Dangeruss & Tazer

Jonathan Toews and Russell Wilson hurried down to the station, without Andrew Shaw. Jonathan, since he was the Chicago native, was driving. He pulled into the mostly empty police station downtown. It was the only one he knew of, off the top of his head. He turned off the car instantly and swung the door open. The Blackhawk got out immediately. Russell folowed him, trying his best to keep up.

“So what are we doing? Am I like your partner now or something?”

“I suppose you are, Russ. Come on, we need to hurry. I won’t lose my friend to fricking Avery!”

“I understand your pain. I’m here to help you out, my new friend. If that means spending a little more extra time in Chicago, so be it! I love this city!”

“Ha, thanks Russ. I appreciate your help! Let’s get inside!”

Russell dipped his head and trailed the hockey player into the station. It was just like any other, police department, plain and simple with lots of cops in uniforms running about with paperwork and missions.

“How may I help you gentlemen?” a guy at the desk asked. He tilted his chief hat backward on his head, unveiling his eyes. He looked sternly at the two men.

“My name’s Jonathan Toews! I was the one who spoke to you or someone here over the phone!”

“Ah, Jonathan! The one who reported a missing person!”

“Not just a missing person, a missing star named Patrick Kane!” Russell corrected.

“Right.”

Jonathan leaned over the counter and stared at the man. Just past him, through a large glass window wall, he could see the rest of the station. It resembled the look of the building in Rookie Blue, except that it was one floor. He could see a dozen Chicago PD officers running back and forth, urgently. Apparently they were too busy to handle the missing person’s case, the hockey player had for them anyway.

“Well, as you know we can’t do anything for a few hours,” the man at the desk said.

“Yes, yes, I know that. I was wondering if we could borrow some uniforms and go out to search, we promise not to get in your way, but if you can’t do anything, I’d like to find my friend as soon as possible. If he has been kidnapped and captured by who I think, then he won’t have 24 hours!” the Chicago Blackhawk tried, banging his fist down in dominance.

“You’d like to borrow two uniforms?” the man repeated, getting to his feet.

Jonathan straightened up, raising his head up, proudly. “Yes, if that is okay?”

“I don’t see why not, as long as they are returned within 24 hours!”

“That can certainly be arranged. If we have not found Kaner by then, he is gone for good. And we will gladly turn the search over to you all and return the uniforms!” Russell spoke, dipping his head in respect to the officer.

“Alright, I’ll get you two uniforms, wait here!” The policemen walked off, to a side door, which led into the main floor of the department. He disappeared past it.

Jonathan turned to the football player. He was gazing around the place. Neither athlete had been in a police station before and it was new to them. The white walls and the familiar CPD logo surrounded them. It felt odd for a hockey player and a football player to be standing in a police department station talking to cops about another missing athlete, let alone a hockey player named Patrick Kane.

The man returned to them a few minutes later, with two freshly washed uniforms. He passed them to each athlete. They took the clothes and nodded, gratefully, flashing kind smiles. They headed into the restroom and changed into the new outfits. They were both shocked that the uniforms fit them so well. They didn’t recognize themselves, at first.

They even came with the tool belt, which included a small gun, a taser, a baton, a walkie, and a few other items. Jonathan played around, whipping out the weapon. He pointed it at his reflection and darkened his gaze. “Freeze, you’re under arrest for being so sexy and handsome!”

Russell laughed, as he cracked a grin and stuffed the gun back into place. This was going to be a ton of fun. But he knew that they had a mission to do. They had to find Patrick Kane and fast. And definitely within 24 hours!

“Ready, Russ?”

When they both emerged from the bathroom, dressed as cops, they thanked the man in charge and left the station to their car. They got back in and shared a quick glance with one another.

“We should have a cool name!” Russell stated, as soon as both of their doors closely.

“That would be sick! But what can we be called?”

“How about our nicknames? I’ll be Dangeruss!”

“And I can be Tazer?”

“Yeah!”

“Dangeruss and Tazer?” Jonathan questioned, thinking about the combination. “I like that!”

There was a moment of silence. They sat in the car thinking, remaining in the parking lot of the police station.

“So, where should we start?” Russell asked, fiddling around with his gadgets on him.

“I don’t know. We should start by tracking down Avery, I think!”

“That sounds good! Let’s get to my house and we can do a little research, eh?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

Jonathan turned the key in the ignition and started the vehicle up. They launched out of the parking lot, at the right speed, since they were near law officers. They zoomed off down the highway, zig-zagging through the Downtown city, heading toward Jonathan Toews’ house.

Notes

Meet Dangeruss and Tazer, everyone!!
The badass cops are officially on the Kaner Case!
Hurry and save Peekaboo before Avery kills him!! ;)