"Adam 553 to dispatch."

"Go for Adam."

"I'm signaling for a traffic stop for a yellow '09 Camaro. Tag number: Four-November-Zulu-Zulu-Four-Five-Four. Citing speed and tinted windows."

"Copy Adam 553. I'll run the plates."

The state trooper put away his radar gun, pulling off the side of the highway, quickly catching up to the speeding Camaro. He hadn't hit his lights yet, he was busy trying to spot the driver inside the car, but couldn't seem to make anyone out.

On the other side,

Bumblebee was busy cruising around the highway, with Sam in school and everyone else either busy of helping their charges, he was free to cruise the highway for the next few hours.

He had been so wrapped up in the music on the radio and the feel of the wind around him that he hadn't keep track of his speed, even after Sam had warned him numerous times before. Every time he was told that if he didn't watch his speed, he was going to get pulled over by the police, and he would have a hard time taking on the ticket without the driver.

But once again, he had forgotten, and it would appear Karma wasn't on his side today.

Sure enough, he heard the siren blare behind him, and his rear sensors detected the flashing lights. Silently he cursed himself and his luck.

Could be worse. He reasoned. Could be Barricade. He admitted, revving his engine slightly as he pulled off to the side of the road, quickly working through his options.

His sensors could easily detect the cop walking slowly along his side. Bumblebee was quick to project a human in the driver's seat, rolling his window down as the cop approached.

"Do you know why I pulled you over today?" The cop asked, trying to read the body language of the hologram. Bumblebee cursed himself again. I didn't think he'd be asking questions! He thought, quickly searching the world wide web for the best answer before forcing his still slightly damaged vocal processor to speak in place of the hologram. "I guess I was doing a little over the speed limit, officer."

That sounded bad. Bumblebee thought to himself.

"You sound a little sick," The officer observed. "Touch of the flu?"

Another quick search of the web told him that the flu was a common illness among humans. He forced his vocal processor to respond. "Heh, just a little."

The officer nodded. "The speed limit here is only sixty-five miles an hour." Bumblebee hologram nodded. "I clocked you at well over ninety."

Sounds like trouble…

"Sir," The officer started. "I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle."

Lots of trouble.

"Sir?" The officer repeated. "Step out of the vehicle, I won't ask you again."

Bumblebee cursed himself, quickly shifting into drive and burning rubber out of there, taking off down the highway, hitting triple digit speeds.

"Adam 553 to dispatch! Suspect is running! Driver is a white male, about twenty-five years of age! Requesting backup and a chopper!"

"All units, all units, Adam 553 in pursuit of a yellow Camaro. Twenty-five year old Caucasian driver, pursuit is a code three."

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Sam sighed sitting in his classroom. He looked up at the clock.

Only one more hour to go. He thought, ignoring the history teacher as he droned on. Man… why is it that school just seems so boring after saving the world from evil alien robots… then again… His thoughts were interrupted when another kid burst into the classroom. "Everyone! Sam's car is on TV!"

"What?!" Sam asked, quickly looking over at Mikeala. "This cannot be good." He said, as one of his classmates, completely ignoring the teacher, turned on the classroom TV.

Everyone had a front row seat as the local news station was reporting on a pursuit in progress, and there, on the TV screen was Bumblebee.

"I don't believe it." Sam sighed, banging his head on the desk.

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Oh man, this is bad, this is really, really bad. Bumblebee was cursing himself as he used every ounce of skill he had to weave in and out of traffic, trying his hardest to get further away from the police. And while he didn't want to admit it, he knew he was going to need help. Especially with that thing the human's called a helicopter over head.

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Captain William Lennox stood in his front yard, a bucket of soapy water in one hand, the hose in the other. He was grinning slightly, staring at the black GMC truck in his driveway. "Guess what time it is again." Lennox said, walking towards the truck.

Ironhide revved his engine in annoyance when Lennox approached. He hated these monthly 'car washings', even if they did kind of feel good.

