Title – Long Night
Summary – Lt. Robarts is going to have a longer night than he would have liked.
Rating – G
Disclaimer – Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. If I owned it…it probably wouldn't be nearly as good.
A/N – Please review! I don't care if it's constructive (though I'd like it to be), or if it's a flame consisting of nothing more than "Ur mum's mum's hairdresser's mum!" – anything, please.
A/N 2 – This is a drabble that takes place during 2x12, Nightshifter. I haven't written anything in years, so I'm trying to get my writing muscles flexed. For obvious reasons, it's a one shot.
Lt. Robarts was not having a good day. Well, it'd been decent until the bank robbery.
"Target is in line of sight. There's a clean shot."
Robarts stiffened. Maybe he'd manage to get home before the kids went to bed. "If you've got the shot, take it."
He crossed his fingers.
"Target is neutralized."
Robarts barely had time to pump a fist when the radio crackled to life again. "Two hostages are coming out. Wait – one's going back in. He locked the door!"
The trailer door burst open – feds. Damn. It was going to be a long night.