ThirdWatch snippet
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gilascaveFor Improv #4
Bosco wished, briefly, that he'd been the one driving today. He'd been headed towards the car when Yokas had just turned to the driver's side. He'd changed his direction for the other side without comment -- they never argued about who drove. There was enough real shit to argue over and neither of them was insane enough about the other one's driving skills that they had to argue about who drove, who drove last time, whose turn was it and which of them would get them killed.
Right at the moment, as Yokas steered the car through a turn that was more sideways than forward, he wished he'd been driving. Not because he had any doubts about his partner's ability to drive, even during a high speed chase. He didn't have any doubts about her driving on ice during a high speed chase. He just wished -- for a second -- that he was in control.
He glanced over, even more briefly as he was supposed to be keeping an eye out for pedestrians and trucks and buildings that tried to get in their way. "They say it's a full moon," he commented.
"Really?" came the expectedly sarcastic return. "Is that why everyone's so crazy today? Here I thought it was election day."
"Doesn't everyone stay home on election day?"
Bosco grabbed the door again, then let it go so that if they ran into something he wouldn't end up with a busted arm. He watched the streets, and saw that for once everyone was getting out of their way.
"What was she thinking?" Yokas asked, casually as if they were walking into the station with the paperwork.
"Girls will be girls." Bosco grinned. He could see the look on Yokas' face, even if he didn't turn his head to actually look at it.
"Em is never getting her license. Ever. Not even when she's fifty and she has to take her dad and me back and forth from the old folks' home."
"Ah, relax," Bosco began. It wasn't like anybody had to drive, in New York City. Wasn't like her parents could afford to get Emily a car even if she got her license. But the rest of his comment was lost when the car they were chasing suddenly turned, and a van swerved to miss it.
Bosco saw the van headed right for them before Yokas turned the wheel and it was gone.
He didn't remember what happened after that. One second there was a van, he was staring right at the front of a van aimed at their car, and the next second he was sitting there, opening his eyes and wondering what the fuck. He didn't hear anything, but he couldn't tell if he was deaf, or if there was just nothing to hear. As soon as he thought it he heard sirens, and people shouting, and there was a ringing that he was pretty damn sure wasn't coming from outside his head.
His head hurt. His head hurt like a mother-fucker. He tried to raise his arm to his forehead and realised why he was so disoriented. He looked over to find Faith looking at him, a worried expression on her face.
"Are we upside-down?"
She grinned, briefly. "We're upside-down. Are you all right?"
"Yeah." He had no idea, really, but telling her wasn't going to get anything fixed, was it? "How 'bout you?"
"I think I'll live. My wrist feels like it might be broken."
He tried to nod, realised that his head still hurt like a mother-fucker, and just said, "Great. What do you wanna bet she got away without even a scratch?"
"Without even a parking ticket," Yokas added. After all, that's what they'd been doing. Car parked illegally -- on the sidewalk in front of a building. They'd been joking about whether to just ticket the car or find the owner and haul him or her in. The girl had come out, seen them, and knocked Yokas into Bosco, leapt into the car, and they'd been off.
"She'd better have been robbing a bank," Bosco muttered. "If I found out she was shop-lifting, or visiting her dying grandmother I'm gonna be pissed."
Bosco wished, briefly, that he'd been the one driving today. He'd been headed towards the car when Yokas had just turned to the driver's side. He'd changed his direction for the other side without comment -- they never argued about who drove. There was enough real shit to argue over and neither of them was insane enough about the other one's driving skills that they had to argue about who drove, who drove last time, whose turn was it and which of them would get them killed.
Right at the moment, as Yokas steered the car through a turn that was more sideways than forward, he wished he'd been driving. Not because he had any doubts about his partner's ability to drive, even during a high speed chase. He didn't have any doubts about her driving on ice during a high speed chase. He just wished -- for a second -- that he was in control.
He glanced over, even more briefly as he was supposed to be keeping an eye out for pedestrians and trucks and buildings that tried to get in their way. "They say it's a full moon," he commented.
"Really?" came the expectedly sarcastic return. "Is that why everyone's so crazy today? Here I thought it was election day."
"Doesn't everyone stay home on election day?"
Bosco grabbed the door again, then let it go so that if they ran into something he wouldn't end up with a busted arm. He watched the streets, and saw that for once everyone was getting out of their way.
"What was she thinking?" Yokas asked, casually as if they were walking into the station with the paperwork.
"Girls will be girls." Bosco grinned. He could see the look on Yokas' face, even if he didn't turn his head to actually look at it.
"Em is never getting her license. Ever. Not even when she's fifty and she has to take her dad and me back and forth from the old folks' home."
"Ah, relax," Bosco began. It wasn't like anybody had to drive, in New York City. Wasn't like her parents could afford to get Emily a car even if she got her license. But the rest of his comment was lost when the car they were chasing suddenly turned, and a van swerved to miss it.
Bosco saw the van headed right for them before Yokas turned the wheel and it was gone.
He didn't remember what happened after that. One second there was a van, he was staring right at the front of a van aimed at their car, and the next second he was sitting there, opening his eyes and wondering what the fuck. He didn't hear anything, but he couldn't tell if he was deaf, or if there was just nothing to hear. As soon as he thought it he heard sirens, and people shouting, and there was a ringing that he was pretty damn sure wasn't coming from outside his head.
His head hurt. His head hurt like a mother-fucker. He tried to raise his arm to his forehead and realised why he was so disoriented. He looked over to find Faith looking at him, a worried expression on her face.
"Are we upside-down?"
She grinned, briefly. "We're upside-down. Are you all right?"
"Yeah." He had no idea, really, but telling her wasn't going to get anything fixed, was it? "How 'bout you?"
"I think I'll live. My wrist feels like it might be broken."
He tried to nod, realised that his head still hurt like a mother-fucker, and just said, "Great. What do you wanna bet she got away without even a scratch?"
"Without even a parking ticket," Yokas added. After all, that's what they'd been doing. Car parked illegally -- on the sidewalk in front of a building. They'd been joking about whether to just ticket the car or find the owner and haul him or her in. The girl had come out, seen them, and knocked Yokas into Bosco, leapt into the car, and they'd been off.
"She'd better have been robbing a bank," Bosco muttered. "If I found out she was shop-lifting, or visiting her dying grandmother I'm gonna be pissed."