A/N Hello readers, it's been a while. Life got in the way and also I've just been very lazy and had a big bunch of nothing in my head on what to write…But finally after a lot of encouragement (More like being pushed…) JUST KIDDING! After a lot of encouragement from my friend and beta TorontoBatFan, here is chapter 3 finally. Couldn't have done it with him of course, he honestly deserves a hell of a lot of credit for this chapter and just the whole story in general. He edited and rewrote practically Chapter 3, making it better. So praise him instead lol and give him all the credit.

Misadventures In Dating Chapter 3

Dave let out a long sigh, scratching the back of his head as he thought of how they were going to get out of this one. Or better yet, how they were going to solve the problem at hand, without drawing attention to them that could reveal who they really were.

"Seriously?" Mindy asked aloud to no one in particular, pointing her finger in the direction of the trashed up restaurant that was across the street.

"Alright! Everyone don't lose your shit and we won't shoot ya!" One of the punks yelled, waving his gun all around the restaurant to the cowering customers and waitresses who had been circling around.

"HURRY UP!" The other one yelled, his gun shaking violently in his hand as he held the cashier at gunpoint.

Mindy sighed and cracked her knuckles with a look of resignation on her face. She was about to step out of the booth and deal with their third crime of the night when she felt Dave's hand on her wrist. She gave him a questioning look.

"Don't." He said simply.

"Why not?"

"It might look a little bit conspicuous…And besides, it's my turn." Dave said with a smirk as he calmly reached over to the condiment stand on the table. He grabbed the bottle of jalapeno sauce and inspected it. It was glass bottle, good and heavy. And, it was almost completely full. It would serve his purpose exactly.

Mindy was watching him with a detached, professional curiosity as he checked the jalapeno bottle and then a glass of Heinz ketchup bottle.

"What's your plan? Offer them condiments and they'll leave?" She asked with a smirk. She was actually curious to see what Dave was planning. Six years of working together had taught her that Dave was an extremely resourceful person who'd often come up with plans at a moment's notice that had turned failure into success. Now, she was wondering what ever creative partner/boyfriend was up to.

"It's a surprise." Dave said was a confident smile. "Just be ready."

"Ok sweetie. It's your call this time."

"Thank you." Dave said simply as one of the two robbers made his way over to their booth as he saw the young couple weren't complying in their demand to hand over valuables.

"What the fuck? Are you two motherfucking deaf?" The punk bawled as he came over to the booth, waving his gun back and forth as he spoke. The careless manner of his gun handling told the two of them that this so-called tough guy clearly was not well versed in firearm handling and was probably expecting the sight of a gun would cause patrons to cower in fear and instantly give in to his demands. He'd probably never figured that Dave and Mindy had had more guns pointed at them than either could count.

As he stepped up the booth's table he kept his gun-arm extended, putting his pistol at about eye level between Dave and Mindy. That meant that the muzzle was not aimed at either of them at that moment. It was a mistake that an experienced professional would never have made, and it gave Dave the opening he was looking for.

Dave's left hand shot out and grabbed the gun, pulling the robber (who appeared to be a scrawny kid –likely a junkie- forward and off balance. He crashed into the table's edge and his upper body was pulled down. Dave slammed the gun down on the table with his left hand and kept it effectively pinned there.

With his right hand, Dave grabbed the heavy glass bottle of jalapeno sauce, by the bottle's neck. He raised it up and brought it down with a swift, vicious motion and struck the robber on the back of the head with the heavy bottom of the bottle. The force drove the punk's forehead down and smashed into the hard tabletop. Dave then brought the bottle down a second time, against the metal band that went around the table's edge. It was enough to break the bottle open with a crash. Green jalapeno sauce poured out of the break, gushing over the table. In a swift move, Dave threw the contents of the bottle into the punks' eyes.

The junkie screamed in pain as the jalapeno sauce went into his eyes. Mindy nodded with an impressed grin. Using the hot jalapeno juices in the sauce, Dave had improvised his own pepper spray.

The second punk, who looked even skinnier –and likely more strung out- came over to see what had happened. (Common sense, Dave thought to himself, would've had him perhaps leave as things were clearly not working as planned.)

As the punk approached, Dave grabbed the glass bottle of Heinz ketchup and skillfully threw it at the punks head. It hit the junkie square in the face (Damn that was good, Dave thought. He'd have been happy just to have distracted the guy for a few seconds to give him his chances to move. Actually nailing the guy with the bottle was a bonus.). There was a burst of red as blood exploded from the second punk's nose. The would-be robbed screamed in pain as all his focus was now on his broken-nose and watering eyes. His gun's muzzle was aimed at the ceiling as he brought his hands to his face.

That gave Dave all the time he needed. In about two seconds he was out of the booth and across the space to where the thug was. Dave's first blow was a punch into the solar plexus. The second was an open handed strike to the windpipe. The third was an elbow to the temple. As the punk was staggering from that trio of debilitating blows, Dave calmly reached out and yanked the gun from his hand and threw it to the floor. Then, he calmly struck out with the heel of his palm and hit the thief in his already broken nose. The punk fell to his knees, gasping for air and trying to contain the blood coming from his face.

Dave spared a glance back to the booth. Mindy was looking at him with a look of genuine admiration –both personal and professional. The first thug was starting to recover just then. Mindy reached out, grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the tabletop…hard. There was another scream and explosion of blood. It looked to Dave like both the would-be robbers would have matching broken noses when they were arraigned in court.

