From: adjonas2000@yahoo.com   
      
   Tee Time   
      
   By Amy Jonas   
      
   Category:  Jimmy/Langly friendship piece   
      
   Rating:  PG   
      
   Disclaimers:  I don't own them but I should!   
      
   Summary:  What happens when the kids are left in charge.   
      
   A/N:  This was kind of inspired by their antics in `That New Car   
   Smell'  by Magsrose.  She did it better but I hope this keeps the   
   spirit.   
      
      
      
   ****   
      
      
      
   Langly stared at the small white object that had been the bane of   
   his existence all morning.  He knew it was mocking him but he would   
   have the last laugh.  Taking a deep breath, he brought the golf club   
   back and swung with all his might.   
      
   Dirt and grass rained down.  When it cleared the gof ball remained   
   in the same spot; an inch from the gouged earth.   Uttering a string   
   of colorful curses, he whipped around to shoot a death glare at   
   Jimmy;  unsuccessfully trying to stifle his laughter.  "What are you   
   laughing about Mr.-I-spent-twenty-minutes-in-the-sand-trap?"   
      
   Jimmy nudged the deep gouge in the green.  "At least I'm not   
   destroying the golf course."   
      
   Langly glared at the golf ball.  It *was* mocking him.  "I hate this   
   freakin' game," he complained.  "Why the hell couldn't Frohike do   
   this tail job anyway.  He's the golf nut."  He took another swing;   
   missing the ball by several inches.  Jimmy started laughing again.   
   Snatching up the ball, Langly snarled,  "One more word and I'll tell   
   Yves you were watching Frohike's porn."   
      
   "I didn't know it was in the VCR!"  Jimmy protested.   
      
   "Didn't look like you were in a real hurry to shut it off either,"   
   Langly shot back. Shooting a look at the next hole he noted their   
   quarry was moving ahead.  "They're moving.  Come on, it's your turn."   
      
   Jimmy opened his mouth but quickly shut it.  Turning his attention   
   to his ball he stared at it with grim determination.  Gripping his   
   club, he raised it in the air.   
      
   Langly jumped back.  "Jeezus dude, watch what your doing, its not   
   baseball."   
      
   "Sorry," Jimmy muttered, "forgot."  He gripped his club the correct   
   way, took a slow breath and then swung.  He shot Langly a `so there'   
   grin when his golf ball sailed high into the sky.  His grin faltered   
   when the ball came down and plopped into the middle of the water   
   hazard.  "Shit!"   
      
   "Such language," Langly said in mock shock, "what will your mother   
   think?"   
      
   Shooting Langly a dark look, Jimmy rummaged in his bag. "I'm out of   
   golf balls," he sighed in frustration.   
      
   "Losing two dozen balls by the seventh hole has gotta be a record,"   
   Langly snarked, happy the jock sucked at golf as much as he did.  He   
   raised his club like a sword and intoned in a deep voice.  "Luke,   
   feed your anger and embrace the Dark Side.  Join me and we will rule   
   the golf course together."   
      
   Jimmy looked up, puzzled then grinned.  He raised his   
   own `lightsaber' in a defensive position.  "Never.  I am a Jedi   
   Knight like my father before me."   
      
   "MMmwwwhahahhaha!!!!  I am your father."   
      
   "Noooo!!!!!" Jimmy cried in mock horror, advancing toward Langly.   
   Their `lightsabers' clanked metal against metal as fought each   
   other.   
      
   "Why don't you two give it up and let those of us that know what   
   we're doing play through."   
      
   Startled, Langly looked toward the voices just as Jimmy brought his   
   club down; smashing it against Langly's hand.  The hacker screamed,   
   dropped his club and clutched his arm.   
      
   "Dude, I'm sorry!"  Jimmy cried out in horror as Langly moaned in   
   pain.   
      
   One of the newcomers laughed.  "By all means, continue your phasor   
   fight.  We're going to play through."   
      
   "It's lightsaber you moron," Langly growled, glaring at the   
   two `plaid encased' jerks who had been dogging them at every   
   hole.  "And you'll go ahead of us over my dead body."   
      
   "That should be by the ninth hole the way you two play," laughed the   
   second golfer.   
      
   "Langly!"  Jimmy grabbed the hacker by the arm and pulled him away   
   from the other golfers. "Dude, they're not worth it," He lowered his   
   voice whispering, "besides Frohike and Byers are gonna be mad if   
   that smuggler says something incriminating and we don't record it."   
      
   Langly shot the laughing golfers a furious look but allowed himself   
   to be dragged back by Jimmy, not that he had much choice.  He   
   snagged his golf bag and stalked off toward the water hazard since   
   Jimmy insisted on playing each hole through.   
      
      
   *****   
      
   "I can't bend my fingers," Langly complained several holes later.   
      
   "I said I was sorry."   
      
   "You smash my hand with your golf club and that's all you can say?"   
   Langly whined. "All the bones in my hand are probably broken.  I'll   
   never be able to hack again."   
      
   Jimmy was tired of apologizing.  "They're not broken just a little   
   stiff.   Quite belly aching already and hit the ball."  He   
   grinned.  "If you can."   
      
   "Nenenene," Langly muttered under his breath. Gripping his club, he   
   swung at the ball, missing completely.  The second swing was harder   
   and faster.   
      
   "The sky is falling.  The sky is falling!"  Jimmy laughed.   
      
   "Thank you for the commentary…Henny Penny."  Jimmy continued to   
   laugh.  "It's your turn."  Langly backed away to give Jimmy room.  A   
   devilish smile curved his lips.  He spoke in an announcer's   
   whisper.  "And Jimmy Bond is up next.  As we wait for him to swing,   
   we'll check the highlights of his game so far."  When Jimmy glared   
   at him, Langly just shrugged. "Jimmy's favorite part of the course   
   so far seems to be the sand traps and water hazards.  And we must   
   not forget that brilliant stroke that sent the ball across the   
   highway, hitting the side of a semi truck."   
      
   "Langly,"  Jimmy warned.   
      
   Langly grinned innocently waiting until Jimmy brought his club   
   back.  "And he hits the ball.  Look at that baby fly.  Its going   
   up..up..up and it bounces off a tree before disappearing into the   
   woods.  That ball is gone!"  Pretending his golf club was a   
   microphone, he asked." Jimmy Bond, how does it feel to lose your   
   thirteenth ball half way through the game?"   
      
   "Get that out of my face," Jimmy complained.  They heard a   
   distant `FORE!'  coming from behind them.  They turned to see a golf   
   ball arc high in the sky then land neatly in front of Langly.   
      
   "It's them!"  Langly growled.  "That's it.  No more Mr. Nice Guy!"   
   Moving around so he was facing the other golfer, he lined up his   
   club with the ball then swung with all his might.   
      
   "You hit it!"  Jimmy said in amazement.  They watched the ball fly   
   toward the other golfer.  Jimmy's eyes widened.  "Oh.  that's not   
   good."   
      
      
   ****   
      
      
      
   Yves propped her hands on her hips; glaring at the two men in the   
   jail cell.  Langly's hand was bandaged and they both looked   
   absolutely mortified.   
      
   "Just how," she demanded in her sternest voice, "do you assault   
   someone with a golf ball?"   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
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