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Bad Boys… What'cha Gonna Do? (Interlude #1)

"Ma'am… Ma'am!"

"Just calm down and tell me what happened."

Davis snickered. Vergil cut his eyes at him and continued on. The woman, blonde haired and ragged, was sitting on the couch meticulously bouncing her foot up and down while smoking a cigarette.

"That bastard wrecked my fuckin' house!" She yelled. She was pointing at the man propped up against the wall. The one Knox was currently stitching up.

"That crazy bitch is lying!" The man muttered painfully. His eye was swelling up by the minute and his face was littered with bleeding cuts.

Vergil released a much put upon sigh.

"Look, would you two just shut the hell up! Geez!" Davis yelled. "We didn't come here for this. Now which one of ya started this so we can haul ya off and we can all get on with the rest of our lives!"

"It was him!"

"It was her!"

"Oh, for fucks sake." The dark haired FG growled and plopped down in an empty recliner. "Can't we just take 'em both in, Verg?"

"There's not enough room in the cruiser."

Knox snorted.

"Knox could hitch a ride. Right, buddy?"

The red head chose not to respond.

"Well how 'bout we just shoot both of them then." Davis said. "Precursors know these bastards shouldn't be left to reproduce."

"Hey…"

Davis jumped out of his seat and advanced on the bleeding man. "Hey, what!" he said reaching for his gun.

"Davis, sit down!" Vergil yelled.

Knox chuckled under his breath. "There, good as new." He said patting the man on the shoulder.

"Ma'am could you a least tell me how this whole thing started?" Vergil asked politely.

"Well, um…" The lady put out her cigarette and glared at the injured man. "I came home 'bout an hour an' a half ago from work. I work down at the Haven City Bakery… Well anyways, I come home and I find that fucker in bed with my best friend's sister's babysitter. The little bitch's name is Mary…"

"I wasn't in bed with no Mary! Ya lying whore!" The man said jumping to his feet.

"Ey, Sir!" Knox said, his eyes wide with shock. He tried his best to hold the man back without hurting him. "Calm down."

"Okay, Lady, can we get to the damned point." Davis growled. "Who threw the first punch?"

"She threw all the punches!" the guy yelled. "I didn't lay a hand on her!"

The lady didn't seem to disagree with this claim.

"Okay, fine then, you're going to jail then." Davis said calmly and stood up grabbing the woman by the wrist.

"Hey, wait a minute! I was just protecting my property! That bastard's tresspassin'!" She yelled trying to snatch her arm away.

"Ma'am, are you resisting arrest? Cause if ya are…" Davis stared the woman down and pulled out his pepper spray.

"Davis, calm down." Vergil growled. "Knox?"

He motioned to his new partner to check the woman's claim out with headquarters, the boy complied and immediately whipped out his communicator. In all honesty, this whole thing was ridiculous. But it was his job. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Vergil was trying his best to stay calm. It wasn't that he didn't deal with situations like these daily. He'd been trained to, but having Davis as a partner didn't make things any easier.

"Miss?" Knox tried. "What's your name?"

"Her name's Margaret Turner! And she's a lying bitch!" The man screamed.

"You sorry bastard!"

And with that Margaret Turner leapt out of Davis' grip, on to the man and then proceeded to beat the bloody hell out of him.

"Okay that's it!" Davis growled.

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"I thought we talked about this, Davis?" Vergil said calmly. It was his annoyed voice but it was calm nonetheless.

The dark haired man just stared ahead, completely ignoring his partner.

"It's not good for you to act this way in front of him. He'll get the wrong idea." Vergil continued.

"You think they got out of there okay?" Knox asked worriedly, glancing back every now and then behind them.

"Yeah, sure buddy. I saw them running for the back door right before we got out of there." Davis said as he leaned back in his seat.

As the cruiser flew further and further away, the blaze off in the distance got smaller and smaller.

"You think we should call the fire department?" The red head asked.

"Naw… I'm sure they seen it already." Davis reassured him.

A sigh, "Davis you do realize you're going to hell?"

All Vergil got was a smirk in reply.

Author's Note:

/laughs/ Yeah, I know, but I promise to update with a real chapter soon. I just thought this moment needed to be spotlighted. Poor Knox, I guess he has a better idea of what he's gotten into now.