(Authors note: just a quick authors note to say; Hi, welcome to my story. This takes place just after the first lethal weapon movie. updates will hopefully be regularly! Enjoy!)

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"You're an ass, you know?"

"Hey! Watch your mouth kid" was the snappy reply from the young sergeant, as he and the girl verbally battled it out in the interrogation room. "Start showing an officer some respect or I could get you locked up for the rest of your life. Trust me kid, prison won't look good on you"

"do you know that from experience, or...?"

Sergeant Roger Murtaugh sighed helplessly, and turned his attention to the other two people in the room-tuning back into to the argument only when he heard his name being called.

His partner, Riggs, was staring at him from the seat to his left. His face was impassive, yet his eyes were lit with irritation and barely contained rage. Across the table, another pair of vexed eyes watched him. The young perpetrator in question- her idle gaze flickered back and forth between the two men. "Good cop" and "Bad cop".

Three guesses as to who is which.

Or perhaps, now that she thought it over in her head, as the two partners across the table shared a non-verbal conversation that she clearly wasn't apart of; they would be better known as "good cop" and "the arrogant ass who got her into this mess in the first place"

Yeah, that seemed about right.

Finally the two cops, Sergeant Murtaugh and Riggs- as they had previously told her to address them as- turned back to her, the first wearing a stressed smile, and the second: not smiling at all.

Charming.

Riggs glared at the kid, who smiled back cheerily- mocking him in response, fuelling his irritation and smarting headache all the more.

"Right" Murtaugh addressed the room, trying to keep the atmosphere calm, and reduce the chances of another argument between the two very easily triggered characters. "Let's start this again. Uh, so, Antonia..."

"Toni" The girl cut in, rebuking him for using her birthname to address her- which she herself had told them NOT to do when names and 'pleasantries' were first exchanged.

Though her eyes hardened at the sound of her forename, they did not turn to face Roger; she kept them glued to Riggs. He in return was levelling her in a very similar way.

"Toni, right." Roger corrected with a clear of his throat, before continuing. "You know why you're here, don't you?"

"Actually, I don't." she replied offhandedly, raising her brows across the table to Riggs, lips turning up ever so slightly- devilishly, in martins eyes- as she did so.

"Damn well you do, kid." Was Martins reply, slamming a hand down on the table, satisfied at the small, hardly noticeable- if you weren't Martin Riggs, that is- flinch the girl gave at the action. She continued to keep a level eye with him however- he had to give her credit for that. Not many people could stare Martin Riggs dead in the eye without wavering.

"Do I?" she remarked casually, leaning back in her chair with an I-couldn't-be-half-arsed expression. "By all means 'officer'; do tell"

"You hijacked my truck!" the man roared, slamming the other hand down on the table this time, before facing his partner. "She hijacked my truck, Rog!" he exclaimed in near hysterics, throwing an accusing finger in the girl's general direction. "Drove it, underage. Completely wrecked the paintjob. And not to mention, let the guys I was trying to catch get away."

The girl quickly piped up from her side of the table, hands raised in a defensive gesture, "Woah woah, Hey now c'mon. When you put it like that you make it sound like 'I'm' the bad guy here"

Riggs gave her a look that said, clear as crystal, 'carry on talking, kid; just watch where you end up', whilst Murtaugh looked as if he were regretting every one of his life decisions up til now. He should've never allowed these two to be in the same room together; Next time, he was doing the interrogation alone.

"Which I'm not, by the way" She continued, well aware of how riled up the officer opposite her was getting. "After all, in a strange, twist of fate; I saved your life today"

"Like hell you did!" the man exclaimed loudly, rising out of his chair.

"Riggs, have some sense of control, and sit the hell down!"

Riggs-after slight hesitation- did as he was told, dropping back into the chair like a dead weight. His nerves were shot, fury running hot through his veins towards the little brat sitting before him, watching him with a devious little snot nosed smirk that all kids knew how to pull to piss off every adult within eyeshot.

Every adult, except Murtaugh apparently, who was presently conversing with girl in ease. He'd later ask the man how he'd managed to stay so level headed; and he'd reply with 'when you have kids of your own, Riggs, you'll know'.

He levelled her once more with a look. A stony, hard faced- completely-devoid-of-any-and-all-emotion- look. He said, "You did not save my life, kid. In fact if you did anything at all today, you got in the way of things and screwed everything up. That's all."

If Riggs had known any better, he would've thought that the girl seemed genuinely hurt after hearing those words, but with this kid it was hard to tell what was real about her and what wasnt. Hell, was he even sure her name was 'Antonia'!?

Her reaction was quite strange though, like she'd finally had enough with playing façade.

"I helped you, you idiot! Clearly you've got your head too far up your own ass to actually see it!" she exclaimed, losing her temper fast. She rose from her chair, with such fury, that it clattered to the floor behind her with a dull, echoing thud.

