Houston Knights is an American crime drama set in Houston, Texas. The show ran on CBS from 1987 to 1988 and had 31 episodes. The core of the show was the partnership between two very different cops from two different cultures. Chicago cop Joey LaFiamma is transferred to the Houston Police Department after he kills a mobster from a powerful Mafia family and a contract is put out on him. In Houston he is partnered with Levon Lundy, the grandson of a Texas Ranger. Although as different as night and day, and after a rocky beginning the two cops form a successful partnership and become friends. During the series, it is revealed that both LaFiamma and Lundy have their own personal demons. LaFiamma comes from a Mob family himself and his Chicago police partner had been killed when he went ahead while LaFiamma had waited for backup to arrive. Lundy´s wife had been killed by a car bomb that was intended to kill him.
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Houston Knights Fanfiction
Cruisin´
By Violet to Blue
"Lundy, will you try and relax for God´s sake?" Joseph Anthony LaFiamma shot his partner a sidelong look of annoyance. "Why can´t you ever relax when I drive your damn tank? I´ve driven cars far more valuable than this pile of junk before I even turned fourteen."
"Yeah, wonder why you unlearned to drive in the meantime then," Levon Lundy retorted. His tense posture emphasized the seriousness of his statement. His right hand had tightly gripped the holder above his side window and his left boot uncharacteristically rested against the dashboard of his Jimmy. He had placed it there on impulse after Joe had tipped the breaks just a bit too forcefully for his taste.
"Hey, listen Lundy. You can´t always come up with the same old story about me wrecking that jeep of yours. That´s been two years ago. And, by the way, I am still paying for the wreck. Meaning I am actually paying for the acquisition and maintenance of this tank. So I see it as my right to drive the damn thing once in a while."
As his mind wandered back to the beginning of their trip Levon had to admit that they both had had a hard time for the last two days. They had been assigned to the job of picking up a witness in Salt Lake City. The guy had agreed to give testimony against a mob boss from New Orleans who had been nailed in Houston. But he had not agreed to go to Houston by plane. At this time of the year a drive to Salt Lake City was no pleasure. Nor was the return trip. The searing heat would probably fry them alive. But their lieutenant Joanne Beaumont had been adamant. The budget was too tight to pay for their flights and a rented vehicle for the return journey. And on top of that no other team had been available.
So they started out for Salt Lake City in Levon´s Jimmy in the middle of the night. At least the temperature was nice and Levon first thought he could cope. But their last case had not only forced them to put in long hours for a few days but had also kept them in the office until early evening. The short interval they had had to recuperate before starting out on their trip hadn´t allowed either of them to recharge sufficiently.
Though Levon was a morning person he was only when he had had the chance to sleep beforehand. Of course he had insisted on driving the first turn. But then there had been the problem to determine just how long that first turn was supposed to be. Levon would have actually preferred to drive both trips himself. After all the Jimmy was his and not Joe´s vehicle. He hardly ever entrusted Joe with his car. Not after Joe had wrecked the model Levon had owned before the Jimmy. The story was still occasional cause for laughter at the police station, even after two years.
Joe had fallen asleep the instant he had buckled in the seat belt. As the monotonous road stretched before him in the seemingly endless night Levon all of a sudden realized that he had closed his eyes. For how long he couldn´t tell. Problem was that he was supposed to be in control of his vehicle. He bolted upright and the car jerked in its successful attempt to regain a straight forward movement.
The swerving motion had jostled Joe against the door on his side. His eyes coming open wide in shock he swore loudly. "Damn it, Lundy, are you nuts? Do you want to kill us both?" Being started out of a deep sleep he felt the adrenaline surge through his body like a tidal wave that left a slight nausea in its wake. "Pull over, you´re not driving another mile."
"Cut it, LaFiamma. Why don´t you go back to sleep." Levon tried to cover his own shock by glaring back at his partner. But he knew there was no excuse for misjudging his own state of exhaustion. After a moment he slowed down, pulled into a dirt road and cut off the engine. He did not look at Joe but rather expected him to give a harsh comment. Instead there was only silence.
"I´m sorry, LaFiamma. Might not have been such a good idea to set out without a good night´s sleep," Levon finally said somewhat contritely. His gaze met Joe´s. Though the full moon lit the outside scenery sufficiently there was only little light in the car. Still Levon could tell that his partner´s face was paler than usual.
"Yah ok?"
Joe nodded but didn´t answer right away. He rolled down the window and took a deep breath. "Just a bit queasy," he conceded. "Too much adrenaline."
"Reckon you´re not up to driving then either," Levon probed, carefully keeping any sarcasm out of his voice.
"Reckon you´re right there," came Joe´s laconic answer. "I guess we better just stay put and close our eyes for a while. Joanne will be pissed if we get ourselves killed in the middle of the desert."
"Yeah." Levon tilted back the back rest and tried to get as comfortable as possible. The squeaking of Joe´s seat told him that his partner followed his example. A few minutes later they were both sound asleep.
