Thanks for the complement (I was the author of "Miyuki got a Boo-boo aka:
Car Chase Chaos")

Look for my Kodocha and Gunsmith Cat's/Columbo crossover...

Here is a sample of the upcoming story...
A Bill Morse Inspired fic.
Gunsmith Cats and its characters are property of Kenichi Sonada.  Columbo is
property of William Link and Richard Levinson.  Enjoy

Tango For Two
By James Chu

    "What a piece of junk, Rally!  You could tape a penny on its windshield
and double its worth,"  scoffed May.

    "Um...  Roy...  Are you sure this is that *great* cop buddy that you
were talking about?," asked a sweatdropping Rally.

    "Yep...  Hey!  Columbo!  Over here!," shouted Roy as he waved at the
disheveled figure that extricated itself from the battered car.

Rally and May took a long glance at the scuffy, weatherbeaten, ratty
looking, man with the slightly unshaven chin and unkempt hair.  They then
glanced at each other.

    *We are soooo  screwed,*  they thought in unison.
---
(John Doe is the current name of the villian until I find a suitable
moniker...)

    The short man in the rumpled raincoat picked up a knick knack from
John�s desk and paced around.

    �John�may I call you John?  Just one more thing...  Now, I don�t really
know that much about guns and rifles and stuff, but I do know that they tend
to leave shells and casings behind after firing, right?�

    �Your point, Lieutenant?�

    �Well, there were a bunch of dead bodies at the scene, lots of casings,
but the bullets didn�t quite match the casings.  You see, here...,� Columbo
trailed off as he reached into his pocket for something.  He patted several
pockets before finding the elusive object.  �... is a bullet from the
scene.�

    �Yeees...�

    Columbo reached into the same pocket and pulled out a piece of brass.  A
sound, not unlike a car backfiring echoed off in the distance.  He ignored
it.

    �And this is a casing...,� Columbo lectured.

    �Yes, yes, Lieutenant.  Get on with this.  You are wasting my time,�
John spat out.

    �I�m getting to it.  I listened to you, you listen to me, now.  Take a
good look, the base isn�t really deformed at all.  They are .223 caliber
bullets, which, as far as I know, don't fit in nine millimeter casings.
Now, I wager that this wasn�t simple gang warfare,�  The detective scratched
his head a bit and shuffled towards John.  �You were probably killed both of
your associates and took some of their money and drugs and then made it look
like a mutual kill by taking their guns and putting two new pistols down and
spreading the pistols� spent casings around, right?   It was awfully
convenient for you.�

    �Quite,� growled John as he whipped a FN High Power out from under the
desk and pointed it at the detective.  "You're not the bumbling detective
that I thought you were, are you?"

    "Put the gun down, friend.  Shooting me isn't going to delay the
inevitable."

    "No, but it'll be extremely gratifying."

    *spack* *crash*

    John clutched at a bloody hole that was torn through his palm as his
pistol tumbled to the ground.  He writhed about, knocking his chair over and
screaming obscenities.

    �Well, Lieutenant, it seems that the cavalry just arrived, didn�t it ?,�
Rally quipped as she aimed her gun through the shattered window.

notes:

guns:
FN highpower
Cz 75
SIG 226
Taurus 92's
Spectres

cars:
1959 Peugeot convertible, Model 403 -- the car that time forgot... on
purpose.
1967 GT500 Cobra (Shelby)
1968 Dodge Charger (minus a certain confederate flag.... ^_^
1989 Taurus


--
James Chu
Primary Animator for EVA-R
www.eva-r.com
To contact: write to chubacca@clam.rutgers.edu or dance the jig while
waving mackerel around your head, yodel the theme to Cheers in front of a
local McDonalds, or storm the local barbershop and use all the hair
clippings to create a tent ...

"And I'll wear my yellow bunny undies" - C-Ko

"Stupid, STUPID, rat creatures..." - Bone