Dedicated to @prongsquake who inspired this little Cop!Bitty AU with her thrilling tales of people she knows meeting famous Football stars :p
Jack hadn’t meant to be speeding. It was a combination of exhaustion from the roadie, Tater’s injury which caused him to miss his first flight, and to be running late for his next, and the fact that his parents were going to be at the game against the Capitals. He had his foot pressed hard on the pedal, and his eyes on the road, and it wasn’t until he heard the little “whoop whoop” that he looked down and realised he’d been going twenty-five over.
He really didn’t have time for this. He had like less than thirty minutes to get to his gate, and he was ten minutes away from the airport.
For what was probably the first time ever, Jack said a silent prayer that this officer recognised him.
Jack reached for his wallet, and took a breath, and rolled down the window.
He was utterly unprepared for the sight that greeted him. A short officer, a shock of blonde hair combed neatly and set, a smattering of freckles along an upturned nose, and a raised brow which accompanied a smirk.
“Evening, sir,” the officer–Officer Bittle, his badge read–said in a warm, southern drawl. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“Because I was far exceeding the speed limit,” Jack admitted. “I’m sorry. It’s…I wasn’t paying attention.”
Officer Bittle raised a brow. “Not American?”
“Canadian,” Jack said, and handed over his license before the officer could ask for it.
Jack fumbled for it as the officer stared at the small ID card, then said, “Resident of Providence?”
“Yes sir,” Jack said, distracted by his search. He turned it up eventually, crammed between the seats. He swiped his hand across his brow. “I euh…I play hockey? For the Falconers.”