Hi people. CHASE here. This is my new fan fiction. I love the idea I hope
you do too.
MISS CONGENIALITY : SANCHEZ STYLE
Miranda jammed her keys into the door of her apartment and jiggled them. Her lock was giving trouble again. She gave the keys one last vindictive twist and the door sprung magically open as if nothing was ever wrong. She slammed it shut behind her and flung her duffel bag unto the closest chair. Today was a sucky day. Sucky, sucky, sucky,............... Sucky! Her period was almost due so she was in the throes of PMSland. She had a humongous argument with her male chauvinistic but extremely gorgeous partner Trent. She fell while trying to climb over a fence and was immediately graced with a gun in her face by the crook she was trying to catch. Well at least he learnt not to mess with a cranky woman with cramps. One swift kick to the balls was all it took. She wouldn't tell her mother that though. She would go "Mi hija. Why did you have to pick such a dangerous job. My blood pressure's always high from worrying about you." Sometimes she hated being on the LAPD. Nah. She didn't, it just got annoying sometimes.
She was finally home with no one and nothing to bother her. Except for the fact that she had promised Gordo that she would water his plants for him while he was away living out his dream of being assistant director to Steven Speilberg in Hollywood. Why didn't he ask his neighbour to take care of the stupid plants? Oh yeah. She WAS his neighbour. Well one floor down anyway. Well.... Why did he have to have plants anyway? Why didn't he just have moulding pizza like all other twenty three year old males? He always had to be neat. Why was she suffering for his neatness? Why was this suddenly a problem? She didn't have a problem with watering his plants before. Right... Today was a sucky sucky day. Oh well, the plants wouldn't die if she didn't water them for one day. Wait she said that yesterday. Damn! She would go up and do it after she did her workout.
She flung off her uniform revealing one of the spandex jogging suits she always wore beneath, sauntered over to her mini gym in the corner of her living room and started to do pushups counting in her head. 1, 2, 3, 4,5, 10 , 15, 20, 50 , 100. done! She smiled at her laziness and ambled to the kitchen area. She was sure she had a quart of caramel toffee ice cream in her freezer. She reached the doorway and turned back as the guilt sunk in. She hadn't done so well on the last physical assessment the force had. Maybe she should really do the 100 pushups. She went back over to the gym area. She was in the middle of no. 57 when the phone rang. She decided to ignore it. The answering machine would pick it up.
"You have the right to be silent. If you utilize this right you would then have given me the greatest pleasure of not having to call you back." She heard herself say in her perfect no nonsense cop voice. She grinned at the sound of it. She loved the message. Lizzie thought it was rude but it was so her.
"Miranda!" Speaking of the devil "I have the most amazing news! You won't believe it" Oh oh, whenever Lizzie said that it meant trouble. Maybe she should take this call.
"No."
"So you're home then."
"Whatever you want me to do the answer is no."
"But you haven't even heard what I was going to tell you."
"I don't care. Your amazing news always has me dating, the most obnoxious cousin of a friend that's in town or shelling out money to pay for the most un- fun girls night out. So I'll spare you the trouble of telling me and just say no."
"But, its not anything like that! And anyway you can't say no because I already signed you up." Now Miranda was REALLY suspicious. Lizzie and the words 'I already signed you up' brought back some excruciatingly embarrassing memories. Like the time Lizzie had convinced her their freshman year of high school to sign up for the school play. She obviously did not remember her performance from the year before. She did it anyway, try out that is, if only to shut Lizzie up. She ended up falling off the stage while trying to portray a girl spinning with excitement. Did she mention that that was how she broke her arm? And that was only one of the vault of memories that Lizzie's words re-opened.
"Signed me up for what?" She said the words slowly preparing herself for the worst. For all she know it could be for that year's season of bachelor or maybe even a single's only cruise with only fifty something old geezers going through a mid life crisis. Lizzie was always trying to set her up. Maybe Lizzie signed her up to be hit by a bus for a million dollars. Knowing Lizzie it could be exactly that bad.
"Well, don't get mad at me. " Miranda prepared to get angry "But I signed you up for the Miss California pageant and they want you to come in for an interview in the next two weeks. Isn't that great!!?!!!" Miranda didn't even hear Lizzie's extra perky, over excited last comment. This wasn't as bad as anything she had thought of before. This was millions of times worse.
