Explanation
Captain Rodriguez: “Have you seen Detective Ramirez?”
“Santos, this is highly irregular. What if someone else had found you?”
Santos: “Someone did find me. You found me.” (She attempted to put her hair back in a ponytail). “Captain, I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me.”
Captain Rodriguez: “Shoot.”
Santos: “Do I look like I’ve been in a fight or something?”
Rodriguez looked her up and down. Her uniform was wrinkled beyond recognition, her hair looked like she’d been electrocuted, and there were mysterious marks on her neck that definitely hadn’t been there this morning.
Captain Rodriguez: “Santos, you look like you’ve been in a fight with a hurricane and lost. Badly.”
She nodded solemnly.
Santos: “That’s what I thought. Captain, I need to put in for a transfer request.”
Captain Rodriguez: “What the hell transfer? Why?”
Santos: “Because Detective Ramirez is coming back next week for the follow-up meeting on the Henderson case, and I don’t think the department’s insurance covers death by excessive tongue action.”
Rodriguez stared at her for a long moment.
Captain Rodriguez: “Santos, did you just say you want to transfer because you can’t handle making out with Detective Ramirez?”
Santos: “Captain, with all due respect, but you never been kissed on your lady part by Hurricane Tongue. The man’s tongue has moves that would make a belly dancer jealous. I’m pretty sure he knows techniques that aren’t legal in at least twelve states.”
Captain Rodriguez: “This is insane.”
Santos: “Captain, I’ve been a cop for eight years. I’ve chased down armed robbers, wrestled with drunk college kids, and once I talked a guy off a ledge who was convinced his goldfish was plotting against him. But twenty minutes with Hurricane Tongue, and I’m handcuffed to a stairwell, seeing stars, and questioning my life choices.”
Rodriguez helped her gather her scattered dignity and the remnants of her composure.
Captain Rodriguez: “Santos, maybe you should take the rest of the week off.”
Santos: “Good idea, Captain. I need to go home and ice my you know. And maybe Google whether there’s such a thing as tongue insurance.”
As they walked back up the stairwell, Rodriguez couldn’t help but shake his head.
Captain Rodriguez: “Santos, one more question.”
Santos: “Yes, Captain?”
Captain Rodriguez: “Are you planning on seeing Detective Ramirez again?”
Santos paused, a big smile came across her face while she thought about the Captain question.
Santos: “Captain, Hurricane Tongue is dangerous. He’s unpredictable. He’s probably going to be the death of me.”
Captain Rodriguez: “But?”
Santos: “But damn if he isn’t the best kisser in the entire universe.”
Rodriguez sighed.
Captain Rodriguez: “Santos, you’re certifiably insane.”
Santos: “Maybe, Captain. But I’m also satisfied victim of Hurricane tongue.”
As they reached the top of the stairwell, Rodriguez made a mental note to himself:
Captain Rodriguez: Im assigning Santos to traffic duty.
Some storms, he realized, were just too dangerous to weather twice.
To be continued……..