Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Ranger's Eyes p 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Street Hawk or Walker, Texas Ranger. Wish I did though.

Meeting and Hearing

The next morning, in the Tarrant County Courthouse, Alex is in her office when there's a knock at the door. "It's open." When she hears the door open, she looks up and sees Team Hawk. "Can I help you, Team Hawk?"

Street Hawk nods and replies, "My associates and I are ready to assist in the murder investigation, Ms Walker."

"Oh yes, of course. Do you require a seat?"

Sand Hawk replies, "Please and thank you."

Alex smiles at the distorted and feminine voice before asking, "Are all your helmets equipped with something that distorts your voices?" At their nods, she goes on. "Okay. I won't pry, even though I am very curious as to who you all are. I must say, that even though your team has an impressive case closure rate, I don't really condone those that operate outside of the Jurisdiction of the Law. Yet, you seem to embrace the spirit of the Law." She nods for them to have a seat and waits until they've done so.

"Let's get some background info on you. I like to know who my husband and his friends are working with. How long have you all been doing this?"

Alex hears another feminine voice reply, "I'd only been with the team for about nine months, while the others have been doing it far longer than I have. War Bird, Street Hawk and Sand Hawk have been doing it the longest, while Ninja's the next longest at doing it."

"I see. And you are?"

"Hard Hawk."

Looking around her desk, she sees they're all sitting intently, looking straight forward. "I see. Would you care to explain how you came about your unique aliases?"

"We each take our duty name from our vehicle or our skill. I'm War Bird, as is the helo, for example. Ninja's a ninja as his skill. He'd just gotten his motorcycle a couple of months ago. Hard Hawk's a bit of a hard case, especially toward those we go up against. She got her truck around the same time as Ninja did."

"I see. What about Street and Sand Hawk?"

"Street Hawk got his from the cycle and Sand Hawk got hers from the dune buggy. It's for if we have missions in the desert. But, seeing as we don't go into the desert very much, it's still really quite ideal for street work." Next thing War Bird knows, there's a knock at the door and Walker comes in. "How's it going, Ranger Walker?"

"It's going okay, War Bird. Alex, the hearing for Mr Rockwaller is in three hours. Got all your stuff together?"

"I do, Cordell. Thanks." At Walker's grin and nod, he exits the doorway, allowing Alex to hear War Bird breathing deeply, as if she's trying to control her temper. "You all right, War Bird?"

"I am, ma'am. It's just that I'm one of the ones that brought him down in Oregon, only to bring him down here some time later. What exactly did he do here?"

"Where do I start? Multiple counts of Public Intoxication, Driving under the Influence, Disturbing the Peace, Assault on Peace Officers, Phoning Threats to Minorities. And that's just for openers. However, most of these charges had expired before his arrest. Right now, only things we have on him is assault, bigamy, illegal Military firearm sales and giving false information to the State of Texas."

"He had more than one wife?" War Bird's voice is now dripping with venom as she asks, "Who was the poor woman that was subjected to whatever abuse that loser threw her way?"

"A former actress."

Curious, Sand Hawk asks, "What's her name?"

"Margaret Parker."

Nonchalantly and curious, War Bird asks, "Where does she live?"

"Right here in Dallas. I'm sure Ms Parker had heard about it and wishes to be here. But, she does not have a driver's license."

Hard Hawk nods and says, "No problemo. I'll just drive down in the truck, pick her up and drive her up here."

Street Hawk nods back and replies, "Okay. Go for it. We'll meet you in the break room."

As Hard Hawk leaves Alex's Office, Alex can't help but hear sinister snickering coming from War Bird. "Sounds like you're looking forward to this, War Bird."

'You'll never know, Mrs Walker. You'll never know.' The thought goes through everyone's mind as they exit the Office and head for the cell area to see how Sam's doing.

Inside his cell, Sam is incredulous as he examines his jail garb for the thirtieth time that morning. 'Pink and blue stripes? Is this the State's intent? Have me humiliate myself so much, I'll just hang myself?' Next thing he knows, he hears jeering as it comes towards him.

"Looks like we have a gender-bender here! What's up, Tutti-Frutti?" He sees a group of three Caucasian males, all wearing shackles as they walk with the Guards. "You make that look good!" Surprisingly enough, their stripes are black and white.

"Why couldn't I have gotten one of those last night? I look like a frickin' fruitcake with this on!"

One of the Guards shrugs and replies, "We ran out last night. These three got the last ones we had. At one time, that used to be a clown suit you're wearing."

"A clown suit?" As the group resumes walking, Sam goes up to the bars and says, "You can't do this to me! This is cruel and unusual punishment, if not beyond! My wife was an actress once. If she wanted to, she can sue you for all you've got!"

"Somehow, I don't think she'd want to waste the Court's time with that, Mr. Larson. Or perhaps I should say Rockwaller." Sam turns around and sees Team Hawk heading his way. Street Hawk then adds, "You've been very bad these past few years. Bigamy, assaulting Law Enforcement Officers, giving a fake name to the State. Along with abandoning your 'wives'. Or, should I say one ex-wife and another soon-to-be-ex?"

