More from the cast of "In the Line Of Duty", "The New Assignment" and "Meeting Savannah". Thanks in advance for visitng!
“Are you serious? That is your car?”
Brian remotely unlocked a white Volkswagen Jetta in the parking lot of the FBI building, “What’s wrong with the car?”
“Nothing. If you’re a chick,” Savannah jeered, climbing into the passenger seat.
“The Jetta had very high reviews. Good gas mileage, excellent warranty, reasonable price...” Brian secured his safety belt, turned the ignition and adjusted his MP3.
“What are you trying to do, sell it to me? Thanks but no thanks, commercial man.”
“I thought you said this was a chick ride?”
“It is. Doesn’t mean I’d want one. Too froofy for me,” Savannah revealed a pistol from the glove box, “whoa, nice!”
“Can you please put that back!?” Brian’s voice turned stern.
“Suppose I should learn to shoot one of these eh? Is this thing loaded?”
“You’re holding it up where everyone can see! Put it DOWN Savannah!”
“All right… easy there Applesauce, wasn’t gonna shoot nobody,” Savannah returned the firearm to the glove box. “So can we go to a firing range?”
“Maybe sometime. Not now.”
Savannah frowned and retrieved a wallet from the pocket of her Capri pants. Fidgeting idly with it, she abruptly flipped it open and shouted, “FREEZE! FBI, Muddafuckers!”
Brian jumped out of his skin. “Can we NOT do that while I’m driving?”
“You really need to chill…”
“Wait, they gave you a badge?”
“Course. I’m pro,” she boasted.
“What ever happened to ‘all you stuffpants cannot think for yourselves’”
“Stuffpants?” Savannah giggled, “Try stuffshirts. If you stuff your pants, that’s your business.”
Brian glanced at her badge, it was the real deal. How could Ed have given her a badge? She continued, “I told you, I’m pro. I’ll be stopping muddafuckers in their tracks!”
“A little discretion Savannah, that badge is for agents that carry themselves professionally. They wouldn’t be shouting muddafuckers…”
“Precisely. I told you though, I’m no stuffshirt. I’m not gonna keep my mouth clean and drive around in girly cars.” She resumed her mock arrest, “Freeze fuckers, FBI! Is that better?”
Brian sighed. Savannah felt her humor had been lost, and decided to change topic. “So what’s your story Applesauce? Am I gonna meet a new mom? New brothers and sisters?”
“I’m divorced. No kids. Well, until you, I guess. What’s with Applesauce?”
“I figured since I like you better, I upgraded you from Asshole to Applesauce.”
Brian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, “Can you not call me that?”
“Too late, you responded to it already. That means you accepted it, so you’re stuck with it… Applesauce.”
“You like it, you know you do,” Savannah taunted.
“What about you? What’s your story?”
Savannah panned her eyes downward, “Dad abandoned me and mom when I was four. Who knows where that asshole is...”
“And your mom?”
She spoke in sincerity, “Mom OD’d when I was eight. She had a gift too, stronger than mine. Her mind gradually drove her crazy. She could not turn it off. She had all these headaches. Needed drugs to cope. Became too dependent and that was that.”
Brian was touched as she raised her eyes to him. It was the first time he had seen genuine emotion from the sassy girl.
“I don’t wanna end up like that. I’m gonna keep my powers under control. And I’m staying off drugs. No matter how bad it gets.”
Brian smiled, “That’s a good girl.” He failed to see what Ed saw in this teenager that would make her valuable until this moment. Beneath the sarcasm and the teasing was a responsible young adult. He placed his hand on her shoulder, mimicking a proud father, “You won’t end up that way.”
Savannah snapped into her normal tone, “OK creepy. Touch my shoulder again I’ll bend your fingers backwards 'til they break.”
“Sorry I was just trying to console…”
“Asshole. That’s right, you’re downgraded.”
“Can you stop with the swearing? It’s not very ladylike,” Brian slowed to a stop at a traffic light.
“You’re the one with the Jetta.”
“This is not a chick ride!”
“Oh yeah?” Savannah nodded her head in a motion to advise Brian to look left. A large man in a pick-up truck craned his head curiously to examine the Jetta’s operator, then cowered in embarrassment upon noticing Brian.
“You must get all the guys in this thing. Maybe I should drive it.”
“You’re a brat, you know that?”
“Thanks for noticing, Asshole.”