After a few days, Jon was back at work. He convinced Getraer to let him ride his bike. This time, instead of Ponch being late at their meeting spot, he was. He was running a little behind. He pulled up behind Ponch.

"Hey Partner. Ready to ride?"

"Am I ready? I should be asking you that. Your running late today. Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Everything's fine. Just running behind is all."

"Are you sure your ready for this? Last time you were on your motor..."

"Ponch, I'm fine. Let's ride and forget that ever happened."

They both took off on the I-10 freeway. They were making their way to the station. Ponch and Jon glanced at each other and Ponch smiled.

"It's good to have you back."

"It's good to be back."


The two arrived at the station and parked their bikes. "You know Jon, today is going to be a quiet day."

"Oh yeah? How do you figure?"

"I can feel it! Can't you?"

"Actually I feel the opposite."

"Okay. How about this...since we both are disagreeing on this, we make a bet. Whoever is right at the end of the day gets to buy the other lunch for a week."

Jon laughed. "You're on."

They shook on it and walked inside. They passed Grossman in the hall.

"Hey Grossie. Me and Jon got a bet going on. Wanna join in?"

"Uh, sure. What's the bet?"

"I say it's going to be a nice and quiet day."

Jon smiled and took off his helmet, with Ponch following his moves and doing the same thing.

"And Jon thinks it's going to be a busy day. What do you think?"

Grossman thought about it for a minute. "Well, I hate to say this but I'm with Jon. He usually knows what he's talking about."

"And I don't?"

"No." Jon said and walked off.

"Jon! I'm not done talking."

Jon turned around to look at Ponch as he kept walking. "You weren't even talking to me."

"Jon, I just wanna say one thing. Watch where you're going."

Jon turned around and ran right into Getraer, making both Ponch and Grossman laugh.

"Sorry Sarge. I got distracted." Jon admitted.

"The both of you missed briefing. Where were you?"

"Uh, Sarge. I Can explain." Jon said.

"Not you Baker...Are you getting rusty on us?"

"No. But this time, it was my fault. Give me the rip."

"There's no time. Listen, you and Ponch, get out on the beat." Getraer handed them both a picture of a vehicle. "We are looking for this car. It's a red 1969 mustang. He's wanted for drag racing on our highways at night. So, I want you and Poncherello to work overtime. That means working nights to catch him. Starting tonight."

"Oh Sarge! Come on! Not tonight! I have a date!" Ponch said.

"Cancel it. We need to catch this guy. He killed one person in a hit and run already. We can't have the body count rise on us."

"Yes sir." They both said at the same time.

"Get out there."

Jon turned back to look at Ponch. "We should've taken today off."

"You mean you should've taken that extra day off." Ponch mumbled as they both walked back out to their bikes. They put on their helmets and turned on the engines to their bikes.

"Overtime? Can you believe that?" Ponch said.

"Yeah. I believe it. I betcha we won't get paid for it."

"Who? Us? Not in a million years." Ponch looked back down at the paper. It had all the vehicle's information on it, including the license plate number.

"Looks like he usually strikes around 2100 to 2400 hours."

"Ponch, there is no 2400 hours. Remember? It's 0000 hours."

"Oh, right. So this means no sleep for us until he's caught."

"We can sleep on break. Come on." Jon put the paper he was given in his shirt pocket and Ponch put his in his back pants pocket.


That night, Jon and Ponch were roaming the streets. It was getting to be about 9pm. Ponch just kept eyeing his watch.

"Ponch, the time will go slower if you keep checking the time."

"I want this to be over already."

"So do I. But that's not the way to do it."

"Let's get something to eat partner. We haven't eaten all day."

Jon smiled. "You just reminded me, I won the bet."

"Did not! It was a slow day so I won!"

"How do you figure?"

"How many people have we stopped today?"

"Jon took out his ticket book and looked through it.

"A lot actually. So therefore, I win. You owe me lunch for a week."

"No way man!"

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to make a bet."

"Okay fine. I'm too tired to argue with you. You win."

Jon nodded and they both stopped off at a burger place. It was unfortunately closed.

"You got to be kidding! They close at 8?" Ponch said.

"Not everywhere is going to be open at night. We'll find another place"

After they got back on the road, they both heard a revved engine and tires screeching.

"Here we go." Jon said and they both followed the sound to find the red mustang going past both of them. They turned on their sirens and made their way in the direction of the mustang.

"LA 15 7 Mary 3 and 4 in pursuit of a red mustang that matches the description of a 10852. License plate number is Echo Bravo Tango 385."

"LA 15 Mary 3 and 4 copy. Will send additional units to your location. All available units please respond."

"LA 7 Adam responding from Crenshaw."

The mustang took a sharp turn, making Ponch and Jon almost crash into each other from the turn. But they quickly fixed themselves.

The car ran past Baricza and he followed behind the two. There was another sharp turn, this time in an alley. The turn was so sharp, it caused Ponch to fly off his bike.