#semi-plotted threads

[detectiverickitubbs]

KITT & Tubbs: Timely Meetings

@knight-2000

This was supposed to be a simple and clean bust. Tubbs’s orders were to deliver the money, collect the drugs, and the suspects. Yet, cases like this, the ones that should be a sinch, never did go as planned. Did they? 

The deal itself went down without a hitch. However, before she can shout the words, “freeze, Miami Vice,” everything seemed to go straight to hell in the proverbial hand-basket. Someone had blown her cover and all of the suspects took off running towards a getaway car.  

Tubbs would be damned if she’d let six months of hard work go straight down the flusher! Ricki races into the intersection, her gun drawn. “FREEZE! VICE!” She belts out at the top of her lungs. A majority of suspects must have hearing problems, for they scarcely did as they were instructed. These guys were no exception. Defiantly, they slip into a car with tinted windows. When she realizes she can not run them down or outrun them, she assumes a defensive stance. 

The engine roars to life with an astounding ease. The wheels squeal into motion. 100 yards of distance between her and the fleeing vehicle starts closing rapidly. Headlights lock the cop in their crosshairs. A shudder steals down her spine as she relentlessly stands her ground, her feet remaining firmly planted in place. 

Tubbs is counting on them to slow down to avoid hitting her.  She fires several shots into the windshield. Yet, that is not enough to compel the suspects to cease their plight. The car continues to barrel straight for her. 

All that is left for her to do is brace for the impact. 

                                And pray for the best. 

[detectiverickitubbs]

Becoming Part of the Gang:

@interpolatedxinterviewer​

Why was it that nincompoops were always the masterminds behind every gang? Just this once, couldn’t there be enough intelligent-life left in a criminal organization for them to do something helpful for society? Just a smidgen of brains to ignite one light-bulb in the darkness? There are enough chemicals and fake bills for kindling...if only they had a spark. One innocent flickering and this whole place could turn into a great inferno of enlightened minds. Minds belonging to bodies that wouldn’t end up plastered in the shades of jailhouse blue and orange. 

She isn’t here to play professor, to educate, or to coddle those who were barely out school. No, she is here as a cut-throat undercover agent with her partner Cameron. Their assignment is to shut down this operation before more innocent people get killed. This gang as infantile as it was, had left upwards of seven bodies in their wakes. 

In order to shut this down, it turns out, they needed more physical proof of the gang’s activity. A cops word meant nothing to the courts these days. Unfortunately, for Cameron and Tubbs getting your finger on the pulse of gang activity also meant having to pass the initiation stages. 

These miserable thoughts are shoved to the back of Tubbs’s mind when her view becomes obstructed by the so-called leader. He had been droning on and on for a while about respect which, struck her as wholly ironic; even if she wasn’t allowed to outwardly say so.

Most of his words felt trivial until he got to the dreaded rituals part. He outlined two steps to the quest he personally tasked her and Cameron to: steal a car and then knock-over a store without getting caught. It seems easy enough.....

A glimmer of amusement paints its way into Ricki’s dark hues and a devilish smirk slides effortlessly across her lips. They had managed to dodge a major bullet. Most gangs craved visitations from the angel of death. So far, this one only yearned for the materialistic. “I think we can manage this for you, Boss.” Her voice offers, with a hint of edgy determination. 

“What do you think?” Tubbs queries, shooting her gaze to Cam. Tubbs is almost certain he’d agree to undertake the mission. 

Her mind was already thinking of ways to steal- no, borrow without express permission,- Sonny’s fancy ‘Rosa. It screams money, boasts speed, and would look far more impressive to a group of young trigger-happy yahoos than her beloved and irreplaceable Coup. 

The burglary...now that was another wrinkle in the fabric. One Tubbs hadn’t worked out in her mind. Maybe Cam would have a good idea, or several, if they could continue their lucky streak.