Flirt
by rumblebee25
The motorcycle cop was gaining on him and the black and gold paint job was a welcome site. He was all by his lonesome too. Lockdown's hologram flickered on, the form based somewhat on his own build and features. He glanced at his appearance in the rear view mirror, making sure that the leather clad bodybuilder staring back at him looked suitable sleazy. A siren whooped a warning and the muscle car pulled over to the side of the road.
The bike cop rolled to a stop, right next to driver's side and the window rolled down. Lockdown leaned out a bit, his elbow on the door and left hand on the wheel, like he didn't have care in the world..
"Officer, I wasn't speeding. Honest," he said, completely innocent. The cop frowned.
"I told you never to call me," Prowl said, voice just this side of freezing.
"Then change your frequency. Or maybe you want me to be able to contact you," the bounty hunter said with a cocky grin, "Now don't you want see my ID?"
He opened his jacket and reached in. Prowl tensed, but the bounty hunter took out a very fake looking driver's license. Warily the bike cop took it and Lockdown made sure their fingers touched. Prowl was running a little warm..
"You really get off on this whole authority trip doncha?" he asked, his voice low and he brushed his fingers against the cop's palm, "Now why don't you slip out of that hologram and into something more comfortable?"
"Lockdown," Prowl said, his terse voice at odds with the spike in his energy signature," I'm warning you..."
"Ooh, that's more like it," the bounty hunter chuckled, "Seriously, I just wanted to see you again. No tricks. I just wanna talk." The cop pursed his lips and examined the card, flipping it over.
"This the time and coordinates?" he asked and the bounty hunter nodded. Prowl thought about it and said, "It's a forest preserve."
"Yeah. It's kinda quiet out there," the bounty hunter said as the cop handed the license back, "If like ya that sort thing."
"I'll be free in tomorrow," Prowl said, his voice a cool monotone, "Maybe."
Gripping the handlebars, the cop gunned the engine and drove off, back tire spitting gravel at Lockdown's front grill and nicking the chrome. It was supposed to be rude, but the muscle car's revved at what amounted to a love bite. That little bike was such was a tease.
"Darlin' ,you know just how to push my buttons," Lockdown chuckled, fingers stroking the gear shift.