Parts of this have been written for a while, but never seemed to want to be developed or fleshed out. ...Until today that is. Purely silly fun since V's stuck on being ridiculous with Troy right now. Probably to ward off some of the serious vibes from the other pieces too. SR1!

This wasn't the first time she'd been behind the wheel of a Five-O. This was, however, the first time she'd been behind one with Troy, and as he pushed her to go faster she wondered if he was about to drop dead due to a heart attack.

Cops were bad. She knew this for a fact, but with the state their last job had been left in, there had been no avoiding them. Flushing the Carnales out drew attention of all kinds, and it didn't take long for any curious cops in the area to come check it out.

The crew they'd been with had scattered, rushing towards their vehicles after taking the cops out, and V's first instinct had been to do the same. Why not? The sirens were getting closer and they needed to leave now before they were boxed in.

But then she saw them. Two Five-O's sitting there, completely untouched, and ready to go. The keys were left in the ignition, even.

Troy swore a blue streak when she wrenched the door open and started the engine, but got in and told her to punch it.

Now she was zipping down her token list of shortcuts in a car that wasn't half as accommodating as her Halberd. It was quick as hell, something she found out when she had to nail a hairpin turn and almost made Troy's cigarette fly out of his mouth, and she used it to get them as far from trouble as possible.

The road that she'd taken when racing with the Rollerz came to mind. It'd been isolated, and wasn't widely used anymore since Price had bit it and the group had scattered, so she crossed her fingers and drove.

The only trick was hoping that nothing had flooded the way, and with the current dry spell they were going through her small wish was granted. They came to a stop tucked in the small tunnel and V rested her head against the wheel.

"Let's not do that ever again, eh?" She glanced over at him, and Troy's hand shook slightly as he took a long drag off of his cigarette. "Too fucking close for comfort."

"Just a bit." Her laugh was light, and she felt like running a mile. Anytime this happened she couldn't burn the energy off fast enough. He continued to burn through his cigarette and she tossed her hat on the dash as she folded her hands behind her head. "Kind of feel like celebrating now, though."

"The fact that our asses aren't on the way to lockup?"

"That's one thing. Pissing off the Carnales's another, but I didn't think we'd get to pull it off like that."

Troy didn't quite return the grin she gave him, but didn't frown either. "Me neither. Hell of thing to duck out of."

"And I think we did pretty good, aside from the whole cop bit."

"Yeah, think you did." He smiled, and she finally relaxed. "Not bad on the driving either, but Christ, you drive like a bat out of hell. I'm surprised the wheels are still on."

She tilted her head to the side. "Thanks. I think. I did pull some sweet turns."

"But it wasn't a calming experience by any means of the word."

"No professional driving merit for me?" Troy shook his head very slowly. "Damn. Guess you can't have it all."

"Sorry, V."

"I do have this, though." She patted the wheel affectionately and he chuckled. "Never thought I'd ever get a chance to jack one of these and keep it."

"Gave up on the idea?"

"Almost. Kind of gave up on a lot of things associated with it, but now I've got options. Pretty awesome ones."

"Like?"

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" He swallowed at the slow smile she gave him, and it grew wider. "Fuck in a cop car."

The cigarette wavered in his grip and she thought he was going to drop it. "…You're serious."

"Oh, yeah. Let me know if that works for you too, because in about five seconds I'm going to crawl over this console and try to make that dream a reality. Fucking rush, man. Can't shake it."

Troy glanced at the cigarette stub still in his hand, then back at her. Blinking a few times, he took one puff of it and exhaled. He then opened the car's window and tossed it out.

Her eyebrows went up. "That an okay?"

"I'd hate to crush a lifelong dream."

"God, I love you."

His eyes widened, but she was on him a second later, straddling his lap. Her hands went to his hair, tugging him close to cover his mouth with hers, and soon his hands were on her back and running down her sides.

