. It wasn’t the arrest of the century, just a stupid ass thief, but it still counted as an arrest.
Taking his phone from her, he pocketed it when she mentioned the radio and looked at the dent in her car. Yeah, looked like she was going to spend some pretty buck to fix that. Too bad for her, wasn’t it?
“Oh come on, that piece of scrap metal?” he started with an innocent face, like his car was a piece of art. It probably had more duct tape holding it all together than metal. “You can’t possibly blame me for this dumbass tripping over his feet and falling with his head on his car, right? Besides you have insurance, don’t you? You can just use your fingers to call them and say some idiot fell on it. Just be careful not to break a nail, alright babe? After all you probably spend all your day doing your nails while I was out arresting the bad guys.”
He wasn’t really the arrogant jerk and Monica knew that, but he just couldn’t resist it when it came to her and their constant bickering.
“Mind if I use your radio? I have to call someone to come and pick up this trash here. And if you’re in the mood, we can go grab a bite to eat and I can tell you some stories about how a real cop does it.”
It was wrong that he found that while she glared at him with that aggravated look on her face, he thought she looked damned hot?
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Post by Monica Sterling on Jul 28, 2010 5:36:31 GMT -5
Monica grinned and clapped her hands in an annoying fashion. "Well, bravo for you- you caught the bad guy, granted I would have done it differently but...." She trailed off with a grin and headed in his direction, her eyes watching the perps every move. Her and Sanders had a history and they loved to get under each others skins. They both however, were still cops. No matter how much they aggravated each other; they still had to have each others back.
Monica froze instantly, did he just call her baby a piece of scrap metal? Her glare turned more stern as she stood with arms folding, staring daggers at her ex-partner.
"I'm sorry I think you have my car confused with that hunk of metal you've been driving around." She laughed. Someone needed to put that car out it's misery years ago.
Monica gave an annoying laugh- he sure knew what buttons to push with her. If he thought he was just going to get off without paying for at least some of that; he was sadly mistaken. Her arms un-folded and her hands clenched. Oh how she wanted to run over there and give him a swift kick you know where. She wished he held onto the phone a little longer, if she had- it would have ended up crashed onto the ground. Yeah, that would have made them even.
"You mean the bad guy that stole your phone? How does that happen? I mean you are a cop, and supposed to be" Quote fingers. "A good one, and yet some little thief snatches your phone right from under your nose. Now that's funny" She laughed as her arms folded once more. "What's the matter Sanders? Losing your touch- Oh that's right, you never had one."
She sighed when he asked to use the radio and again with another smart comment. He was on a role today, it was almost like he had everything held inside just so he could un-load on her the next time they met. The last thing she wanted to do was have lunch with the S.O.B, but she did have a weakness for that cocky smile.
She could not help but laugh her hands resting on her hips, she was hungry and she would even let him satisfy his ego with his stories. "I guess, if it makes your d**k hard." She was never one to be suttle. Monica was blunt when she spoke, and didn't really care what anyone else thought. "I'll be waiting." She said as she headed for the Cafe across the street."
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Post by richie on Jul 29, 2010 0:07:22 GMT -5
He had never a touch? Well he didn’t remind her complaining when…oh, never mind, she was talking about cop skills. Okay Richie, time to stop leering and pay attention to the conversation.
“I had to let him steal it or I wouldn’t be able to arrest him, right? It’s called a bait Monica…you know, police work? Maybe I will explain to you how that work.”
Yeah suuuure, maybe she would believe that.
When she took off across the street, he scratched his head. Guess that was a no on the radio.
So pulling his phone out once again, he dialed for the guys in blue and waited for them to come and get the moron in handcuffs.
Taking a seat on Monica’s car hood while he waited – after peeking to make sure she couldn’t see her do that – he turned towards the prisoner and sighed. He was never good at the waiting game, never had much patience.
“So uh…you seem any good movies lately?” he asked the guy.
Thankfully it took only about five minutes for a squad car to show up. The prisoner was on its way and he would be back to book the guy after lunch, the boys in blue would have everything arranged for him when he was back at the station. Right now he had a dinner date to go to, it wasn’t quite a date…but hell, with Monica he would never cross her name of the possibility list.
Once the squad car was on his way, he made it to the Café across the street to join his ex-partner. Giving her a smile when he took a chair across the table from her, he eyed her for a moment.
“So Monica, how life has been treating you? Good I hope?”
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Post by Monica Sterling on Aug 1, 2010 8:50:57 GMT -5
Monica smirked as she past the two men-oh did she forget to say he could use her radio-. Darn, she must have forgot. Her grin widened as she finally entered the small cafe. "Sit where ever you like" One of the waitresses said as she past Monica with a try full of food.
Monica nodded and headed for a table in the back. She also wanted to make sure the table had a window; she wanted to see the action go down, and of course wanted to be aware just in case. If Mr.Bad Guy, decided to make any dumb moves, she would be there to help. In fact she was really eager for something to happen, oh how she wanted to be apart of some kind of action. This vacation was killing her.
