measures...

"You don't need to bust us?" I gave my best Alec Guinness impression. Please let her have a sense of humor, please let her have a sense of humor.

She looked at me quizzically and then over at Nikki, who was in the process of pulling on her top.

"Yeah, you're right, I don't NEED to bust you, but..." She nodded thoughtfully.

"These aren't the droids you're looking for." I took a random shot in the dark. Hell with it, if I'm GOING to do the joke, might as well commit. Try to keep a straight face, try to keep a straight face... fuck this is a hell of a lot harder than it look on tv.

I saw the laugh starting to build in her chest. It wasn't big, just a slight movement of her bullet proof vest, but it was there. I held my gaze on her, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

"Fuck... now I'm gonna have to search all over again, since I KNOW you're hiding **** Star Plans..." She deadpanned right back at me, her brown eyes sparkling a bit. Was that... her lip just twitched.

Somehow this had become some kind of strange impasse. My eyes ran over her black uniform again, taking in the golden font on her nametag and badge. The nametag looked newer than the rest of the uniform, I noted as I looked at it. It struck me as rather odd, and it helped defuse a bit of the urge to laugh that had run through me. Concentrate on anything else... don't laugh.

"But she just got dressed." I gestured over my shoulder with my head, which was a bit more awkward than I'd like with my hands pressed into the small of my back.

That did it. Lopez started laughing. It started small, before turning into a full fledged horse laugh. Teeth and everything, it was great. It went on for a few seconds before she lowered herself to a slightly squatting position, looking into the van.

"OH... ok... ok, but this... I want details." She brought herself to a standing position. "Hey, stand up, let me get those off you... Dispatch, Officer Lopez, Ten Ninety Eight."

Her hands stroked a bit against my lower back as I felt the clack of metal on metal behind me. It could easily have been passed off as accidental contact if she'd been trying for it, but I had a feeling that it was no accident. At any rate it felt good to get the metal off of me, and I was a little miffed to find that a portion of skin had been scraped off the inside of my left wrist and was bleeding a little. Not much, and it stopped after a few seconds of oozing fortunately.

"Ok, so... how long you two been sneaking around?" She asked, watching me pull my pants on once again.

"What time is it?" Nikki asked her.

"It's noonish." The woman replied, now leaning on the van. She was still watching me as I continued to put on my clothes.

"So what, we met bout an hour or so? " Nikki shrugged. "Hubby still hasn't called or texted by de way."

"You just met... oh this is GOOD... we're talking legendary locker room story so far, keep going." Lopez grinned widely. "So how bout you? Where's your wife?"

"Back at our cabin. We're down here from Marin county and..."

"Ok, yeah, you didn't strike me as a local. You haven't lawyered up or tried to call the mayor's office" Her eyes darted over my body again. "So... your wife?"

"Yeah, she's with uh... our girlfriends at the cabin and I was heading up here to get my sister. But Nikki helped me out getting her an uber..."

"And this was a thank you? Wow..." She looked directly at my crotch again. "How does somebody get on your Christmas list?"

Nikki laughed a lot louder at the joke than I did. Guess it hit something funny with her. She pressed her breasts together, adjusting the ring at her chest with her own medallion, letting it hang comfortably again. She slid her hand into the bra, pulling on the skin slightly, and settling herself into the garment.

"I guess it kinda just... you know... happened."

"You know I didn't believe it when my ex gave me that exact line. But then, that buey had been fucking her for two years." She spoke wistfully.

"I...uh... shit. " Crap... of all the cops, I had to get the one who was cheated on.