Chapter eighteen: Speeding Ticket

Prompt: #57 Slow Down

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: T

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A car was pulled up on the curb, the right side resting on the pavement. Inside, the driver was muttering angrily with her fingers tapping against her steering wheel. She was going to be late, damn it, and she was going to miss her best friend's baby delivery. Oh, this better be good.

The blue-haired woman glanced in the rearview mirror and sighed, putting her head against the wheel. 'Great, it's a girl... how am I supposed to get out of this now?' she thought, cursing the Universe. Usually she got out of speeding tickets by kicking her charm up and making the officers swoon, but that was only if they were male, not female.

It's been ten minutes since she was tailed by the police car and told to park on the side, and Dawn Berlitz was not getting any younger.

"I should get Barry to fine her for wasting my time or something.." she muttered.

Finally, finally, the woman approached her. She had a police uniform on, obviously, and a blue cap atop her hair, which was fashioned into a tight bun. A few blonde strands fell into her eyes, steel orbs, Dawn noticed. Dawn looked her up and down, raising an eyebrow at the trousers and vest that barely hid the woman's curvy figure. Dawn had to cross her legs to keep from going too crazy.

"What's the problem, officer?" Dawn generically asked, leaning back.

The woman leaned in her window and Dawn read her nametag: Cynthia, though no last name was given.

"The problem, young lady, is that you were speeding. Did you know you were going seventy kilometres per hour in a fifty kilometre per hour zone?"

Dawn had the decency to look shocked. "Um, no. I was too busy rushing to the hospital. My friend's about to give birth and.." she stopped when Officer Cynthia raised a hand.

"I don't care for your excuses. Are you drunk?"

At this, Dawn grew angry. "Hell no! Who do you think I am? I'd never drink and drive!"

Officer Cynthia raised an eyebrow and opened the door. "Get out. Now," she ordered.

Dawn huffed but remained seated, crossing her arms. Who did she think she was? She didn't care if that woman was an officer, no one treated her this way!

Cynthia, impatient due to the long day she had, leaned over and unclipped Dawn's seatbelt, pulling the lady out of the car.

"Hey! What gives? You have no right!" Dawn shouted, wrenching her wrist away.

"Open your mouth."

"Wha—"

Something was shoved at the entrance of her mouth, and she breathed into it, glaring at the blonde. There was a beeping sound and the officer pulled the contraption back, pressing a few buttons. Dawn rolled her eyes and leaned against her car, checking her nails.

"No trace of alcohol.."

"'Cause I didn't drink anything!" Dawn shouted, frustrated.

Officer Cynthia finally glared at her, silencing her. "I don't appreciate the attitude. One more snap like that and I'm writing you up for misbehaviour."

Dawn tsked and crossed her arms. She was wearing a short skirt and a sleeveless shirt, thanks to the weather, and her hair was up in a ponytail. She looked off to the side and failed to notice the officer checking her out.

Cynthia smiled slightly, and placed the contraption back in her pocket. She pulled out her notepad and walked to the licence plate of the woman's car. Jotting down the number, she walked in front of Dawn.

"Full name?"

"Dawn Johanna Berlitz."

"Address and phone number?"

Dawn raised an eyebrow but answered.

"Driver's licence?"

Dawn sighed but bent over her car's front seat and retrieved her purse. Cynthia, on the other hand, discreetly appreciated the view, her eyes drinking in the sight. Dawn fished for the card and handed it to Cynthia, who wrote down more pieces of information. After she was finished, she passed the card back to Dawn.

"Slow down a bit, will you? I'm sure your friend will understand you wanting to get there in one piece," Cynthia suggested kindly, smiling slightly.

Dawn smiled as she received her licence back but frowned when the officer ripped a sheet from her notepad and handed her the page. Cynthia walked back to her police car and drove off. Dawn's frown deepened when she felt another piece of paper. Tucking the ticket into her purse, she read the contents of the note and rolled her eyes, grinning.

Call me,

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Cynthia