"Now, now." Lennox offered. "Lets not do it like we had to last time. I'm still trying to convince my neighbors that they've had that hole in their roof for years."

"Fine." Ironhide said through his radio. "Just try and keep the suds out of my engine this time."

Lennox had turned on the hose, starting to spray out Ironhide's truck bed, just as Bumblebee's transmission made it through. "I could use a little help here!"

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Sam watched as more and more cop cars joined in the chase of what they thought was a speeder on the run, not some giant alien robot. He laughed at himself a little. Oh if only they knew what they were chasing.

He jumped a little in his seat, hearing the loud truck horn blare outside the school's window. He looked over, not at all surprised to See Optimus sitting in the school's parking lot, in truck form.

Again, ignoring the teacher, Sam bolted from his seat, Mikeala in tow.

Making themselves as comfortable as they could in Optimus' cab, they started to piece together what was going on.

"So now I'm being chased by the police and I don't know what to do. Obviously, I can't transform, but I can't shake this helicopter thing either. I'd hate to say it, but I need help here guys."

Sam sighed, sitting back further into his seat as he tried to think of a way out of the situation. "What do we have available that could remotely help?" He asked out loud. But it was more for himself then anyone else.

"We have a Hummer Ambulance, a giant pick-up, and an eighteen wheeler." Mikeala said. "Oh, and they can all transform into giant droids and have and have a death match."

Sam rolled his eyes, any other time he would have laughed at the joke, but now he was worried about Bee. The yellow Camaro was currently being chased by fifteen cops and was calling out to everyone for help. He already figured that Lennox knew what was going on because of Ironhide. He sighed again, shrugging his shoulders. "We'd need a cop that was on our side… but the only one who knows we exists lives by the phrase 'to punish and enslave', so I doubt he'll be any help." Sam finished as Optimus entered the clearing, Ratchet, Ironhide, and Lennox already waiting for him.

"Any bright ideas?" Lennox asked, seeing the new comers pull up.

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The black Impala sat on the side of the highway, police chatter coming off the radio for it's two occupants to clearly hear, they knew of the police chase a few miles behind them, and were waiting for it to pass so they could see the car being chased.

In the driver seat, sat a man no older then thirty-five. Action movie looking sunglasses covered his eyes as he watched the traffic pass by him, completely ignoring his female partner in the passenger seat who was drumming her fingers on the dashboard.

"Do you think it's-" The girl started.

"Probably." He cut her off.

"Do you think they-"

"Uh, huh."

"Bryan, will you let me finish my sentence?"

"Nope." The man, Bryan, grinned, looking over at Kasey. "Will you stop?" He laughed. "You starting to sound like my ex-wife." He added, grinning back at her while she rolled her eyes.

"I wonder why she's your ex-wife." Kasey quipped, looking over her shoulder, hearing the Camaro's engine scream past them.

"Was that-" She started, cut off again.

"Yup."

"Was he being-"

"Looked that way." Bryan cut her off again.

"Are we going to-"

"Nope." He stopped her, placing his hands in his lap, pretending to try and take a nap.

Kasey rolled her eyes. "Keep this up and you won't have to worry about getting married. Now will you knock it off? It looks like he needs our help, just stay at the back of the line while I call Will, okay?"

Bryan just chuckled, turning on his lights and siren, pulling off the shoulder and quickly catching up to the pursuit.

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While the others were working on a strategy, the Captain's cell phone started beeping.

"Who didn't recharge last night?" Ratchet was quick to scold his teammates before Lennox held up his cell phone. "It's my cell phone." He sighed. "Remember? You call people on it?" He sighed again when Ratchet just nodded. "Forget it." Lennox flipped open his phone, looking at the name on the screen. "I think we just got a lucky break."

He pressed talk, pressing the phone to his ear.

"It's been a while Will. How are you?" Kasey started, trying to hide her amusement.

"I've been better." The captain replied. "I take it since you're calling, you know what's going on?"

