Okay, this is a fairly random fic. I thought of it at 2 o'clock in the morning and started writing it, it only took me until 6 so it's probably rubbish! Thank you to anyone who has read or reviewed any of my other fics! This hasn't really got any pairings except possibly Smithy/Callum but it's not really noticeable. Reviews are great! (thumbs up)
Ben and Nate were in the RV, Nate was recounting his latest triumph in the women department. Ben glanced in the rear view mirror, "We're in a limit aren't we?" he asked.
"Yeah." said Nate, trying to see what Ben was seeing.
"That guy's doing over 70 isn't he?" said Ben, "The guy on the motorbike?"
Nate caught a glimpse of the biker coming up fast on the outside, he accelerated as he came up behind the police car. Ben flicked on the lights, signalling to the speeder to pull over.
The biker waved and gave him the thumbs up, Ben assumed that he was going to pull over but the biker floored the accelerator and sped past them.
Ben stepped on the pedal and sped after him, the biker turned round in his seat and mock-saluted the cops.
Nate called in the biker, requesting back-up.
The biker was increasing the distance between them, drawing away rapidly.
Ben tried to coax more speed out of the RV before they entered a more built up area. But the car was going flat out and barely holding it's own, the biker had clearly souped up his own engine.
The biker looked like he was going to turn into the industrial estate but at the last minute he signalled and turned to the right into the Jasmine Allen estate.
Ben tried to catch him before he got lost in the maze of little alleys that the Jasmine Allen was famous for. But the biker clearly knew his way around better than they did, at least it appeared he did until he turned into pretty much the only dead-end.
"We've got him." said Nate triumphantly, one hand already on his radio ready to call it in.
The biker looked back again and took both hands off the wheel, waving both hands in the air.
Nate looked on in horror as the biker careered towards the solid brick wall.
Ben stepped on the brake, the biker was trapped anyway, he couldn't get away.
Then the biker turned back so that he could see where he was going, that was when Ben saw the ramp. It was still almost impossible to see how the bike could possibly clear the wall but it was obvious that the biker intended to try his luck.
He revved the engine and drove straight at the miniature ramp, miraculously as he went into a wheelie seconds before his front wheel hit the ramp his bike became airborne.
It was a classic movie moment, the bike was suspended in the air, wheels spinning, engine roaring and the high likelihood that the rider would end up with his face implanted in the wall.
Then the front wheel hit the top of the wall and scrabbling for purchase the bike, complete with rider cleared the wall.
Ben just sat in the area car for a few seconds, marvelling at the foolhardiness of the idiot on the bike. Then Nate called in that they'd lost the biker and that if the other back up cars wanted to get him they'd have to hurry because he was making tracks.
Ben and Nate were sitting in the canteen, arguing with Kirsty and Jo the chances of the girls catching the biker.
"Just cause a guy can't do it doesn't mean it's impossible." said Jo, leaning across the table.
"You didn't see him clear the wall." said Nate adamantly, "You've got no chance."
"Didn't see who clear the wall?" asked Smithy, coming over and sitting down.
"Has lazy boy got up?" said Stevie coming in.
"Oi Moss!" said Smithy indignantly.
"How did you know who I was referring to?" asked Stevie.
"Anyway, not even the Moss could catch this guy." said Ben, "I mean, he could jump over your head with no ramp."
"Are you referring to my height PC Gayle?" asked Stevie, using her best Sergeant's voice.
"Well, it is one of your most prominent characteristics." said Smithy, eyeing up other contenders.
"Pervert." said Stevie, turning on her heel and stalking out.
"Nice one." said Nate, "I'll give you tip Sarge, you're meant to compliment them."
"Anyway, not even 'Super'," Jo sketched quote marks in the air, "Sarge could catch this fabled biker. Next thing you know he'll be a phantom, he won't bother jumping the walls he'll phase through them."
"Who says it's a guy?" asked Kirsty, "I mean, girls can do stunts on motorbikes."
"No way is this guy a girl." said Nate, "No girl could jump that."
"And why can't a girl sit on a high powered, two wheeled machine and drive it just as well as a boy?" asked Jo.
"Because they're not dumb enough." said Smithy, tucking into his sandwich.
"Who's side are you on?" asked Mickey, leaning over from another table.
"Yeah Sarge, boys versus girls." said Nate accusingly.
"Good luck with that. My moneys on none of you catching the biker, if he can jump Moss then none of you guys stand a chance." said Smithy stuffing the last of his sandwich in his mouth and getting up.
"Crime doesn't pay, we'll get him." said Mickey.