Stop! Hands Up!
Author's Note: Action Ressler has always been hard for me to write. The title is the prompt for Febressuary-2022.
Let me know what you think.
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"Hey!" Ressler yelled when he saw a man running around a corner and knocking a kid off her bike.
The man turned for a moment and Ressler saw the purse in his hands. Then the man kept running.
"Shit," Ressler sighed as he took off at a run after the man.
He upholstered his gun and assumed it at the man.
"Stop! Hands up!" Ressler yelled and the man came to a stop. "Hands up!"
The purse dropped to the ground and the man put his hands up.
Ressler approached him and pulled out his cuffs.
"You know," Ressler said with a sigh. "I was just going home for the night after a long day, and…"
He cuffed the guy and may not have been too gentle in doing so.
"Fuck you!" The guy yelled.
"Fuck me?" Ressler chuckled. "Such colorful language. You steal that purse from an old lady?"
He moved the man to the side, holding his cuffed hands and reaching down to pick up the purse. Ressler shoved the guy against a nearby wall, his face pressed up against it as a small crowd of kids and adults started to gather around. He liked for the little girl the man had knocked off her bike and saw her riding away with her friend.
"Everyone stay back, okay?" Ressler called to the crowd as he reached for his phone.
He looked down and saw Liz calling him.
"Hey, he said he answered the phone. "I can't…"
"I'm at your door and…I thought you left before I…" Liz said on the other side of the phone line.
He chuckled softly. "I'll call you back okay? Give me a minute."
He hung up on her and called local PD. After arranging for a unit to come and pick up the man he arrested. Ten minutes later, a patrol car arrived and took the man and the evidence away and Ressler started back toward his place pulling out his phone and calling Liz.
"Hey, sorry about that, I…well…trouble finds me, it seems," he chuckled.
"Trouble?" she asked with a chuckle. "You're in trouble for keeping me waiting outside your apartment for almost twenty minutes…"
"I'm in trouble, am I?" Ressler asked low and growly into the phone.
"Big trouble," she said back, low and sexy.
"I like that kind of trouble," he answered back as he opened the door to his apartment building and started toward the stairs.
The end.