"I saved your life and you know it! You think you would have been able to start up your truck that fast and keep up the chase? You think you would have missed the impact of that explosion if I hadn't have got your attention from that bomb-rigged house and down the road after those bastards?"

A scoff. "Yeah down the road running after you! Just admit it kid, you were trying to steal the damn truck!" Riggs countered within a heartbeat, also rising from his seat, leaving roger to watch on in apprehension.

Here we go again.

"If I was stealing the truck, then why did I honk the horn?! To signal you, and save your stupid ass from being blown up! And believe me, after the sort of stuff I seen those guys pack into that little 'make your own bomb' kit- there would've been nothing left of you. So, you're welcome... Butthead"

"Like I said before, watch your mouth" the man warned, jabbing a finger at the girl, "If I can't charge you for my truck I could sure as hell charge you for offending a police officer!"

A huff, "Okay, now you're just looking for reasons to get me locked up"

"Glad you're catching on, kid-"

"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE HELL UP?!"

Both man and girl jumped at the shout, and whipped their heads round to look at the second officer, shocked at his outburst. No doubt, they'd probably forgot he was there.

Roger slowly rose from his seat to be on level with everyone. Well, almost on level- the short, scrawny pre-teen just about reached five foot in height, and was substantially small when compared with the much taller, broader, and all round scarier looking Riggs and even taller, broader yet not quite so scary officer Murtaugh.

From this angle, the girl had lost her pluck, and the I-don't-give-a-damn attitude she held beforehand didn't look the least bit as believable now.

In all honesty she looked quite helpless- as she glared on with every ounce of defiance she could muster in that moment; which was quite a lot, he had to say. Like a kitten caught in the crossfire with two hulking Rottweilers, and no escape around them.

Roger conceded with a sigh. " Okay, okay" he said, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture, "How bout we leave this to captain Murphy, eh? Call him in to sort all of this out with you. Then once that's all over and done with, we can phone your parents and send you on your way back home. Sound good?"

Rog had meant for his words to sound harmless. But, as practised as he was in the face of children (he had three after all), Roger had in no way determined how the girl would react next. It was safe to say that what he'd said did not "sound good" to her at all.

Though Rog hadn't seen it coming, Riggs had been watching the girl intently throughout the entire interrogation, and was perfectly prepared; waiting- almost anticipating, for something like this to happen.

It was immediate. As soon as Roger finished speaking; the girl leapt into action.

Dodging around the table between her and the officers, Toni darted for the door, sprinting as fast as her little legs could carry her.

Apparently, not fast enough, as before she could even graze the doorknob with the tips of her grubby little fingers, a hand shot out and grabbed her roughly by the hood of her jacket.

She cried out in shock.

The cry; an echoing mix of startled horror and anguish defeat, as the strong hand effortlessly restrained her from her hasty escape.

A rebuking remark was heard from officer Murtaugh, his words directed to his partner. Riggs.

Startled by the abrupt contact, Toni's instinct kicked in- an adrenaline fuelled response to the sudden hold on her. It was a fight or flight moment, and who's to say she couldn't try both?

The young girl twisted and wriggled fitfully, her smaller hands reaching back over her head, trying in vain to pull off the much larger hand holding her in place.

"Get off me!" she howled, growling and tugging away from the contact as though it burned her. She tried slipping out of the jacket, but her efforts only ensured her getting more tangled up in the fabric.

It was a pitiful sight really, and if Riggs wasn't as pissed off as he was at the moment- he would have been all smiles.

Antonia was relentless. She twisted round and scowled at her captor, before sending a harsh shove to his middle- trying to put as much distance between them as she possibly could in hopes to escape.

Hardly swayed by her violent actions, Riggs refused to let up his hold on the girl.

Chest aching with fury and breaths coming out in shallow puffs of anger, the young girl pushed him again. He barely stumbled.

She began to kick, hit, punch, scream for her release- but Riggs was unfazed. He didn't even so much as flinch at the words of abuse being hurled his way, or the repetitive kicks to his shins and punches to his abdomen.

"Get the hell off me! I'll kill you, I will! Don't think I won't- I aint scared to hit a cop yano?"

"Riggs, let the poor girl be"

"Oh c'mon Rog, I'm hardly doing anything wrong"

"Get away from me you, you- you psycho!"

"Riggs!"

"She's the one who's harassing me! Look man, there's already bruises forming! Little brat has a swing on her, I'll tell you that Rog"

"I swear to god, I'll kill you! I'll-"

"Riggs!-"

"What?!-"

It was at that moment in which the door flew open, and the three occupants of the room spun to face a fourth.

Captain Murphy, silhouetted by the bright overhead lights in the hallway, peered in at the inhabitants.

He scowled.

"What the hell is going on in here?!"

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(Authors note: hope you enjoyed this first chapter! please let me know what you think! until the next update.)