Dave looked around. The other diners and staff all appeared to be huddling beneath the counter and their tables. His actions had apparently not been noticed, and he thought they should make their exit before that bit of luck changed.

"I think this is our cue to leave." Dave sighed to Mindy as he held out his hand to her.

Mindy sighed and stepped out of the booth, taking his hand as they stepped past the second thug who was now moaning in pain. They walked calmly to the door as Dave held it open for her.

"Cancel our orders, please." Mindy sighed to the hostess, who was still cowering behind the register, as she walked out of the diner.

Dave looked down the street and could –in the distance- make out red lights of what he figured were police cars. He turned and led Mindy the opposite way, turning down a corner at a calm pace. If the arriving officers had looked down the way they went, all they would have seen was a young couple on a date…The only thing perhaps odd looking was both were covered in dust and dirt and the girl was in her bare feet.

Dave and Mindy let out a mutual sigh as they walked along.

"I can't believe this shit! That's what…three major incidents inside an hour?" Ranted Mindy as they went.

"I know. Even when we're out…" Dave looked around to ensure nobody was in ear shot "on patrol, that's a lot in a short time. Maybe we should get some lottery tickets on the way home, if we're beating the odds like we are." He tried to joke.

Mindy just shot him a glare then her expression softened. "Those were some pretty awesome moves you pulled back there." She said lovingly.

Dave put his arm around her waist and pulled her in close to him. "I learned from the best." He said.

Mindy smiled up at him, moving in front to wrap her arms around his neck. She leaned up on her toes and gave him a kiss, feeling his arms slowly encircle themselves around her waist as he returned the kiss.

When they started running out of breath, they both pulled back, smiling lovingly at each other before pulling away and starting to walk again.

"You know…It could have been worse." Dave offered, shrugging his shoulders slightly. Mindy stopped walking and turned to gape at him.

"How could our evening have possibly been worse?" She asked completely bemused by his words.

"Well we could have gone to see Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark, on Broadway." He snickered at the thought slightly, looking at Mindy for her reaction.

Mindy closed her mouth and tilted her head from side to side, making a groaning noise. "I guess you're right. I think I'd shoot myself if we did go to see that." She sighed.

Dave couldn't help but laugh at her words, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. He bit his lip, wondering to himself if from now on all bad things would be over, or if there was more to come.

"So what do you think will happen to us next?" He asked

"With the way the night is going, I wouldn't be surprised if Godzilla decided to come here and start barreling through the streets of Manhattan."

Dave started laughing again (She was so freaking witty) at that, hearing a faint growl somewhere down the alley, causing his humor to stop immediately. With that he grabbed Mindy around her waist and walked them away faster.

"Don't give nature any ideas." He mumbled, with a confused Mindy who was just staring at him.

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A couple minutes later, they had made it to a Starbucks. Neither had eaten anything, so they could at least now try and get themselves a savory Frappucino or at least something caffeinated to keep them going until they got home.

"I think I'll just stick around out here." Mindy mumbled, leaning against a light post. "They might try to enforce the 'No Shoes' part of their rules."

"Alright, so you want a Mocha Light right?" He asked, making sure he had gotten what she wanted right. Mindy nodded her head lightly, covering her mouth as she let out a small yawn.

Dave smiled and ran into the popular coffee shop, getting in line to get their drinks.

Meanwhile, Mindy stood outside waiting. She looked around herself, ready for whatever next was going to come at her. She still had plenty of energy to take out any other mugger, murderer who would try to cause a disturbance. However, something different occurred, that would have never crossed her mind.

A large SUV came barreling down the street –going too fast for the amount of traffic on the street –even at this time of evening. Inevitably, some other driver was not travelling fast enough to get out of the way. A Toyota Prius was just emerging from a parking spot and pulled out into traffic, directly ahead of the speeding SUV. The SUV driver simultaneously honked his horn, hit the brakes and tried to turn the wheel. The last two actions –done at the same time- effectively removed his ability to steer. The large vehicle left the road, rode up onto the sidewalk and slammed right into a fire hydrant that was perhaps six feet from where Mindy was standing.

The hydrant was bent off of its foundation. A jet stream of water gushed out in a low, parabolic arc. It jetted out and poured down…right onto Mindy Macready.

Mindy, whose regular alertness had been reduced by the mental strain of their eventful night was caught totally by surprise. Before she could move, she was caught in the powerful deluge.

Finally, she was able to move away from the onrushing water. By that time she was as wet as she would have been if she'd taken a plunge into the East River. With a gasp at both the shock and the cold hydrant water, she pushed her wet hair back from her face and patiently waited for Dave to return…or for the monster from Cloverfield to appear –and on that evening, she wasn't sure what she'd put money on.

A few minutes later Dave came walking out, actually humming something to himself, with frappucinos in hand. He stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at his girlfriend who seemed to be dripping wet and no longer leaning against the light pole.

"What the hell happened Mindy?" He asked, his eyes wide as he made his way over to her. Mindy spat out some more water and tucked her wet hair behind her ear, letting out a small laugh. By now she really was no longer surprised at all. Pigs could start flying, and it would seem like the most normal thing in the world to her.

"Nothing too unusual…For tonight at least. Let's get the hell home before we get struck by lightning!" Mindy said as she took her drink and sighed. She took Dave's hand in her free one and they resumed their walk home, water dripping down from Mindy's soaked dress as they went.

That's all for this chappie. Next chapter will be the last and concluding chapter of this story. Hope some of you stick around for it! Please review if you can.