"Sir, can I see some license and registration?" Bon asked impatiently. The pulled over car and the squad car sat in the shade of the Fazcorp building.. "What are ya charging me with?" The driver growled. Bon tried not to roll her eyes. "Sir, your license plate is out of date, you were over the speed limit and you ran a stop sign." Foxy had gone around to the other side of the vehicle, making the radio call to the precinct that the driver wasn't compiling. "I ain't showing ya nothing!" The driver barked. Foxy looked into the passenger window, and his face suddenly turned grim. "Sir. Step out of the vehicle." The driver growled again, rolling up his window. He looked like he was about to take off, but another squad car pulled up. Bon slowly reached for her taser. She knew Foxy wouldn't get aggressive unless he saw something. The driver growled at the sight of the other car, but opened the door. He got out, but very quickly. Bon saw him reach for something inside his pocket. "Gun!"Foxy called before tackling him to the ground. The driver fell into the snowy ground with a thug, and the gun he had concealed went flying. Within seconds, Bon and another officer were on top of him and handcuffed him, while another officer covered them by training a taser on the driver. As the driver was put into the squad car, swearing and cursing the officers, Foxy met with Bon and the other officers, Blank and Emil. "Well. That happened. What tipped you off?" Blank asked. Foxy opened the car door. "Saw that lying there." On the custom leather seat, a loaded pistol was there. "Saw him slowly reach for it while you talked." Bagging the gun, the officers continued to search the car. "Turns out this guy's got a warrant for aggravated assault." Emil concluded. Later, the other unit left with the prisoner, leaving Foxy and Bon waiting for the tow truck to impound the car. "Hey, thanks for that call. Didn't see the gun." Foxy shrugged. "Oh. It was , want to head to dinner later? If you don't have any plans..." Bon smiled. "Sure, I'd love to."