SPOILER ALERT: YOU MUST READ ONE THING FIRST, THIS WAS AN ANSWER TO THE MANY FEEDBACK REQUESTS AFTER I POSTED THAT FICLET
You already know I don't own them (Sure wish somebody on this list did though)
Title: Another Thing
Author: Laurel
Universe: ATF
Character Focus: Chris and Vin
Language warning: Ah, no
Summary: You asked for it…you got it!
Length: 1 ½ pages
Feedback: Positive or Positive and Constructive
Another Thing…
Chris walked across the parking garage anxious to get into his truck and head out for the weekend. It had been a long week and he was tired. He wanted nothing more than to slide behind the wheel of his truck and point it out of the city and towards the peaceful tranquility of his ranch.
"What the..." Chris looked around him quickly wondering if in his exhaustion he had somehow gotten out at the wrong level. But no, right next to the empty spot where his black Ram should be parked was Vin's old jeep and on the other side was Buck's truck.
"Where in the blazes is my TRUCK?"
"Whoa there, cowboy; you trying to bring the roof down on us with that bellow? What's the problem?"
"Somebody stole my damn truck that's the problem. Take a look." Chris jabbed his finger towards the empty parking space where his truck should have been.
"Are you sure that's where you parked it?"
"Jeez, Vin, I don't know, let me see now, today's Friday, I got here like I always do before 8:00 a.m., you pulled in right next to me in that death trap you call a jeep, smoke bellowing out of the exhaust, engine ticking away after you turned off the engine. Then right after you got out Buck pulled in on the other side of me sucking on a coffee like he was going to die without it, wearing sunglasses, on an overcast day because he stayed out too late last night with his latest conquest and we all walked inside together. No, of course I'm not sure where I parked it. I must be on the wrong level, how stupid of me!!!!"
"S'tryin to help, don't need to get my head chewed off. Jeez, Chris." Tanner shrugged and moved away from Chris and climbed into his jeep.
"Sorry, Vin. Didn't mean to take it out on you, but I mean, this is a Federal building, we got cameras and all, how is it that someone could just waltz right in here and steal my damn TRUCK!"
Vin turned the ignition of his jeep and the engine coughed to life. He put it in gear and backed up until he was next to Chris.
"I don't think they waltzed, pard. Think they walked."
"What?"
"Like you said," Vin grinned evilly as he flicked his fingers through his razor short hair,"It'll grow back" and when it does, you can get your truck back."
"Why you long-haired, scrawny hide, scruffy necked…"
"Ain't long haired anymore, or is you blind or something? Anyway, when it grows back, and it will, least wise that's what you've been telling me; you'll get your truck back. Shouldn't take more than 6 or 8 months, heck, maybe a year, but that's not so bad right? It ain't like it's permanent or nothing."
With that he threw his Jeep into gear and stepped on the accelerator.
Chris Larabee stood alone in the garage speechless as he watched the sharpshooter drive away.
"When I get my hands on him…."
He turned around sputtering and saw the note taped to the ground where his truck should have been parked. The note said it all…
"And Another Thing; DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS!"
The End?