MISS CONGENIALITY : SANCHEZ STYLE
Miranda jammed her keys into the door of her apartment and jiggled them. Her lock was giving trouble again. She gave the keys one last vindictive twist and the door sprung magically open as if nothing was ever wrong. She slammed it shut behind her and flung her duffel bag unto the closest chair. Today was a sucky day. Sucky, sucky, sucky,............... Sucky! Her period was almost due so she was in the throes of PMSland. She had a humongous argument with her male chauvinistic but extremely gorgeous partner Trent. She fell while trying to climb over a fence and was immediately graced with a gun in her face by the crook she was trying to catch. Well at least he learnt not to mess with a cranky woman with cramps. One swift kick to the balls was all it took. She wouldn't tell her mother that though. She would go "Mi hija. Why did you have to pick such a dangerous job. My blood pressure's always high from worrying about you." Sometimes she hated being on the LAPD. Nah. She didn't, it just got annoying sometimes.
She was finally home with no one and nothing to bother her. Except for the fact that she had promised Gordo that she would water his plants for him while he was away living out his dream of being assistant director to Steven Speilberg in Hollywood. Why didn't he ask his neighbour to take care of the stupid plants? Oh yeah. She WAS his neighbour. Well one floor down anyway. Well.... Why did he have to have plants anyway? Why didn't he just have moulding pizza like all other twenty three year old males? He always had to be neat. Why was she suffering for his neatness? Why was this suddenly a problem? She didn't have a problem with watering his plants before. Right... Today was a sucky sucky day. Oh well, the plants wouldn't die if she didn't water them for one day. Wait she said that yesterday. Damn! She would go up and do it after she did her workout.
She flung off her uniform revealing one of the spandex jogging suits she always wore beneath, sauntered over to her mini gym in the corner of her living room and started to do pushups counting in her head. 1, 2, 3, 4,5, 10 , 15, 20, 50 , 100. done! She smiled at her laziness and ambled to the kitchen area. She was sure she had a quart of caramel toffee ice cream in her freezer. She reached the doorway and turned back as the guilt sunk in. She hadn't done so well on the last physical assessment the force had. Maybe she should really do the 100 pushups. She went back over to the gym area. She was in the middle of no. 57 when the phone rang. She decided to ignore it. The answering machine would pick it up.
"You have the right to be silent. If you utilize this right you would then have given me the greatest pleasure of not having to call you back." She heard herself say in her perfect no nonsense cop voice. She grinned at the sound of it. She loved the message. Lizzie thought it was rude but it was so her.
"Miranda!" Speaking of the devil "I have the most amazing news! You won't believe it" Oh oh, whenever Lizzie said that it meant trouble. Maybe she should take this call.
"No."
"So you're home then."
"Whatever you want me to do the answer is no."
"But you haven't even heard what I was going to tell you."
"I don't care. Your amazing news always has me dating, the most obnoxious cousin of a friend that's in town or shelling out money to pay for the most un- fun girls night out. So I'll spare you the trouble of telling me and just say no."
"But, its not anything like that! And anyway you can't say no because I already signed you up." Now Miranda was REALLY suspicious. Lizzie and the words 'I already signed you up' brought back some excruciatingly embarrassing memories. Like the time Lizzie had convinced her their freshman year of high school to sign up for the school play. She obviously did not remember her performance from the year before. She did it anyway, try out that is, if only to shut Lizzie up. She ended up falling off the stage while trying to portray a girl spinning with excitement. Did she mention that that was how she broke her arm? And that was only one of the vault of memories that Lizzie's words re-opened.
"Signed me up for what?" She said the words slowly preparing herself for the worst. For all she know it could be for that year's season of bachelor or maybe even a single's only cruise with only fifty something old geezers going through a mid life crisis. Lizzie was always trying to set her up. Maybe Lizzie signed her up to be hit by a bus for a million dollars. Knowing Lizzie it could be exactly that bad.
"Well, don't get mad at me. " Miranda prepared to get angry "But I signed you up for the Miss California pageant and they want you to come in for an interview in the next two weeks. Isn't that great!!?!!!" Miranda didn't even hear Lizzie's extra perky, over excited last comment. This wasn't as bad as anything she had thought of before. This was millions of times worse.