"You have a lot of nerve coming down here to taunt me!" Sam can't help but catch the laughter that escapes from the others. "What's so funny?"

War Bird replies, "Hard Hawk went to pick up Ms Parker. They should be en route within the hour." With that, they leave the cell area and head for the break room.

On the streets of Dallas, one hour later, Hard Hawk spots the address. "Smarty, I found Ms Parker's residence."

"Copy, Hard Hawk. I'm tasking the NSA's spy satellite that's right over the area."

Within Sky Base, Wade works the on-board computer and soon gets the picture. "I've got it, Hard Hawk." Seconds later, he gets the thermal imaging. "She's home."

"Roger that. Thanks, Smarty. "

"Copy that, Hard Hawk."

In Hard Hawk's driver's seat, Jessica kills the engine and steps out, her visor down. When she gets to the door, she knocks on it. When the door opens, she sees a woman with greying brown hair. "Margaret Parker?"

"I am. Who are you?"

"I'm Hard Hawk, with Team Hawk. I've come to drive you to the Courthouse. It came to our understanding that you were married to Sam Rockwaller."

"I was, only he called himself Larson back then. I divorced him in absentia and retook my maiden name. But, since he was so hard to find, I'm still legally married to him."

"Care to change that?" At Margaret's eager nod, Hard nods right back and says, "Let's go." As the two women leave the house, Margaret gets a good look at the truck and cringes.

"What is that?"

"That, Ms Parker, is an RV from Hell."

"When I get home, I need to look up Satan's number so I can tell him you have his truck." Much to her surprise, Hard Hawk is laughing richly as she opens the passenger side door for Margaret.

"That's what Street Hawk said when he first saw it. But seriously, though. This was an impounded vehicle at one time until it was modified for our purposes." Hard Hawk then closes the door and rushes to the other side. Once she's seated, she says, "Strap in tight, please. There's going to be a kick in the butt."

Margaret straps in, just as she feels the speed as the truck bolts forward. Within three minutes, the truck is quickly approaching the Courthouse. 'Wow, that was fast.' Next thing she knows, the truck begins slowing to a safe driving speed.

"I hope you didn't eat anything, ma'am. It's so not a good idea to do so. Especially if driving at combat speed." Hard Hawk can't seem to control her mirthful chuckling as she pulls in front of the Courthouse. "Then again, you probably didn't expect to drive so fast. Did you?"

'No, I sure didn't.' The thought goes through her mind as the door opens. She then undoes her restraints and walk out of the truck. With Hard Hawk right behind her.

As they head for the Courthouse, they see two Texas Rangers opening the doors for them. One a Caucasian male with brown hair and the other an African-American male with black hair and a cheery smile. The one with brown hair looks the group over and nods.

"Ms Parker?"

Margaret nods and replies, "That's me."

The Caucasian Ranger nods and says, "Nice to meet you. I'm Ranger Walker, this is Ranger Trivette."

As Walker and Trivette shake their hands, she asks, "How was he caught? Sam Rockwaller, I mean."

Walker grins as he replies, "It was Team Hawk that caught him in Oregon. They were assigned to do the extradite." Looking over at the truck, he adds, "The pilot of the helicopter in particular seems to have a personal interest in this case, along with what had happened in Oregon. That's a nice truck." Hard Hawk nods and chuckles.

Curious, Margaret asks, "Is that a hunch? Because I'm thinking the same thing myself."

"It's the spirits." At her puzzled look, he adds, "Something my Uncle Ray taught me before he crossed the river."

"Oh. You're part Native-American. Cherokee, right?"

Impressed with Margaret's knowledge, Walker nods and replies, "That's right. My Father was a full-blooded Cherokee and my Mother was a regular Caucasian. But, enough of that for now. The hearing's about to start in another hour. What's your interest in all this, other than his abandoning you?"

"I've come for him to sign these papers." Bringing out an envelope, Margaret smirks and says, "He's not going to get away with what he did to myself, Ms Rockwaller or anyone else unfortunate enough to have married him."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll get the message. Loud and clear." With that, Walker and Trivette lead the group inside, trailed closely by Hard Hawk. As they go through the metal detector, she is stopped because of her holster and firearm. "It's okay. She's with Team Hawk."

"You got it, Sergeant." With that, Hard Hawk is allowed to go through.

She then heads into the restroom, ducks into a stall and removes her helmet. Looking at her reflection in the visor, Jessica smirks and says, "This day is going to be very, very interesting, Daddy. Wish you could be here for this." Putting her helmet back on, she exits the restroom and meets up with the others in the break room.

Upon coming across a locked door, she knocks and says, "It's Hard." When the door opens, she walks in and hears the lock click. Looking around the room, she sees her colleagues aren't wearing their helmets.

"Pull up a seat. We've got the break room to ourselves." Ron's smile is infectious as he adds, "We locked the door and covered the window over there. Luckily, the door you came in has no window."

"Thank goodness for miracles. Well, here goes." From there, the team discusses the matter they were also here to handle, along with logistics for how to proceed.

