MOMMA MIA
by ardavenport
- - - Part 1
". . . . Look at me now, will I ever learn.
I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control.
There's a fire within my soul."
"Just one look and I can hear a bell ring,
One more look and I forget everything . . . ooooooh,"
"Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you . . . . ."
Roy looked to his right and saw his partner leaning on the passenger door of the squad, his head, dark hairs on top catching in the breeze, turned toward the sound of the music. It was a catchy pop tune, cheerfully sung by female voices with perky instrumentals. Not too obnoxious or screechy, but nothing special. Roy turned back to the traffic ahead of them and a moment later the source of the mystery music pulled ahead in the lane next to them. A blond woman in a red convertible.
Next to him, Johnny had a big grin on his face. Roy sighed.
The pickup truck ahead of them gunned his accelerator to make it through a yellow light. Roy slowed and braked to a stop. They pulled up even with the convertible again at the red light.
". . . .Why, why did I ever let you go,
Mamma mia, now I really know,
My my, I could never let you go."
"Hi!" Johnny waved, looking down at the right-hand lane, his head and arm leaning out the window. Roy thought he heard an answering 'Hi' back, under the sounds of the music and traffic. He leaned forward, looking down either side of the cross street, thinking of the best way to go to break this off. He might get stuck waiting at the hospital while his partner made time with a pretty new nurse. But flirting in traffic seemed to be a bit too much.
Dispatch saved him the trouble of playing the heavy.
Oooooeeeeee-mmaaaahhhh - BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
"Engine Fifty-One, Squad Fifty-One - Traffic accident with injuries - Thirty-two-eighty-seven Pinella Avenue, That's Thirty-two-eighty-seven Pinella Avenue, cross street Torrido - Time out Nine-fifty-seven."
Johnny's head whipped around at the sound. He reached for the mic. One hand on the steering wheel, Roy reached for his fire helmet, hanging behind the seat.
"Squad Fifty-One, Ten-Four." Johnny replaced the mic and Roy turned on the lights and siren.
Johnny put his own helmet on, but for a moment they were stuck until the cross traffic figured out they were there. As soon as he was sure the traffic had stopped on both sides, Roy pulled out, crossing the intersection and accelerating.
"Time to go to work, lover."
Johnny flashed a big smile, the helmet strap under his chin. "Oh, we'll see each other again."
His eyes on the traffic pulling off to the side ahead of them, Roy just shrugged. What were the chances of seeing a girl again after one random-chance meeting in traffic? He marveled at Johnny's optimism.
- - - End Part 1