"Know about it?" Kasey asked. "Lennox we're at the back of the pack. We just need to know what you want to do."

The captain sighed, quickly thinking up an idea. He thought for a few more seconds before his eyes lit up. "I've got it. We'll meet you on the highway." He said, closing his phone and looking back to the group. "Ratchet, do you have any medic uniforms stored in your compartments?"

"Just one… I don't see how that will help Bumblebee."

"Just give it to Mikeala." Lennox said quickly, turning to Sam. "I have an idea, but you are not going to enjoy it."

"What is it?" Sam answered quickly. "We've gotta save him!"

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"Oh I hope you're a really good driver." Mikeala whined, gripping her seatbelt as she sat in Ratchet's cabin, watching the world whip by as the Autobot used his sirens to get through traffic.

Behind her, Ironhide followed with Lennox and Sam in his cabin. Sam was a little uneasy about what was about to happen, but at this point, he was willing to do what it took to save Bumblebee.

At the back of the pack, Optimus stayed with the traffic, a trailer attached to his back and a hologram driving as he went over the plan in his spark one more time. Even he had to admit, it was risky, and Sam wouldn't enjoy a good part of it, that was for sure.

He saw the police lights ahead and slowed down a little as the traffic did. Ratchet and Ironhide disappearing in the row of police cars as the plan went into full swing.

Good luck.

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Bumblebee had never been so glad to see Ratchet in his rear view mirror. Furthermore, he had never been nearly as happy as he was to see Ironhide trailing him.

"Tell me you guys have an idea." He said into his friends over their comm. frequency.

"We do." Lennox replied over Ironhide's radio. "While he isn't happy about it, I put a little police light in his windshield, so the cops think we're an unmarked unit." Lennox continued. "Ratchet is going to block their view when we pull up along side you, you're going to have to open your door. It's risky, but we're going to have to get Sam into your cabin for this to work."

"What… wait?!" Bumblebee yelled back over the Comm. "At this speed? No way! What if he misses? I'd run him over!"

"Trust us Bee." Sam's voice. "All we have to do is get me in your Cab. After that you'll just have to pull to the side and stop."

The Camaro's engine revved a little, while Bumblebee watched the little black Impala, also with lights in it's dash, make it's way up behind Ironhide.

As if someone had started the countdown, Ironhide made his move, pulling up along side Bumblebee just as Ratchet blocked the view of the doors. Ironhide opened his passenger side door while Bumblebee opened his driver side. Sam take a deep breath, looking over at Lennox before jumping the gap.

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"I sure as hell hope they know what they're doing." Kasey sighed, gripping the armrest on her side of the car while Bryan weaved in and out of cop cars.

"They saved the earth." He responded. "I'm sure this is just a walk in the park for them."

She rolled her eyes. "He's still a kid, Bryan. Not everyone worked a special ops team like you did."

"And I'm a better person for it."

"Shut-"

"Nope." He said, grinning as he finally made it behind Ironhide, giving his siren a little chirp before returning it to it's normal wail. Ironhide flashed his break lights as if to say 'Affirmative'.

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"I've got you!" Bumblebee yelled over his radio as Sam connected with his driver's seat. Bumblebee closed his door enough to keep Sam in without crushing his foot that still hung out a little bit.

With a yell, Sam sat up in the seat, letting Bumblebee close the door all the way. "I haven't felt a rush like that since I fell off the building!"

Bumblebee's engine revved a little as he started to speak. "I'm sorry Sam."

"For what?"

"You've warned me about my speed before. And now you're risking your life because I didn't listen.

"Don't worry about Bee. You'd do the same for me." Sam said, gripped the steering wheel, easing his foot onto the break. "Let me have control okay?" Sam asked, as the car started to slow. Rows of police cars falling back a little and stopped when the car did. They all got out, weapons drawn.

For effect, Bryan and Kasey drew their own weapons; and, being at the front of the police pack now, started to slowly move towards the car. "Driver! Step out of the vehicle slowly, with your hands up!" Bryan yelled, trying his hardest not to laugh. The whole situation was just ridicules.

