Joe started to drive down the road, hoping his officers wouldn't be too far away. He didn't know when the accident was or what condition either of them were in. i hope they're okay... and haven't gotten far. He dreaded the possibility of having to call Jon. It wasn't long before he spotted a car on the road. He kept a slight distance as the car seemed familiar. The more the thought about it he finally realized the car fit the description of the get away vehicle from the bank robbery that morning.
Joe called it in, not waiting for back up and started to speed up.
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Inside the car, the man was driving trying to ignore the two officers in the back seat. I never should have helped them. What was I thinking? He said, his nerves already shot from his early morning activity. 25 year old David Harrison was not one to get into trouble. His whole life he'd had a squeaky clean record. It wasn't until he recently when he lost his job that he had actually seriously considered getting into some trouble.
Jokingly he had made a comment to his roommate about how he should rob the bank so he could make rent. His roommate laughed, shaking his head then said 'You could never pull it off.' As if those words were a challenge to him, David began preparing himself for what would be the biggest mistake in his life. Coupled with the mistake of bringing these two officers along instead of taking them to the hospital like he had said he would.
Not only had he robbed the bank taking just enough for two months rent, and nothing more. He also went in his roommates car. The car had marijuana stuffed under the front seat, hoping it would calm him down, David had tried to smoke. Learning quickly he hated it... but now he couldn't get the scent out of the car.
I'm such an idiot! He chastised himself.I have to go far away...and create a whole new identity. I can never come back to California. I can't risk it. I can't. He shook his head, lost in his thoughts..He couldn't hear Bear complaining about being covered in vomit... he'd tuned them out. And he didn't notice the CHP motorcycle coming up right on his tail. Evan will kill me if I don't bring his car back...but I guess he can't kill me if I never come home. He thought, the thought not a pleasant one. But he would learn to live with it. He had to. This was his life now. The only thing he needed to figure out was what to do about the two CHP officers in his back seat. If he hadn't robbed the bank, and were his normal self he would have taken them to the emergency room.
Now he was trying to think like a criminal. What would a bad guy do? Hold them hostage in case I need a shield...or a get away. He thought, without hesitation. The fact the thought had come so quickly made him feel sick to his stomach. Maybe it's the weed making me do this? He thought, but he knew it was unlikely with how little he smoked. Even the scent being in the car wasn't that bad, he'd kept the window cracked to get it out. It wasn't easy.
In the backseat, Bear scooted as closely to the door as he could, not allowing Ponch the opportunity to lean on him any longer. "This is nasty! I can't believe you threw up on me!'
Ponch felt tears in his eyes that he couldn't control. "I...I'm sorry, Barry."
Bear shook his head, and looked out the window. He glanced over at Ponch momentarily, before looking away again. "This whole thing is your fault, you know?'
"My fault!? I'm not the one who fell asleep at the wheel!' Ponch shot back.
Bear gasped slightly. Why had he even started the argument in the first place? It was as if he couldn't think or control his actions. "You were supposed to keep me awake!'
"You let me fall asleep."
Bear sat silently trying to come up with something else to say. He was surprised David had kept quiet, but maybe he was still tuning them out as he seemed to have been doing most the ride. "Sit up" Bear said, trying to help Ponch sit up.
Ponch didn't help at all, he tried to stay down. "Bear, it's not a good idea."
Bear sighed, and glanced out the window a moment, while muttering something about how he wasn't sure how Jon could handle being with Ponch all day at work. "No wonder he needed a vacation," he added.
Ponch did his best to tune him out. For once, trying to pay attention to how he was feeling physically. And he knew trying to argue more with Bear was exhausting. He felt thankful Bear never had a regular partner. But perhaps Bear was only acting this way for two reasons. 1. He hadn't slept well, and had to get up early. And 2. Obviously the accident didn't leave either of them in the best shape. Ponch tried to not hold this against him, and began to close his eyes again.
Bear looked out, noticing Getraer. He looked towards the driver. "Hey, there's an officer," he started to say.
David glanced out the window, seeing Getraer..he cursed under his breath, then hit the gas. The sudden change in speed with no warning caused both Ponch and Bear to fall forward. This time they both threw up with the movement.
"Are you crazy?!" Ponch spat, "He's trying to get you to pull over." He hardly had the strength to sit up and find out what happened. But curiosity beat out caution, and he sat up. The intensity of his headache grew, along with another wave of nausea. Bear would surely murder him if he threw up again. Now it wasn't so much if he threw up on Bear, Bear was disgusted at the amount of puke in the backseat all over the floor, the seat and even each other. It was nasty, Ponch wouldn't deny that. He felt gross... but he didn't feel the need to make Bear feel any worse than he already did about it. He just hoped they'd find clean clothes and a clean place to stay soon.
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Getraer sighed when the car sped up, he'd half expected that. He flipped on his lights and sirens, continuing after him. It was only a few moments later when another motorcycle officer and cruiser showed up to help.
The continued after the car, silently praying no one would get hurt, and the man inside would come to his senses. Their prayers had been answered soon enough, when the car started to slow down. Odd...but thank you, God... Getraer thought, as he pulled off to the side of the road, a safe distance behind the car.
He'd hardly gotten off his bike when the door swung open.
"Freeze! Put your hands were I can see them!" Officer Jeb Turner commanded, his body hidden safely behind his stopped cruiser, hand on his gun. He had no need to pull it out since the man wasn't holding a weapon.
The man held his hands up and started to cry. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!' he cried, dropping knees. Jeb glanced at Getraer, then to Grossman, the other officer on scene.
Grossie and Getraer approached David, while Jeb stayed behind for back-up.
David cooperated getting handcuffed then stood, sniffling. "You have to help the two officers in the backseat," he said.
"What?" Getraer asked, glancing towards David's car.
"I found them on the side of the road honest! I didn't kidnap them!"
Before Getraer had a chance to respond the door opened, and Bear slowly climbed out, trying to fresh air.
Getraer breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm assuming Poncherello is in there too?' he asked, his question soon answered when Ponch also got out. It wasn't long before both officer's collapsed on the ground. Both too physically exhausted to continue fighting their pain. At least Joe, Grossie, and Jeb were there to help.