I’m in a fucking police car in handcuffs, Reid thought to himself. This cannot possibly be happening.
“Excuse me, exactly how much is Mr. Snyder paying you to be stupid? My license isn’t expired and you know it. I need to get back to Dallas. I have surgeries scheduled for tomorrow.” Reid snapped.
“Tell it to the judge, Mr. Oliver,” the policeman replied.
“That’s Doctor Oliver,” Reid corrected him. “Why don’t you have Mr. Snyder arrested as well? He’s the one who blackmailed me into coming here. I even tried to humor him and play along with his silly little game.”
“Doctor Oliver will you please sit back and try to relax. It’s a short drive to the police station. We will have you processed by dinner.”
Reid sighed and looked skyward. Processed by dinner? “I’m being taken to be slaughtered. This is all Mr. Snyder’s fault,” he muttered.
That pretty playboy belongs in here, not me. He’s the one who assaulted me in the parking lot. I never laid a hand on him even when he grabbed me and kept me from leaving the parking garage.
As mad as he was Reid had immediately noticed the electricity from Luke’s contact. He had fought the urge to grab Luke and spin him into the side of the car. Instead he stood helplessly staring. He stared at the silky golden hair long enough to be pulled. He focused on those full lips lecturing him on proper behavior thinking how they should be teaching him another kind of lesson. Reid closed his eyes and tried to imagine Luke handcuffed and headed to the jail cell with him. A slight smile crept up his lips picturing Richie Rich on his knees silently paying for his crimes against Reid.
“Okay, Dr. Oliver, we’re here. Watch your head. We’ll get you processed, fingerprinted, and in front of the judge lickity split.”
Reid rolled his eyes at the policeman. Lickity split? Reid imagined licking and splitting the pretty playboy. You will pay for this Mr. Snyder. You will most definitely pay.
He focused on those full lips lecturing him on proper behavior thinking how they should be teaching him another kind of lesson. Reid closed his eyes and tried to imagine Luke handcuffed and headed to the jail cell with him. A slight smile crept up his lips picturing Richie Rich on his knees silently paying for his crimes against Reid.
I want more of Reid's dirty thoughts. Hee. NIcely done!
Oooh, I like that! I'm sure Reid's already imagining many different ways in which Luke will pay. :D
“Excuse me, exactly how much is Mr. Snyder paying you to be stupid? My license isn’t expired and you know it. I need to get back to Dallas. I have surgeries scheduled for tomorrow.” Reid snapped.
Yes, thanks for that. :) (Also, if his license had been expired, would they even have let him board a commercial flight? If Reid's like 95% of Americans over the age of 16, his driver's license would be his main ID, no? And I doubt he'd carry around a passport just for fun.)
That bit about the expired license doesn't fly with me. He didn't leave the scene of the accident either. I bet Luciano did manage to pad the policeman's pockets.
The adrenaline and testosterone had to have been pumping hard. Why not imagine dirty ways to get even with one Luke Snyder.
(Also, if his license had been expired, would they even have let him board a commercial flight? If Reid's like 95% of Americans over the age of 16, his driver's license would be his main ID, no? And I doubt he'd carry around a passport just for fun.)
I know it's not even a big thing (but I find it funny that you keep discussing it), but I researched this as I once lost my ID and was still allowed on a commercial flight (in December 2001 right after 9/11): http://www.tsa.gov/travelers/customer/editorial_1029.shtm#1.
Anyways, I think this was just another blunder by the ATWT writing team (we all know just accurate they were). ;)
Hee, thanks for that! I'm a little obsessed with some topics. ;) But knowing Reid's luck, he'd probably get the special treatment of a secondary screening and would miss his flight or something (especially since Luke is like this with all the airport personnel, obviously ;)). Now that I think about it, wasn't there a similar occurrence in a fix-it fic? Was it in Rota Fortunae?
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I’m in a fucking police car in handcuffs, Reid thought to himself. This cannot possibly be happening.
“Excuse me, exactly how much is Mr. Snyder paying you to be stupid? My license isn’t expired and you know it. I need to get back to Dallas. I have surgeries scheduled for tomorrow.” Reid snapped.
“Tell it to the judge, Mr. Oliver,” the policeman replied.
“That’s Doctor Oliver,” Reid corrected him. “Why don’t you have Mr. Snyder arrested as well? He’s the one who blackmailed me into coming here. I even tried to humor him and play along with his silly little game.”
“Doctor Oliver will you please sit back and try to relax. It’s a short drive to the police station. We will have you processed by dinner.”
Reid sighed and looked skyward. Processed by dinner? “I’m being taken to be slaughtered. This is all Mr. Snyder’s fault,” he muttered.
That pretty playboy belongs in here, not me. He’s the one who assaulted me in the parking lot. I never laid a hand on him even when he grabbed me and kept me from leaving the parking garage.
As mad as he was Reid had immediately noticed the electricity from Luke’s contact. He had fought the urge to grab Luke and spin him into the side of the car. Instead he stood helplessly staring. He stared at the silky golden hair long enough to be pulled. He focused on those full lips lecturing him on proper behavior thinking how they should be teaching him another kind of lesson. Reid closed his eyes and tried to imagine Luke handcuffed and headed to the jail cell with him. A slight smile crept up his lips picturing Richie Rich on his knees silently paying for his crimes against Reid.
“Okay, Dr. Oliver, we’re here. Watch your head. We’ll get you processed, fingerprinted, and in front of the judge lickity split.”
Reid rolled his eyes at the policeman. Lickity split? Reid imagined licking and splitting the pretty playboy. You will pay for this Mr. Snyder. You will most definitely pay.
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I want more of Reid's dirty thoughts. Hee. NIcely done!
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“Excuse me, exactly how much is Mr. Snyder paying you to be stupid? My license isn’t expired and you know it. I need to get back to Dallas. I have surgeries scheduled for tomorrow.” Reid snapped.
Yes, thanks for that. :) (Also, if his license had been expired, would they even have let him board a commercial flight? If Reid's like 95% of Americans over the age of 16, his driver's license would be his main ID, no? And I doubt he'd carry around a passport just for fun.)
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The adrenaline and testosterone had to have been pumping hard. Why not imagine dirty ways to get even with one Luke Snyder.
Thanks for commenting.
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I know it's not even a big thing (but I find it funny that you keep discussing it), but I researched this as I once lost my ID and was still allowed on a commercial flight (in December 2001 right after 9/11): http://www.tsa.gov/travelers/customer/editorial_1029.shtm#1.
Anyways, I think this was just another blunder by the ATWT writing team (we all know just accurate they were). ;)
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;)))
Only he didn't!
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