An hour later, as Team Hawk rejoins them, Walker asks, "You guys ever take your helmets off?"

War Bird replies, "Only when we're off-duty, Ranger Walker. Right now, we're on duty. We were off-duty in the break room. We put our helmets back on before we left the break room."

"Why not keep your helmets off while inside? Those helmets can't be comfortable in this heat."

Street Hawk replies, "If anyone was to see who we are, it could very well blow our covers. If our covers were blown, our families could be jeopardized. As long as our families stay safe, it's worth having our brains cooked."

"Okay. But, if you do decide to take your helmets off, stay in the background. It's the only way you can keep your covers intact." Team Hawk nods in agreement with Walker's idea and follows them into the Courtroom. When they get inside, they have a seat and wait. Next thing they know, Sam is escorted into the Courtroom, heavily-shackled.

War Bird checks her time display and says, "We sure made good time. They're about to call the Court to order."

Hard Hawk replies, "We sure did, War Bird. Who's first on the agenda?"

Street Hawk says, "#34598012. His case is being handled by Mrs Walker."

'Oh goody. My "Father" is about to get his ass handed to him. By the Court System. This should be good for Mom, my sisters and I getting closure at least.'

"All rise." Once everyone has risen, the Bailiff announces, "This Court is now in Session. The Honorable Judge Jason Van-Wert is presiding." Behind the Bailiff enters a heavy-set African-American with thinning grey hair.

"Have your seats, please. First on the docket, we have a trial for Sam Larson, AKA Samuel Rockwaller. Mr Rockwaller, how do you plead?"

"Not guilty, your Honor." Sam's voice is dripping with contempt as he sneers and goes on. "I'm a Freeman. I'm not subject to your 'Laws', boy."

"All American citizens are subject to the Nation's Laws, Mr Rockwaller." Van-Wert removes his glasses and adds, "One more disrespectful remark like that and I'll forget the trial and move right to the penalty phase. Is that understood?"

"Whatever. It's not like your ruling will affect me anyway, boy."

Smirking ruthlessly at the man, Van-Wert then says, "Moving on to the penalty phase. For the charge and specification of Assaulting Law Enforcement Officers, three counts, thirty years in Prison. The charge and specification of giving a fake name to the State, three counts, three years in Prison. The charge and specification of illegal firearm sales, ten counts, life in Prison. The charge and specification of bigamy, one count, three years in Prison and divorce. I understand that Ms Margaret Parker is here."

"I am, your Honor. I also have something to tell him."

"Very well. Approach the bench if you please." Once Margaret's in front of the bench, she gets a look at Sam and sees an indignant look on his face. Van-Wert sees the look and presses on. "Mr Rockwaller, you made a grave mistake when you came down here, gave a fake name to the state, married a woman when you were already married and made trouble. You made an even bigger mistake when you left her behind. As such, the marriage is annulled. You are to sign the papers, verifying the annulment."

Margaret raises her hand and asks, "Your Honor, may I add something as well?"

"You may, Ms Parker."

"Thank you." She then walks over to Sam, scowls down at him and slaps him. Very, very hard. "You were a lousy husband, Sam. I hope you rot in hell." Slamming the papers down in front of him, she adds, "Sign them, you worthless bastard."

Upon hearing cheers, razzes and jeers from the Courtroom's gallery, Van-Wert chuckles lightly as he pounds the gavel in front of him. "Order, order." Even Team Hawk was cheering, War Bird cheering the most.

When he sees Sam had signed the papers, he nods in approval and says, "The marriage is finally annulled. Ms Parker, what had happened to you was a travesty to be certain. I sincerely hope that one bad apple would not ruin your desire for romance."

"I'm afraid it has, your Honor."

"I see." From there, Margaret nods and walks out of the Courtroom.

"You can't do this to me, boy! I have my rights!"

"Mr Rockwaller, you are now in contempt of this Court. Bailiff, remove the Prisoner from my sight. His sentence starts now."

As Sam is removed from the Courtroom, he begins struggling against the Bailiff, prompting Team Hawk's response. Once they all have a secure hold of him, they shove him through the doorway. Very roughly. Van-Wert puts his glasses back on and goes to the next session.

Meanwhile, Sam is being shoved through the Courthouse's hallways, heavily-shackled, when they arrive at the cells holding people awaiting transport for Huntsville Prison. Once he gets inside, he sees the three men from earlier in the day. All shackled like he is.

"What are you guys in for anyway?"

"Hijacking Military shipments. We each got forty years, hard time. We were just sentenced yesterday. You?"

"Assaulting loser cops, Perjury, illegal Military firearm sales and bigamy. In short, I'll be a corpse before I get out."

"Ooh, you're lucky you didn't get the chair then." As the one man looks out the cell's bars, he sees the black-clad figures and adds, "Even luckier they didn't kill you. That's Team Hawk out there. They tend to use lethal tactics for certain situations."

"I know. They busted me in Oregon and then brought my ass down here." His mind then begins racing as he thinks, 'It'd certainly be a trip to see Bonnie down here. Just like up there. But, that was probably just coincidence. Yeah. That's right. Just a coincidence.'