Wow this took way longer than I meant to to write this woops. (also this is really only kinda AU as the only real noticeable difference is that Eddie is a plain old cop rather than detective woops)
38. cop/person getting a speeding ticket au
Eddie stopped his car with a long sigh. If there was onething he hated it was giving out speeding tickets, especially in a city thatrushes as much as Central City does. Unfortunately, it was part of the job, andthis particular car was one that was not unfamiliar to the cop.
“Is there a problem, officer?” Iris asked after she rolleddown the window, grinning innocently up at Eddie.
“Ma’am,” he groused out but her grin widened as she realizedthat he was playing along just barely, “You do realize you were going 20 milesover the speed, right?”
“Was I?” she asked, still as innocent as before though shelooked as if she had just caught the canary, and Eddie gave her a deadpanstare, “Are you going to punish me officer?”
“Do you want to tell me why you were speeding?” he askedwith a sigh so deep it practically lived in the Mariana Trench, “Do I even wantto know?”
“Bear made me do it,” she told him quickly, with a shrug anda squawk came from the passenger seat. Eddie bent down a bit more to glare atthe other person.
“Goddammit, Barry,” the blond bit out and Barry threw hishands in the air.
“I didn’t expect her to take me seriously,” he protested andIris turned to make a face at her passenger.
“Bear, you’ve known me for how long?” she asked himincredulously.
“You know you’re still getting a ticket, right?” Eddie askedher, leaning against the window sill of the car. Her face fell and she lookedready to protest but instead she just slumped against her wheel, cursing underher breath.
“You sleep with a cop and he won’t even let you off a littlespeeding ticket,” she huffed, shaking her head, “The nerve I swear.” Barry letout a choked laugh next to her.
“License and registration,” Eddie said with a roll of hiseyes. She handed it over with a huff and he walked back to his car to write theticket. When he returned with the ticket she took it with a huff and shooed himaway.
“See you tonight!” he called over his shoulder.
“You’ll be lucky if you aren’t on the couch!” Iris calledback, though the lack of anger in her voice belied how unlikely that was tohappen. He had just gotten into his car and was watching as she drove away withamusement when his phone dinged.
Picking it up, he saw that Iris had texted him right beforeshe drove away (or as she drove away). He nearly dropped the phone after heread it. Barry saved you from gettingcouched. He gave me a much better punishment for you. PS – Barry stole yourhandcuffs.
