Twice As Lethal (Lethal Weapon)

Don't you look a whole lot different with clothes on.

Wednesday.

By the time Riggs and Murtaugh left the station the following night it was after seven. They were currently working six Homicide investigations, and two Robberies. As they each got into their separate cars, Murtaugh wasn't surprised when his partner's headlights followed him home for dinner. He knew Trish wouldn't mind the extra guest at the dinner table. She was one of a few who understood Riggs and could handle being around him for more than half an hour without wanting to put a gun to their own head. As Murtaugh so often did.

They were now headed up the Murtaugh's front path and Riggs was relaying an amusing drinking story from his time serving with the Navy SEALs.

"...and that, dear Roger, is why you should never mix tequila shots with popping candy."

"I really don't understand how you're even still alive, Riggs."

"Well, y'know, I think the blood in my alcohol stream sorta helps."

Murtaugh unlocked the front door with a sigh. His attention was hijacked by two female voices coming from the living room, one was his wife, the other he wasn't familiar with.

Riggs followed him into the living room and both men stopped dead in their tracks when they saw who the other female was - the main suspect in the Salvatore Lopez murder case, aka Riggs' hooker friend.

"'Ey! Look at that, Rog, there's a killer hooker in your house!" Riggs was being his overly theatrical self. But he was insanely curious over her reason for being here. "We meet again, Wonder Woman, and don't you look a whole lot different with clothes on," he added with that catlike grin.

Along with her less revealing outfit which tonight was tame - jeans, fitted shirt and leather bomber jacket - 'Wonder Woman' was wearing the same bemused expression from the night before. She gave him a slight nod of her head. "Detective Riggs," she simply replied.

"Uh, Trish? Honey." Murtaugh sent his wife a questioning look. "Why is there a killer hoo -" He broke off, shooting Riggs a stern look for dragging him into it. "A sex worker in our house?"

"Okay," said Trish. "First of all, she is not a killer."

"Good to know," said Riggs. "And second of all...?"

"Not a hooker, either," mystery woman cut in. She continued her surveillance of the unkempt, curly haired Detective with the same cool amusement.

"Well, y'know, those kinky boots were all kinds of distracting," Riggs replied. "Also, I've seen Pretty Woman."

"You've seen Pretty Woman?" Murtaugh interjected. "Why? Why would you?"

"Why wouldn't I? It's a good movie."

"It's a chick flick."

"So? Doesn't mean it's not a good movie."

"Roger, Martin." Trish cut in before the bantering really took hold. It could often go on for quite some time. "I'd like for you both to meet Lexie Shaw. Detective Lexie Shaw."

Riggs managed to look adorably confused as he stuck a finger into one ear and gave it a wiggle. "What's that now?"

"You're a, she's, you're a cop?" Murtaugh said and Lexie gave him a nod.

"That's correct."

"Let me guess." Riggs was over his initial confusion and folded his arms over his chest. "Vice?"

"Gang and Narcotics," she replied.

"Oh, that's the Division two floors down from us." Riggs swung round to face Murtaugh. "Yknow, their men's room is way better than ours."