The switch on the side of the seat was just far enough out of her reach for her to miss it, but when he found it the seat jerked back a stubborn inch, nearly making her headbutt him. "Okay, bad idea. Backseat?"

He nodded, and she got the door open as he yanked the keys from the ignition.

The journey to the back was much easier, though her rushing almost led to her smacking against the door frame, and both of her arms tangled in her hoodie when she tried to pull it off.

When she slid along the seats something cold brushed against her hands. Cold and metal. The fact that they were handcuffs registered around the time he slammed the door shut behind them, and she felt her face burn when he pressed her flat against the door behind her.

The cuffs remained out of sight as he eased her legs open, but nearly made her jump when the metal grazed her.

His lips were on her neck, then the skin above the collar of her t-shirt, tugging it low as he kept on going. A giggle escaped her, short and giddy. "Never seen the back of these before."

"No? Good," Troy said, his breath hot against her. "Shouldn't ever."

"It's funny, though. All those times I guess I could've. Seen the backseat and then sassed the officer with something stupid." She closed her eyes and sighed. "Hell, maybe even flirted. I mean, they've got to deal with a lot of shit, but…coming on to them? Bad idea, right?"

He froze and raised his head up, dead serious. "The fuck?"

"…What? Too much?"

Under this light the severity of his expression surprised her, but the harsh set of his mouth eased. "Cops? Really?"

"Hey, I love a man – or woman – in uniform when they're not trying to taze me. I don't think I've ever seen or met one that hasn't tried to eye me yet, but one can dream. Um, wonder. Could be a uniform thing, though. God, you'd look fucking amazing in one."

"V, just…no. I don't know."

"Okaaaay, that subject's getting dropped, stat. …But what about these?" She flashed the cuffs that her ass refused to be comfortable resting on, and batted her eyes. "Could be a winner."

His eyes went from her, to the cuffs, then back to her. V was almost sure that she'd killed the mood dead enough for him to climb out and leave her there, but he didn't budge. Only pressed a hand to his eyes. "Oh, for fuck's sake," Troy said, exasperated. "Don't ever say any of that around the others."

"Haven't yet. It's a lot more fun to keep that to myself, though it's not much of a secret now, eh?" She kissed him, and he pushed her back against the seat, his hands wrapping around her wrists after tossing the cuffs to the side. "Besides, the car's hot enough, right?"

Her legs wrapped around his waist as best as they could be in the small space, and he rocked against her, slowly, then deliberately. One of her hands tried to wiggle out of his light hold, and he pulled it back. V frowned briefly, then pushed herself up to run her tongue over his adam's apple.

His grip tightened, and he let out a shaky breath. "There's something fucking wrong with us."

"Speak for yourself. I love learning kinky things about you."

He let go of one of her hands to unbutton her shorts, and tugged them down enough to let him slide a finger into her. Another soon joined it. "And you're way too wet for this."

"All your damn fault," she moaned, biting his lip.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and she let her free hand grab at the chain around his neck. It pulled him down, and she curled around him. His fingers pressed deep, making her dig her nails into his back, and she felt his other hand loosen on her wrist. The opening was too easy to take, and she slipped it away to tug her shorts further down her hips.

He got the hint as well, and lifted himself up enough for her to remove them. His belt was next. She couldn't even come up with a sentence by the time his pants were unzipped, and she ripped the condom packet open with her teeth as he continued to awkwardly balance himself above her.

Then he was inside her and she grabbed at his shoulders, keeping him close. His fingers dug into her thigh, then trailed under it, skimming the back of her knee as he raised it. The light touch made her shiver, and she raised her leg even higher, planting her boot on the ceiling for leverage.

She didn't count on the angle, however. Or the way Troy's breathing hitched.

Her hands clawed at his shirt, and he cupped the side of her face to kiss her, each too tangled up to notice anything else. One of their phones started ringing and the sound of the guitar riff told her it was hers, but she didn't care. His face was buried in her neck, sucking at the skin beneath her ear.

She didn't care about much else for a while.