Page 93 of Fanatic

“Shoot me with that, and you’ll need it surgically removing from your ass!” I warned.

“Hands up, lady,” the guard ordered.

“I’m reaching for my badge,” I stated, and as I moved, the fucker fired his taser. I dived to the side and then tackled him, and whacked his head on the ground. Another guard began to intervene, but Harper stopped him as Nitro and Fanatic caught us up.

“Willow?” Fanatic asked, puzzled.

“Fucker tried to shoot me with a taser after I explained I was reaching for my badge.” I shoved the aforementioned item under the guy’s face and smacked his head into it. “F.B.I. Fucker!” I declared, banging his head with each utterance.

Fanatic picked me up, and I glowered. “Give me my badge back!”

“You’re not dressed like a Fed!” the stupid guard complained, rolling over and glaring at me.

Maybe he had a point. I wore Daisy Dukes, a tank, with a zip-up hoodie over the top.

“Idiot, I said I was reaching for my badge. You didn’t let me get it out! You fuckin’ fired!”

“Ever think your woman has violence issues?” Harper murmured as he bent and handed me my identification back.

“Yeah,” Fanatic replied, but he didn’t seem too bothered by that. In fact, I thought he looked pretty proud of me. “Who is he?”

“No idea, all he’s doing is cussing.”

A guy whose appearance screamed cop pushed through the crowd of those watching. Two uniforms ran behind him. He saw my gun and instantly yanked his own.

“Chill. I’m ASAC Willow Ware of the Rapid City office. This is my identification,” I said slowly, handing it over. The cop looked at it and handed it back with a nod as he lowered his weapon.

“Undercover?” he asked. “Detective Drew Lemon. We had reports of a weapon being discharged.”

“Yeah, asshole here shot at Mr Michaelson and ran. I gave chase and brought him down.”

“Bitch attacked me!” the security guard inserted.

Lemon turned and raised an eyebrow.

“Tell the truth, dickhead. I identified myself as a federal agent, informed you I was reaching for my badge, and you tried to tase me. I took you down for my own protection,” I stated.

“You smashed my head into the ground!”

“No, I banged your head on the floor. If I’d smashed it, you’d be unconscious. But sure, you wanna press charges? No probs, I’ll arrest you for attempted assault on a federal officer, resisting, and whatever else I can think of.”

The guard gazed at me in horror and then stormed off.

“Guess that takes care of that!”

Lemon was looking amused. “You’re a handful, ASAC Ware.”

“Yeah, my AD gave me a department to manage to keep me out of trouble. Doesn’t work,” I said as I checked Fanatic over again. “Your liver? Did you take a bang?”

“Nah, I’m fine, babe,” Fanatic answered.

“How’s the department working out?” Lemon asked as the two uniforms lifted the cuffed guy.

“Great! And no, I’m not undercover. I was here with my…” I looked at Fanatic and wondered how to address him. Boyfriend seemed too gauche, and my man too possessive. “Partner?”

“Sorry, I didn’t realise you were another agent,” Lemon said, putting his hand out.

Fanatic shook it. “Thanks, dude, but I’m not an agent. Willow’s trying to find a way to describe me as her lover. Babe, try my man next time. We’re in a committed relationship; you can call me your man.”

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