It felt good to be back on patrol. Even though John Biebe figured it would be quiet today, he was happy to be out on the road.

Maybe he jinxed himself by even thinking the word 'quiet' because before he put the prowler in gear, something roared passed him like a rocket sled on rails.

"Go figure!" he said as he flipped the lights and sirens on. He was right up on that speeding motorbike before he had another chance to even think the taboo word, quiet.

He must have been getting old. He had to squint to see that license plate. It was not a local one for sure.

Jotting it down on his pad he didn't bother calling it in to dispatch yet. It seemed the perp was going to cooperate and pull over. At least he hoped so.

JJ was enjoying the ride. She was way too early for her meeting at The Glen so was taking the opportunity to do a little exploration of the surrounding area. She checked her rear-view and noticed the lights flashing on the car following her.

"Bloody bugger it all to hell," she growled as she powered down and flipped on her left indicator before pulling off the blacktop. She flicked down the kick rest and was about to take off her helmet as she watched the officer open his door and step out of the vehicle. As he adjusted his belt and ran his hand through his hair a slow grin formed on JJ's lips. Leaving her helmet on, she relaxed on the bike until he got close enough to talk with her.

Getting off the bike and turning to lean against it, she slowly loosened the chin strap and pulled the helmet off, shaking her hair free and smiling at John.

"Well, well, if it isn't the imported lawman, How ya going, blue eyes?"

Traffic stops can be a harrowing experience. A cop never knows what he is going to walk in to but this was the last thing John expected. Kizmet? Screw that. It was more like coincidence. Maybe she was a friend of that Hando character and the very thought made him growl inwardly.  

"You're license and paperwork, please," he said in a low clear voice. His eyes met hers then traveled down to the tattoos she had. He wondered for a moment if there were others that were covered up and it made his heart skip a beat to think where and what she had painted on her. One visible tat in particular held his attention. It was a rather bombastic fairy and the site of it made him choke back a chuckle.

He held out his hand and waggled his fingers. "Now, Miss. I don't have all day to write you a ticket."

The smile on JJ's face wavered a little when she realised that the cop was all business. Sighing, she pushed away from the bike and turned, bending over the saddle bag as she reached inside for her documents. She had no idea how provocative her arse looked to John in her tight leathers. She was genuinely oblivious to the affect she had on most men, never having thought she was attractive to the opposite sex.

Turning round to face John again, she held out her documents, noticing he seemed to be deep in thought. "Here you go, Officer. Sorry for any trouble, I was just killing time before meeting someone in The Glen. I didn't realise I'd broken any laws."

His eyes fell to the documents but his mind was on other things.

"So, Tinkerbelle," he glanced at her tat as he said that. "We do have a law against exceeding the speed limit. I clocked you at ten K over what's posted."

Signing the ticket, he ripped it off of his book and handed it to her with her paperwork. "You can appeal it of course and it's no trouble. It's job security for me."

Tinkerbelle? What the fuck...it was bad enough being called Jenifer Jayne, now she's Tinkerbelle? She suddenly realised that John was looking at her fairy tat and a light bulb lit up over her head. Maybe the serious face was all an act. Taking the ticket, she glanced at his signature. Nice neat handwriting, she mused.

"Okay, Officer Biebe," she replied, the smile gone from her face. "Glad I was able to keep you in work for a little bit longer."

Stuffing the ticket in the saddle bag along with her documents, she put her leather jacket back on, zipped it up, replaced her helmet and started up the bike, skidding the back wheel to leave John in a cloud of dust and gravel.

He could have chased her down again for that little escapade but there was no point. She got the idea that the Glen was no place for hoodlums. Hopefully that would be the last time their paths crossed. Hopefully she wouldn't appeal that ticket or he'd have to see her in court.

With that thought, John paid the small speeding fine for her when he got back to the office, convincing himself that he didn't feel bad about writing Jenifer Jayne a ticket. Not one little bit.

TBC (you better believe it!)