Sam did as he was told, slowly stepped out of Bumblebee, the full effect of having guns pointed at him. He listened to the next Command.

"Driver! Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head!" Kasey called, taking another step closer. Sam, however, didn't move, he just stayed in the middle of the closed off highway, his hands in the air.

It was part of the plan. After such a "chase", for the driver to suddenly give up was a little unheard of. Unfortunately, they were going to have to put on a show for the others watching.

Ratchet had fallen to the back of the pack once Sam had made the jump, now, he and Mikeala waited for the Captains signal to move forward. For the time being, they were watching Sam getting 'arrested'.

"Driver, final warning! Get on your knees now!" Kasey yelled again, now she was a few feet away from Sam, a look on her face of 'sorry'.

Sam started, turning on his heel like he was going to run, and just like they had planned, Bryan took him down - hard.

"Oh, that hurt. That really hurt." Sam groaned when Bryan tackled him. Now Sam was looking up at the officer, the nozzle of the mace can a few inches from his face. He closed his eyes. "Do not resist arrest!" Bryan yelled, trying hard not to chuckle now. This whole thing being planned he already knew what Sam was going to do.

Under the weight of the officer, Sam pretended to try and escape, and sure enough, he got sprayed.

"Oh that definitely hurts!" Sam whined as he stopped struggling, holding his hands to his eyes. Now, with his vision blurred, he couldn't see Lennox, but he heard him.

"You are in big trouble." The Captain scolded. "Stealing government property and racing through the streets like that. Just what were you thinking?" He finished just as Ratchet chirped his siren, making his way up the emergency lane, he stopped a few feet away from Sam, letting Mikeala hop of with a fake medic bag.

The other cops had holstered their weapons by now and were talking amongst themselves or watching Sam being arrested. Sam groaned when Mikeala pretended to check his eyes. "Stop being a baby." She said, putting the penlight away and getting a gurney from the back of the medic. As he was lifted onto it by Lennox and Bryan, he groaned again. "The things I do for my car." He sighed, hearing Optimus arrive at the scene too.

Sam was loaded into the back of Ratchet and the doors closed.

"Hold still," The medic began. "I'm going to spray you're face to neutralize the effects of the chemical they sprayed in your eyes." He said, his voice all around Sam as he felt the fine mist hit his face.

Outside the ambulance, Sam heard Bumblebee being loaded into the back of the trailer attached to Prime. He opened his eyes, finding that while they were still red, they didn't burn anymore. He stayed still on the bed though, not wanting anyone to see him sit up through the back window.

Sam heard the driver's side door open and Mikeala get in. Ratchet started his engine and chirped his siren, starting to pull away from the scene. Sam waited a few minutes before getting up, crawling to the front cab, and sitting in the passenger seat, the adrenalin rush starting to fade.

"We did it." Mikeala said, still feeling odd for sitting in the driver's seat while the Autobot was driving. "We saved Bumblebee."

"How are you feeling Sam?" Ratchet asked, turning off his flashing lights.

"Like I was thrown to the ground and maced. That's how I feel." Sam sighed, sitting back. "Can you open a channel to Bee?"

"Sam?" Bumblebee slightly strained voice came through the radio. "Sam I'm so sorry. I caused too much trouble."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about it. Are you okay?"

"I should be asking that question."

"You're lucky there was traffic like that. Otherwise they would have tried to blow out your tires."

"Blow out my tires?"

"You know, deflate them? Shoot them out? Stick sharp spikes in them? That sort of thing."

"Humans can't be so barbaric to deflate one's tires… would they?" Ironhide's voice chimed in.

"It's not barbaric. Not everyone who runs from the cops is a super car robot, you know. Most of them have guns and want to hurt people." Sam said, not getting a response, he let the subject drop, sitting back in Ratchet's comfortable seat, he let his eyes drift close, unaware that the spectacle of the day, had drew a lot more then just human attention.