I swung the crow bar at full speed - the car windows crumbled easily. A rush sped through me like a hurricane and there was a pounding in my ears. Release. Kicking the car door, it too twisted under my strength. That was when I heard it, the squeal of another car. Swiveling, I saw a black Rover jerk into life. I was paralyzed and the crow bar hit the gravel with a clunk. The car sped towards me. I was sure I would be hit, when I was pushed out of the way. I landed on the floor underneath a stranger. A man. A lot older than me with a quite handsome face, and he had saved me. My ears picked up the sound of the car squealing away: it had clearly dodged the collision. My mind got back to getting up. My savior got to his feet and helped me up. I temporarily forgot I was in Glasgow, so when he spoke I was confused at his accent. Definitely native.

"I don't know whether I should be asking you about the crow bar or about the car that was headed straight for you" he said, his voice low. I frowned. What did that mean? The guy reached into his jacket pocket and pulled a wallet. It flipped open. It was ID.

"Robbie Ross, Detective Inspector, Maryhill CID" I cringed. Shit. Trust me to get saved by a police officer.

"Good to meet you. And, ur...thanks for that…" I motioned to ground. "Do you always play hero?" I asked. I knew I was dodging both the crow bar and car questions, however he seemed to play along.

"Not always, no. But miss-"

"Boulter. Amy Boulter" I offered and he nodded and carried on.

"Miss Boulter, you mind telling me what you're doing with a two foot crow bar?" he said and I smiled at his voice. He picked up on that too.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Your accent, it's pretty awesome".

He grinned. "Londoner, huh? So what are you doing in Glasgow beating up some mug's car?" he asked.

"Some mug happens to be my boyfriend. Well when I say that-we're not actually together but he had this thing and… can we do this somewhere else?" I stopped, realizing I was in a street where I knew none of the residents and didn't want them knowing me.

Walking into Maryhill Police Station has to be the weirdest sensation ever. Not once have I been in a police station. A woman walked up to DI Ross and looked at me.

"Robbie, who's that?" she asked quite sharply.

"Amy Boulter - caught her smashing the windows out of a very nice car".

The woman rolled her eyes.

"Oh, wasn't yours was it?" she asked. Did I see a flash of hope?

"Nope. Her boyfriend's and…Jackie I'll talk to you after, okay?" he finished and he walked on. I followed, not sure where I was being taken. Into an office, a quiet deserted office.

"So, what about this boyfriend?" he asked, leaning on the table as I sat down. I began to tell him everything.

*Urmm… yeah I dunno. Review if you want, got this idea in the middle of the night*