She turned her head to look out the window and saw her ex-partner sitting on the hood of her car. Her eye's narrowed as she stared coldly at the man sitting on her car. Out of all the cars parked around, he had to pick hers- really!? Monica took a deep breath and ordered two beers once the waitress came around.
Resting her head on her head as she waited, Monica found herself staring out the window once again. Catching up was always fun, she did love to talk about old cases and how -she- would catch the bad guys. Yeah, those stories were always good with boosting ones ego.
Of course when there were too really big ego's involved, one never knew what would happen. As much as she hated to admit it, they did make a good team. Though they would constantly bicker, they still had each others back. Even now she was ready to lend a helping hand when needed.
She watched and relaxed a little once the boys in blue arrived. She had already had two beers and was waiting for a third when Sanders finally entered the cafe. She eye's him up and down as he strolled his way up to her and took a seat.
Monica returned the grin as she finished the last of her beer. "Well, it's been life. You know me, just work,work,work." She laughed. "Yeah, they had to practically force me to take this vacation." She would much rather be working, but the others-including her boss- thought differently. They thought she was burning herself out, but how could she burn her self out of something that she enjoyed.
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Post by richie on Aug 1, 2010 19:29:24 GMT -5
Raising a brow at the woman, Richie tapped his fingers at the table while he waited for her to reply. His thoughts repeating over and over again like a mantra that trying a pick up line on her wouldn’t be a good idea, they would end up exactly like they had before. Bickering over and over. But the sex, it was hot and steamy though…- dammit Richie, focus!
Thankfully she spoke and diverted his mind from its line of thought.
“Yeah, I know how that is? It is a pain when they tell you to stay to take some days off and relax, isn’t it? The chief really loves me, because he got me working double shifts all the time and I can’t even remember the last time I took a vacation.”
He rolled his eyes. Yeah, the chief of police really loved him right? More like hated his guts for sleeping with his precious daughter, and Richie’s fame as a ladies man didn’t help at all. The man despised him, but knew the cop was good at his work. And his daughter, she was the devil that woman, always trying to get Richie back into her bed when the old man wasn’t looking. But no thanks, he didn’t want his ass kicked out of the force by her father.
If only he’d know who she was before that night. Ah hell, it probably wouldn’t make any difference.
“Did you know they got me a new partner? Mister Lame, he is such a great guy, you know? Make me want to break his nose…you know…in a friendly, best buddies kind of way? What about you, have they found someone already who can keep up with that smart mouth of yours before you scared away every other cop in the city?”
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Post by Monica Sterling on Aug 2, 2010 20:24:19 GMT -5
Monica could not help but give a sly smirk. "Well lucky you." She laughed, setting her bottle down on the table. So far she had been lucky, no partner for her. She really didn't know why it was taking so long, perhaps Sanders was right and it was her smart mouth. Maybe all the little boys were afraid to partner up with her. Monica didn't care either way. She preferred to work alone, she didn't need anyone getting in her way or telling her how to do her job. She was doing just fine on her own.
Yeah, sure her and Sanders made a pretty good team- that was when they weren't busy trying to show the other one up. Deep down she missed the little competitions. However, she did not miss having to spend every waking minute with a guy that not only annoyed the living hell out of her; but a guy that was super hot as well. Nope, it was just too many distractions.
She hoped that chief would just call her in one day and say, "Sterling, your riding solo from now on." Monica grinned at the thought- she had noooo problem with that. Well she might accept one of the K-9's, they sure as hell would be whole lot easier to deal with.
"Nope not yet, and really they can take their time. I'm actually enjoying this working solo thing. It's kinda nice not having someone holding you back ya know."Of course she never 'really' thought Sanders held her back; they both seemed pretty much even- of course she would never tell him that.
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Post by richie on Aug 4, 2010 22:43:11 GMT -5
Yeah, hooray, lucky him.
Hopefully she would forgive him for not doing a little happy dance.
He did miss her as a partner. Her smart mouth when she argued with him…and off course that one night they had kissed. They were always competing about everything, that night after a few drinks it had been about who was better in bed. Provocation turned into challenge, challenge turned into them kicking their pants off.
Good times.
It was good to see that he could always count on her to bring his mind back to the bickering instead of lingering on other things that would only be trouble for both of them.
“Yeah, I know. Like I had to deal with my partner worrying more about breaking her nail than catching the bad guys.”
There was his arrogant smirk again. Like he was going to let her know he admired her cop skills and that she could do as good as any male cop in the city, hell even better than most. Of course not better than him, his ego wouldn’t have it.
When the waitress approached him, he gave the woman a wink that had her giggling and ordered a cold beer for himself and a double cheeseburger. Ah the food of the gods, bad for health but tasted great.
“Want me to ask for a cookie and a glass of water for you Monica? I know how you women need to watch your weight. Me? I burn calories chasing after the bad guys and doing a real cop’s job.”
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