Undercover Cop 2.
Chapter 1.
Jack suddenly awoke from his nightmare, puffing and panting. He'd had another dream about Martha, well, another flashback. The memory relived in his head, the one where Jenny had knocked Martha off the cliff. Jack sat up to find Tony and Lucas by his side, both looking equally as concerned. This was the 3rd night in a row that he'd woken up in such a state, even though Jenny was now locked up, he still didn't feel that she was being made suffer enough for taking such a precious life away, but in the eyes of the law, justice had been made.
About a week after the assault, Jack assured his fellow police officers that he was able to arrest Dave, he wanted to do it for Martha. He hadn't realised though, that he'd also have to explain about Martha's death, and watch Dave's reaction to it. Dave, was quite upset, but he wasn't as upset as he should be. Dave took this in rather quickly and then started to complain for his arrest, it dawned on Jack that his beliefs were true, Dave hadn't loved Martha, maybe he wanted to love her, but he didn't, and never had. Jack ensured that Dave went down for everything, the drugs, the threatening behaviour, the killings and most of all, the assaults on Martha. After Dave had been sent to prison, Jack was very pleased that he'd accomplished something that meant so much to Martha, it was just a shame that she couldn't be there to witness it.
He walked into the Holden house, for the first time in weeks. Tony and Lucas followed shortly behind, carrying the suitcases. Tony put his hand on his eldest sons shoulder.
"I'm sorry mate, you've done everything she wanted though, she'd be proud of you." Tony knew how much Jack was hurting, by the way Jack had acted the last two weeks Tony could tell that he'd really loved Martha, quite like Tony had loved Jack's mum, so he knew how desperately upset Jack was feeling inside. Jack thanked his dad and left to his room, carrying the two suitcases packed full with things. As he looked around his room, he noticed an opened draw with something peaking out. He went over to investigate, pulling out photo of him and Martha. He stared in a trance at the photo, he'd tried so hard to keep his emotions bottled up inside the past couple weeks, but it was unbearable. He slumped on the floor, photo in his hand, as a few silent tears ran down his cheek. He rested his head in his hands.
Jack woke up, facing the picture. 'Must have dozed off' he thought, gently putting the photo down on the side, trying to spare himself the pain of thinking of Martha again. He got up and walked into the kitchen and straight to the fridge, bypassing a worried Lucas and Tony.
"Listen, mate, Alf is coming over, he wants to sort out some of the stuff with you." Tony said. "But I'm sure he'll understand if you're not feeling up to it." Lucas and Tony were now leaning against the back of the sofa, looking at Jack who was pouring himself some orange juice.
"No, it's fine, I might aswell do it now." Jack sipped his orange juice, staring out the window.
"You sure mate because I can just tell-" Tony began, but Jack turned around sharply.
"I said it's fine." He snapped. Jack walked slowly over to his dad and Lucas, who were both shocked by Jack's out of character reaction. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you." He sighed, sitting down opposite them on the armchair. "I just want to get it over and done with."
Martha woke up with the sun glaring into her eyes and a cold flannel resting on her forehead. She panicked as she looked around at her unfamiliar surroundings. She was in a dingy house that looked like it was in need of a good cleaning, and definitely a feminine touch. As she got up, she felt her body ache, but persisted in looking around. 'Where am I?' She thought. 'The last thing I can remember is…' Thoughts of Jack and Jenny flew across her mind. Jack was dead, and Jenny could get away with it. She needed to get out and make sure Jenny pays for what she's done, she had to do it for herself, and for Jack. She panicked as she struggled with the door, frantically trying to open it. She moved over to the other door, but it was locked aswell. 'Hang on' she thought, 'there's not necessarily a bad reason for why I'm here. Someone may have saved me, and was just looking after me, and here I am, freaking out!' She then heard footsteps coming towards the room, almost like a reply to her thinking. The door sprung open.
"Oh, your up. You've been here for about a week now, you only woke up to get some food and then doze back off! I could tell you weren't going to stay awake, you were all in a daze and not thinking straight." A tall, handsome man smiled at her, slowly shutting the door behind him. Martha smiled, 'he looks nice and friendly' she thought.
"Hi! Erm, I don't mean to sound rude, but I really need to go, it's urgent." She said, "Thank you for helping me." She started to make her way to the door, when he reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere, you have to stay here, with the others." He smiled, pulling her towards another door. Martha panicked.
"No! Please! I really need to go!" She shouted, trying to get away from his tight grasp, but it was no use, he was too strong. He pushed her through the door and then slammed it shut, locking it before he walked away with a smile across his face.
"That's 4."