<em>Babe cop</em>? It was odd to be insulted and complimented in equal measure, but she understood that the kid wasn’t going to make this easy on either of them. She could book him for contempt, but that would be an especially harsh treatment of what was in essence a very misguided kid.<strong> “Put your hands down, I’m not going to cuff you. I do think you need to come down to the station with me. We can discuss boundaries and proper etiquette.” </strong>She grabbed him by the upper arm, but the gesture wasn’t particularly violent or aggressive, more aimed at guiding the youngster towards her patrol car. She opened the back seat and waited for Eli to get in, then got behind the wheel and drove back to the station. She eyed him in the rear view mirror and started a short little sermon.<strong>“First things first, ‘babe’ is not the proper word to address me. You can call me Sheriff, Sheriff Mackey, officer, even ma’am. And provided you know me a little better, you might even get to call me Rebecca some day. But ‘babe’? Never okay.” </strong>She gave him a little smirk.<strong>“And speaking strictly as a woman, I need to tell you that your ‘game’ will need some refining if you expect to get lucky, even with someone more age-appropriate.” </strong><br/><br/>Continued here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163062.msg7590658#msg7590658)