Bondi Rescue [harrison reid fanfiction]

bag thief

I collapsed against the sand, panting and dripping in sweat.

Every muscle in my body ached, and screamed in relief when my body eventually gave into its distress and crashed against the ground. Fortunately, I made it back to my original spot, right underneath a 'dangerous swimming' sign, where I left my bag and towel.

So exhausted, all I could focus on was my breathing, and making sure I wouldn't faint from the physical exertion my body just endured. It took nearly five minutes, before I was able to prop myself back up, still firmly aware of the intermittent burning in my muscles. 

Damn, I am out of shape, I thought to myself as I reached for my phone within my bag. 

But my bag wasn't there. 

Instant fear pumped into my blood vessels, as I searched for my bag. I looked around frantically, before scouring along the beach, a few meters away from the sign. But I still had no luck, and instantly cursed under my breath.

"Are you looking for your bag, love?" An older woman asked, sitting a few feet away from the sign. She had a thick accent, along with very pasty skin, scattered with freckles. She practically screamed Irish tourist. 

"Yes ma'am, I left it here before I went for a swim." I explained. I admit, I had been in and out of the water for nearly an hour and a half, and hadn't checked to make sure my bag was there. I was so consumed with practicing for the possible training trials, that I was not aware of my surroundings.

"I saw you, love. Quite the work out," She whistled, with her husband chuckling beside her. "I also saw your bag. One of those lifeguards took it and drove up to the tower. I reckon you can find it there."

I internally rolled my eyes, realizing immediately what the lifeguards had done.

I thanked the couple for their help, before making the trek to the lifeguard watch tower. It was a bit of a walk, since I had positioned myself into the very corner of the South end, where the tide was at its greatest, and few tourists ventured. I wasn't sure what to expect, but as I climbed the stairs to the tower, I felt my heart racing in my chest.

I walked into the tower, not even bothering to knock at the door. As I stood in the doorway, I cleared my throat, instantly drawing the attention of three pairs of eyes.

Two of the pairs of eyes looked smug. The one with the tattoos and striking blue eyes glanced over and shared a satisfied look with the other lifeguard, a blonde young man, who sported a very authentic smile. 

But the last pair of eyes (a very familiar set of crystal blue orbs) looked genuinely surprised.

"I'd get rid of the smug look, before I call the cops on you," I sneer at the blonde and tattooed man. They appear amused by my remark, which only furthered my fury. "How dare you hold people in this very room, accusing them of stealing, when you go out and do it yourself."

Realization dawns on Harrison, and he shoots his friends an exasperated expression.

"Mate, you didn't..."

"Alright, everyone calm down. Don't get your knickers in a wad," the lifeguard with tattoos sighs. He gets up from his seat, and heads towards the back of the tower, for what I assumed is my bag. "And for the record, this was all Maxi's idea."

"No it wasn't!" the blonde -- Maxi -- exclaims. He immediately jumps up from his seat, pointing an accusing finger at the tattooed man. "Jesse is the one that drove down to the South end just to go steal her bag!"

"Hey! I never said I didn't steal it! All I said was that it was your idea!" Jesse retorts. 

"I was voicing my inner thoughts," Maxi shrugs, as he collapses back in his chair. "It's not like you blokes haven't been voicing your inner thoughts all damn morning. If I hear one more time how good her butt looks--"