Upon hearing the sirens, Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Nice job, Speed Racer," she grumbled.
They kept driving.
"Angel?" Gunn said from the backseat. "This is usually where you stop."
"We have to get to that mausoleum," Angel said. "We can't stop now."
"I'm *not* going to make my network television debut in a high-speed police chase," Cordelia said, and started trying to wrestle the wheel away from him.
Angel struggled for control of the car, finally knocking Cordelia's hands away. Groaning to himself, he pulled the car over to the curb and let the police car park in back of him. "Hide the weapons," Wesley hissed from the back. There was a shuffle, which ended just in time for the cop to come to the car.
"License and registration," he said.
Sighing, Angel went into the glove compartment and handed him both. The officer looked them over, and said, "Do you know why I pulled you over?" "No, officer." He wanted to bite out a sarcastic response, but the last thing they needed right now was to get hauled into jail.
"You were doing sixty in a thirty mile and hour zone," he answered. "Where were you going in such a hurry?"
They all paused until Cordelia blurted out, "I'm in labor!"
They all looked toward her, wondering how she came up with *that* one. "Labor," the cop repeated, looking her over.
"Yeah. I um, metabolize really well," she said. "You should have seen me before. Calista Flockhart had nothing on me!"
"Cordelia, shut up and breathe," Angel told her.
"I'm going to be right back," the cop said, taking Angel's license and registration to the car.
"Oh, we're going to be arrested," Wesley said.
"It's not so bad," Gunn said. "Sure, the ugly demons will tear apart the city, but at least we're safe behind bars."
"Hey, you know, what if I really was an expectant mother?" Cordelia wondered. "The baby could have popped out by now."
"At least you'd have a nice fat lawsuit against the LAPD," Gunn told her.
"You're always looking on the bright side," Wesley snipped.
"Guys," Angel said, cutting off the fight he knew had to be starting. "Can we not right now? We should be at the mausoleum."
"Remember this the next time you decide to practice for the Indy 500 on residential streets," Wesley said.
"Are you allowed to smile in mug shots?" Cordelia asked. But when she saw the cop coming back to the car, she continued with her breathing.
"I'm going to give you a citation," the police officer said. "Court appearance required." He handed Angel the copy of the ticket, ignoring the disgusted look on the vampire's face. "Slow down, and be careful. Don't want you getting into an accident before you get to a hospital."
"Thanks," Angel growled. He waited for the officer to get back to his car before starting the Angelmobile again.
"Can I stop breathing now?" Cordelia said. "I'm getting lightheaded."
"Stop," Gunn told her.
Angel shook his head as he pulled back out onto the street. "I can't believe I got pulled over," he grumbled. "Batman never got pulled over."
They kept driving.
"Angel?" Gunn said from the backseat. "This is usually where you stop."
"We have to get to that mausoleum," Angel said. "We can't stop now."
"I'm *not* going to make my network television debut in a high-speed police chase," Cordelia said, and started trying to wrestle the wheel away from him.
Angel struggled for control of the car, finally knocking Cordelia's hands away. Groaning to himself, he pulled the car over to the curb and let the police car park in back of him. "Hide the weapons," Wesley hissed from the back. There was a shuffle, which ended just in time for the cop to come to the car.
"License and registration," he said.
Sighing, Angel went into the glove compartment and handed him both. The officer looked them over, and said, "Do you know why I pulled you over?" "No, officer." He wanted to bite out a sarcastic response, but the last thing they needed right now was to get hauled into jail.
"You were doing sixty in a thirty mile and hour zone," he answered. "Where were you going in such a hurry?"
They all paused until Cordelia blurted out, "I'm in labor!"
They all looked toward her, wondering how she came up with *that* one. "Labor," the cop repeated, looking her over.
"Yeah. I um, metabolize really well," she said. "You should have seen me before. Calista Flockhart had nothing on me!"
"Cordelia, shut up and breathe," Angel told her.
"I'm going to be right back," the cop said, taking Angel's license and registration to the car.
"Oh, we're going to be arrested," Wesley said.
"It's not so bad," Gunn said. "Sure, the ugly demons will tear apart the city, but at least we're safe behind bars."
"Hey, you know, what if I really was an expectant mother?" Cordelia wondered. "The baby could have popped out by now."
"At least you'd have a nice fat lawsuit against the LAPD," Gunn told her.
"You're always looking on the bright side," Wesley snipped.
"Guys," Angel said, cutting off the fight he knew had to be starting. "Can we not right now? We should be at the mausoleum."
"Remember this the next time you decide to practice for the Indy 500 on residential streets," Wesley said.
"Are you allowed to smile in mug shots?" Cordelia asked. But when she saw the cop coming back to the car, she continued with her breathing.
"I'm going to give you a citation," the police officer said. "Court appearance required." He handed Angel the copy of the ticket, ignoring the disgusted look on the vampire's face. "Slow down, and be careful. Don't want you getting into an accident before you get to a hospital."
"Thanks," Angel growled. He waited for the officer to get back to his car before starting the Angelmobile again.
"Can I stop breathing now?" Cordelia said. "I'm getting lightheaded."
"Stop," Gunn told her.
Angel shook his head as he pulled back out onto the street. "I can't believe I got pulled over," he grumbled. "Batman never got pulled over."