This isn't a long enough idea to be a stand-alone work, so I am posting 'Drive Me Crazy' as a mini-series in this collection. Enjoy!

Drive Me Crazy
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Need a Lyft?

Detective Neji Huyga was known for keeping his cool.

Right now, he was decidedly not keeping his cool.

He'd been trailing a burglar for weeks, and had set up the sting that should've caught the perpetrator for once and for all.

Only it hadn't.

The entire thing had been botched. He raced out of the surveillance van, determined to run the thief down.

"We've got a tag and a car," the voice crackled in his earpiece. "Get to a vehicle! Now!"

"I'm parked just over…." He swore viciously. "Tires are slashed." He looked around wild-eyed, as a car matching the description wound its way through the cross street.

Neji raced around the corner, nearly plowing into a couple paying their fare.

"You," he yanked open the passenger door. "Taxi?"

"Lyft," she corrected him. "And are you high?"

"No, I'm an officer of the law," he flashed his badge. "I'm commandeering this vehicle."

"Yeah, not going to happen," she tucked her fare away and started her car. "My insurance won't cover that."

"I don't have time for this," Neji slammed his hand on the roof.

"Well then get in, Pretty Boy," she smiled sweetly.

He swung himself into the car, glaring at the previous passengers, watching with mouths agape.

"What?" he snapped at them, and they hurried away. "We're trailing a-"

"Four-door, silver vehicle, license plate 3459284?"

Neji blinked.

"Why do you know that?"

"They almost sideswiped me a second ago," she snorted, tossing him a notepad. "So I took down the information. You have the guy tagged?"

"Yes," he held up his phone, showing a map with a rapidly moving dot.

She murmured some street names to herself before giving a sharp nod.

"So," she checked her rearview before pulling out. "I'm not going to get a ticket if I can catch that guy?"

"No," he instinctively reached for his safety belt.

Her grin was wicked.

"That's all I needed to know," she tugged on her fingerless gloves, and Neji suddenly wished he'd gotten in the back seat.

"Buckle-up, buttercup," she gave him a final, glinting grin. "I always get my fares where they need to go." Before he found himself pressed into the back of his seat, and hoping to whatever god was listening that this thing had airbags.

Quick, short, and just for fun!