Purple shoes and Purse snatchers.
Disclaimer: BtVS, Ats & the CSI’s and do not belong to me, they belong to the nice rich men from Hollyweird.
Rating: PG-13 for this story. Ratings vary within this series.
The runner was about a block away when Buffy became aware of the commotion moving in her direction. She was happily considering a pair of perfect purple shoes in the shop window. A man appeared out of the sidewalk crush, running flat out heading in her direction. He had knocked over a several people and various vendor stands. Just as he was about to reach her position, she moved directly into his path forcing him to try to evade her. As he attempted to shove her out of his way, he suddenly found himself on the ground, her knee in his back, one arm yanked painfully behind him. Faster than anyone had seen, she had swept him off his feet, slamming him face first into the pavement. He moaned. It felt as if he’d been hit by a truck. He’d never even seen her arm shoot out before he’d been 'clotheslined' by the slayer.
“Going somewhere? You know, I have to tell you, florescent lime green really is not your color,” she yanked the straps of the ladies handbag off his shoulder roughly, causing his shoulder and face to bang against the pavement. This caused another moan of pain.
She became aware of a smattering of applause from passersby. Buffy looked up at the gathering crowd and said:
“What, is someone going to call the cops or what?”
“You look like you can handle him,” someone commented.
This exchange elicited a few chuckles from her audience, but no one made a move to call the police. Buffy held the large lime green ladies purse in her right hand, while her left hand kept the criminal’s arm pinned behind his back with no effort. Her own bag and a couple of large shopping bags dangled from her wrist, and right now, rested on his legs.
“Hands little bit occupied here.”
As she spoke, she noticed an attractive fair haired man come running up. He was completely out of breath, sweating profusely and gasping a little. “I saw what he did, and I tried to catch him, but I was too far away. I’ve been chasing him for several blocks.”
“Who are you?”
“Danny…. Gasp …Messer.”
“Hey Danny, can you call the cops for me. I’m getting tired of Mr. Squirmy Purse Snatcher here. I have shoes to buy and the whole of Fifth Avenue to enjoy and only a few hours to do it.”
“Shoes?" he was a little thrown. “Uh. I’m a cop. I thought for sure you were a cop too, the way you took this guy down."
“Well, this is my day off ya know,” she said this as if none of this were her responsibility.
“Okaay?” Danny was a bit surprised by her attitude.
“Give me a break. Don’t you ever take a few days off between saving the world?”
Danny laughed. “Well, I guess if I were saving the world, I’d need more time off.”
Buffy grinned at him. Her 100 watt grin.
Man this woman was hot, thought Danny as he grinned back at her.
He made the call.
By the time the uniformed cops had arrived and a second car brought the middle aged woman whose purse had been snatched in all her green elegance, Danny and Buffy were finding much to be amused about.
“How about coffee,” he grinned down at her.
“You don’t need coffee, you need to cool down,” she looked him up and down, making him self conscious about how sweaty he was.
“That’s New York in August for ya,” Danny couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous around a woman.
“Yeah, it’s kinda hot. Beats English weather though.”
“I guess. So… How’d you learn moves like that if you’re not a cop?”
“Long story,” her expression was suddenly shuttered. Buffy really didn’t want to have this conversation.
“If you told me you’d have to kill me?” He grinned at her.
“Something like that,” Buffy still wasn’t smiling.
Danny looked at her uneasily, feeling awkward and unsure what to say. Clearly she was a formidable combatant, otherwise there was no way she could have taken down an opponent who was at least twice her weight, and kept him subdued until the uniforms had arrived. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know how this tiny, delicate looking woman, with golden locks and a serious shopping habit could do that.
“Awkward much?” She was grinning again, the valley girl mask back in place.
“Oh yeah. Hey I know. We should have slushies.. there’s this place about two blocks from there that makes the best the best frozen lemonade. They make great iced teas too.”
“‘Kay,” she bounced along next to him, seeming much younger and more carefree than the warrior he’d caught a glimpse of a few minutes ago. Who was this woman?
“So, shoes huh?” Danny decided to play along.
“New York has so many great shoes. Oh, damn. I want those shoes,” she turned around, and began to march back in the direction from which they came. “No, wait, we have to get you some thing cold to drink before you get heat stroke.”
“No you’re not.” She stopped at a vendor, selecting 2 large bottles of water and a Gatorade, and giving him a twenty dollar bill. She gave Danny the Gatorade and one of the bottles of water. “Hydrate,” She ordered.
“Ok, shoes. You know it’s hard to find great purple shoes. Most of them are just too red. These are a great shade, like indigo. Perfect. Do you know what I mean. I really like indigo better than purple you know?”
Danny nodded. He had no idea what to answer. He was beginning to feel a bit dazed by the stream of consciousness conversation.
“You ok?” She looked at him, assessing him.
“I’m fine,” he felt uncomfortable again.
“You look better," She seemed satisfied.
“So, are you ready to do some shoe shopping?”
“Sure,” this definitely beat his non-existent plans for his day off.
“You know, you kind of remind me of someone, I can’t remember who… Have you ever been to Sunnydale or Cleveland?”
“No, I’ve never been to either place. Isn’t Sunnydale that town that fell into a crater?"
“Yeah, I used to live there.”
“I’m not. OK, here we are. Thank God they’re still there.”
. Thought Buffy. Now I remember who he looks like. He reminds me of that guy in the girl’s locker in high school. Except not dead. Damn. Yeesh. That’s just creepy. What is it with me and dead guys?
Danny caught her watching him as she tried on her 15th or 16th pair of shoes. What is she thinking about? Do I have something on my neck? His hand went to his neck, and then he looked at his hand, then back at her. She was frowning slightly. She met his gaze and smiled.
“This is absolutely the last pair.”
“You must have sisters. I don’t know too many guys who could go shopping with me when I get in the shopping groove.”
“Well, it is quite entertaining,” he grinned at her.
“Glad to be of service!” She laughed.
“I have to meet some people for lunch, you want to join us?”
“Are they as entertaining as you?”
“You’ll have to tell me.”