1Sweltering
"God! I hate this weather!" She cried, annoyed, thumping her head gently down onto the dashboard of the squad car.
"You know, I'd prefer it if you just referred to me as John, 'Livia. A talented detective like me...well, I don't really need that kind of ego boost." He said almost seriously. He glanced down at the top of her head from his position in the drivers seat, and sighed. They were in the middle of a stake-out, parked on a strangely deserted street corner, in a squad car with no AC. If there was any time he truly wanted to kill his superiors, it was now.
"Shut up John." Ordered Olivia crankily, though with a touch of lightheartedness that made him smile. This kind of banter with her, it was familiar. A safe zone, if you will, that almost dulled the torturing burn of the hot summer heat. Almost.
"Aw, cheer up Liv, just a few more hours and our shift is over. We can go home, relax, maybe go out for dinner later?" He coaxed, reaching over to rub her back gently. She only groaned, and reached her hand foreward to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
"I'm stuck in this godforsaken car in 110 degree heat! What in hell could make me cheer up?" She exclaimed, sounding muffled as a result of the plastic material in front of her face.
"How about the fact you're stuck in here with me!" He said with way to much cheerfulness, thumping her on her exposed back slightly in his state of false enthusiasm.
She finally straightened herself up in her seat in frustration and shot him such a withering, "you are so going to pay for this later" type look, that he had to laugh.