Disclaimer: I want Munch! TT No innocent fans were harmed in the making of this installment of Quickies.
Detective John Munch walked out of a coffee shop and headed in the general direction of the station house. He was in a fairly good mood that morning. It was a bright sunny day and he felt like arguing his favorite alien conspiracy to Elliot.
He had just crossed his third intersection when he suddenly became very aware of someone's eyes following him. They were practically boring holes in the back of his skull. He quickened his pace and started turning odd corners to lose the stalker but they matched his every move, keeping exactly three feet behind him.
Munch slowed up as he turned onto the block where the station house was. His stalker closed the gap quickly and Munch put his hand on the butt of his gun. They stood mere inches behind him and he could tell his stalker was female, unless it was fashionable for men to wear fruity-smelling body spray.
A slim, long-fingered hand touched his shoulder and he whirled around with gun drawn. No one was there and he blinked. Suddenly, the authoress popped up in front of him and he pulled the trigger.
Click--
Damn! I forgot to reload the clip. Munch thought.
She completely ignored the gun in her face. "Can I have your autograph, Det. Munch, sempai, sir!"
Munch's jaw hit the sidewalk.