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"Dammit Dean!" male voices chorused in unison though the vehicle as red and blue lights lit up the night.

"I was only going 10 miles over the speed limit. Maybe 15…" he grumbled, reaching for his wallet. "Does anyone know where the rental agreement is? The po-po is going to want to see it, if he ever gets up here." They sat on the shoulder of the road for a few more minutes, still looking for the rental agreement before the officer could be seen approaching the car.

"Good evening, sir. Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?" To Dean's surprise, and the shock of all the occupants in the car, a female voice spoke.

"Ah…ah…um…" Dean stuttered.

"He's trying to say he was speeding, ma'am." Roman spoke up from the passenger seat.

"I can answer for myself." Dean muttered, smacking Roman's arm and turning towards his open window. "I was speeding, Officer. We are tired and really want to get some sleep."

"I'm sure you'd like to get there safely, sir. Please refrain from striking the other occupants of the car while I am standing right here watching. That's kind-of a big no-no." she said with a smile. "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" Dean shook his head. "I have you on laser going 86 in a 65."

"Eighty-six Dean? What were you thinking?" one of the men in the backseat complained.

"May I see your license and registration or proof of rental?" the officer asked politely. Once she had the documents, she returned to her patrol car.

"She knows who we are." Antonio Cesaro said.

"Does it really matter?" asked Dolph Ziggler. "Eighty-six in a sixty-five is rather hard to ignore. Twenty-one miles over the speed limit. Remind me, why is Dean driving?"

The officer returned to the car, handing Dean his license and copy of the rental agreement. "Your friend is correct. I cannot ignore 21 miles over the speed limit. I did give you a break on the ticket, though. I only wrote it for 10 over, since you don't get home very often." With a wink and a wave, she was headed back to her car.

Dean looked at the ticket. "She did cut me a break, but I don't live here." He glanced at his friend. "You do."

"I have no idea who she is." he responded.

"She's not bad looking." one said.

"She's interested." another offered.

Dean encouraged, "And you haven't had a date in months. Before she pulls away…go!"

"I am not hitting on a cop!" he thundered, crossing his arms and striking a pose like a pouting child. "Now drive."