Oh, hurrah, you liked it! I am immensely relieved. Immensely.
It was at this point that they heard the police sirens.
They exchanged panicked glances, and Richard pulled over to the side of the road. "Somehow, Clarkson, somehow this is all your fault."
The police officer tapped the window and Richard wound it down.
In a rather gruff and sour-sounding voice, the police officer said, "Sir, you were driving very fast down this road and I couldn't help but notice you swerved quite a few times."
Attempting to hide his face, Richard squeaked, "Oh, I'll never ever do it again. Can I go now?"
The police officer narrowed his eyes. "'Ere, aren't you that Richard Hammond... and there's that kidnapped girl! Alright, I'm going to have to take you in." He began fiddling with the radio attatched to his jacket.
"No, wait!" cried Jeremy. Hammond shot him a look. The last thing they needed was for Jeremy to tell him the truth. They'd end up thinking Richard and Jeremy had given her strange drugs as well.
"Er, I'm Jeremy Clarkson's biggest fan, and I think he's soo hot, and I want to marry him and have his babies and he's just a god, isn't he? Yeah, yeah he is, and I, like, tried, like to get in the car with him and I made them drive me here so I could spend time with Jeremy. And I think Richard Hammond is rubbish, by the way."
Both Richard and Harriet had their heads in their hands. Jeremy smiled brightly at the police officer. The police officer frowned suspiciously. "Do you concur, Mr. Hammond?"
"That I'm rubbish or that he - she - forced her way into the car?"
"No need to play silly buggers, Mr. Hammond."
"I agree, yes."
"And you, Mr. Clarkson?" The police officer smirked.
Harriet nodded, red-faced.
And then they were let go. Jeremy grinned triumphantly. "See, I make a very convincing teenage girl! He let us go."
Richard frowned and shook his head. "That was too easy. Far too easy."
Jeremy shrugged. "It's because he doesn't know that much. We're in the middle of nowhere here, Hammond, try to enjoy it; we'll deal with the fallout when we go back home." Jeremy turned around and grinned at Harriet. "And you still haven't told me why you fancy me so much."
Harriet and TG exchanged glances. "Er, you embarrassed me quite a lot a minute ago."
"And yet you still think I'm the most wonderful man alive. I'm pleased to inspire such devotion."
Richard gritted his teeth. This was going to be bloody awful.
(Clearly I know so very much about police procedure. However, this is Jeremy-as-Riona bodyswap fic, and thus is not the most realistic thing in the world.)
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It was at this point that they heard the police sirens.
They exchanged panicked glances, and Richard pulled over to the side of the road. "Somehow, Clarkson, somehow this is all your fault."
The police officer tapped the window and Richard wound it down.
In a rather gruff and sour-sounding voice, the police officer said, "Sir, you were driving very fast down this road and I couldn't help but notice you swerved quite a few times."
Attempting to hide his face, Richard squeaked, "Oh, I'll never ever do it again. Can I go now?"
The police officer narrowed his eyes. "'Ere, aren't you that Richard Hammond... and there's that kidnapped girl! Alright, I'm going to have to take you in." He began fiddling with the radio attatched to his jacket.
"No, wait!" cried Jeremy. Hammond shot him a look. The last thing they needed was for Jeremy to tell him the truth. They'd end up thinking Richard and Jeremy had given her strange drugs as well.
"Er, I'm Jeremy Clarkson's biggest fan, and I think he's soo hot, and I want to marry him and have his babies and he's just a god, isn't he? Yeah, yeah he is, and I, like, tried, like to get in the car with him and I made them drive me here so I could spend time with Jeremy. And I think Richard Hammond is rubbish, by the way."
Both Richard and Harriet had their heads in their hands. Jeremy smiled brightly at the police officer. The police officer frowned suspiciously. "Do you concur, Mr. Hammond?"
"That I'm rubbish or that he - she - forced her way into the car?"
"No need to play silly buggers, Mr. Hammond."
"I agree, yes."
"And you, Mr. Clarkson?" The police officer smirked.
Harriet nodded, red-faced.
And then they were let go. Jeremy grinned triumphantly. "See, I make a very convincing teenage girl! He let us go."
Richard frowned and shook his head. "That was too easy. Far too easy."
Jeremy shrugged. "It's because he doesn't know that much. We're in the middle of nowhere here, Hammond, try to enjoy it; we'll deal with the fallout when we go back home." Jeremy turned around and grinned at Harriet. "And you still haven't told me why you fancy me so much."
Harriet and TG exchanged glances. "Er, you embarrassed me quite a lot a minute ago."
"And yet you still think I'm the most wonderful man alive. I'm pleased to inspire such devotion."
Richard gritted his teeth. This was going to be bloody awful.
(Clearly I know so very much about police procedure. However, this is Jeremy-as-Riona bodyswap fic, and thus is not the most realistic thing in the world.)