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Sauntering along the corridor towards custody Emma stuffed her hands deeper into her never-ending pockets. Hearing footsteps close the gap between them she half turned only too late realising it was Smithy and she'd played right into the hands of his favourite trick.
Falling forwards over his outstretched foot her arms tugged unsuccessfully at the hands clamped tight in the material of her pockets. As she fell her eyes closed automatically although at that same moment his strong arms were already closing tight around her, pulling her back. "You shouldn't put your hands in your pockets, you should be ready for anything." He reminded her sternly, winking as his eyes twinkled characteristically.
"Yeah…hands no pockets." Emma breathed a sigh of relief as she leant heavily into him.
Will smiled slightly as Beth passed him his third coffee of the day so far, tripping on the uneven pavement the scalding hot light swept his arm sending him flying into his seat. "Jesus Beth!" He yelped as he scrambled from the car, shaking boiling droplets onto the pavement below.
"I'm sorry." Beth mumbled as she opened the cap on her water bottle and doused his arm with it. I" just fell."
Looking up at her he smiled. "Oh no problem at all dear, I like to believe that I'm resistant to any form of attack…including the 'Beth kind'."
Giggling she hugged him round the middle, his arms wrapping round her a sure sign of forgiveness. Separating them Will smiled, Beth was like another little sister…as if having one wasn't bad enough! Still, it was nice to have someone who brought a whole new perspective to them job even if at sometimes hers was slightly naive.
Jolting from his daydreams Will grappled for his radio which was crackling loudly as Gina's voice issued from it. "PC Fletcher, Tony will be coming to swap over with you in a matter of minutes. He'll be paired with Beth while you come back to the nick. CID need you for something."
Shaking his arm so the last drips of coffee dropped to the ground Will smiled, always keen to get away from the monotonous tasks they were given out on the beat and up into CID where the real action was. "Laters Beth." He laughed as she pouted forlornly at him, her puppy dog eyes doing all the talking. "Hey…Tony's not that bad!"
Slipping into the driver's seat as Tony threw him the keys, Will waved them off as he pulled out into the steady flow of traffic, manoeuvring the car through the streets of Canley, a map that was now ingrained so far in his mind he could do it in his sleep.
Emma tumbled up the stairs to CID, her large black uniform boots clonking on the steps as she placed one foot in front of the other, pushing on the heavy swing door which led to the incident room. "Ma'am." She murmured as she dropped into one of the waiting chairs, acknowledging Mickey and Stevie with a simple nod of her head. In front of her, blue tacked to the board were several intimidating pictures and a whole bunch of names and dates which as of yet made no sense to her whatsoever.
Having only heard her name passed along in a conversation between herself, Smithy and Gina she looked around, wondering who on earth they could be waiting for and why they were taking so long to get to this rather important meeting.
Her answer arrived in the form of a puffed out Will Fletcher who nodded to those in the room and raised his hand briefly before collapsing on the opposite side of the table from Emma, a small smile tugging at his lips as she grinned over at him, her index and third finger tapping jokingly on her watch face.
"Sorry I'm late Ma'am…traffic was murder." He apologised as Sam cleared her throat and rose at the far end of the table.
"Oh I'm quite aware of London's traffic problems PC Fletcher. Let's just hope you're more punctual on this operation or maybe that problem will fix itself with Emma to keep an eye on you." She replied crisply although there was a slight twinkle in her eye, giving her away.
"Operation…Emma?" Will asked, confusing lining his brow as he turned to look at his best friend who was also scratching her head and looking between Will and the DI.
Giggling Stevie leant back in her seat surveying the scene before her. "Yes Emma…Will…as you probably are not aware these three men on the board behind me are just the beginnings of a whole host of people involved in a new drugs ring importing cocaine and distributing most of the major players in Canley." Sam flicked her marker pen over the three faces on the board behind her, each time leaving a little click as the marker struck the page.
"And this has what to do with us?" Emma pondered aloud, still wriggling up her nose as she tried to make sense of it all.
Mickey kicked his feet up onto the table, sure that the meeting would be done by the time Stevie decided that donuts would be appropriate. "You two will be tracking these men closely. Well you will be tracking this man to be precise." She said as she pressed her finger against the cheek of the man in the middle, the one labelled Christopher Martin. "The others are being taken care of by the stations on their patch. Chris however…he's ours as he currently takes up residence at 114 Glanville Street." Sam read off a sheet of paper, still fresh from the printer, as Mickey had handed it to her just minutes before.
Turning to smile at Will – Emma opened her mouth again. "So…like an undercover?" She asked, unable to mask the excitement in her voice.
"Yeah…like an obbo but with undercover roles. If all you can do is follow him then fair enough but if you can integrate yourself - even if it's just for five minutes – into his life and his goings on then so much for the better." Sam replied, the laughter still sparkling in her eyes as she watched Emma's face light up having never been undercover before.
Passing them both folders stuffed full of information Stevie smirked at them. "And this isn't bedtime reading guys…you'll be leaving for the undercover in under an hour."
Groaning Will whacked himself around the head with the heavy folder, shaking himself back to the real world as it span before him. "Come on twerp we gotta get into civvies." Emma laughed as she hauled him upright from his chair, dragging him from the room with her.
"Those two would make such a cute couple." Stevie smiled as the three of them stood at the window watching them play-fight through the slatted blinds.
Rolling their eyes Mickey and Sam turned away from the window. "Yeah and they're the only ones who can't see it." They informed her, the seasoned staff being the ones wielding all the previous relationship history.
Bouncing along the corridor with the enthusiasm of a four-year-old on speed Emma swung through the door of the girls' locker room. "Emzie…?" Will laughed as he held the door open with his foot.
"Yuh." Emma grinned as she appeared, half covered by the door between them.
"I take it you're excited about this then?" He asked, his hand pressed against the doorjamb.
"Uhhh understatement of the century William. See you in ten minutes." She smiled as she shut the door, forgetting Will's hand to be in the way. As she heard his shout of pain she pulled the door quickly back into her, her face falling as she saw his bloodied shirt, the telltale-missing strip of skin ripped from the top of his hand. "Oh mi god I'm so sorry!" She wailed as she held his hand up to the light as he winced.
"It's kay." He muttered as he pulled it close to his chest, out of her reach. "Maybe you and Beth are more alike than I thought." Seeing her frown he took a deep breath before he exhaled his reply. "She spilled boiling coffee on me earlier."
"Whoops…so you're not having such a good day then." She bit her lip as she tugged him into the locker room where there was a first aid kit hanging. "Hold still." She murmured as she pressed an antiseptic wipe against his cut, sending him reeling backwards.
"Jesus Christ Em." He breathed deeply as he tried to stop the wincing.
"Just hold still, it'll be over before you know it." She murmured as she continued to wipe the cut clean, the blood still pouring off. "God how much do you bleed Will? Your shirt is bloody getting in the way!" She complained as the white material swamped her hand again as it rolled back down his arm.
Reaching her hands up automatically she began to unbutton his shirt, thinking nothing of it until her hands brushed the bare skin around his stomach as she untucked it, her mind rewinding to the desperate tugging at clothes, his hands on her skin as hers lit a fire on his. Lips pressed tight together they'd stumbled backwards through into his bedroom. His hand pressing down on hers brought her back to reality with a bump, as she pulled his shirt off his shoulders and he shrugged it to the floor behind them.
Sitting herself down in front of Will she cleaned off the rest of the blood, throwing the dirty wipe over into the waste bin where it landed leaving a clean ping as it dropped to the bottom. "Nice shot." Will grinned as Emma went straight back to work, bandages being wound around his throbbing hand followed by tape and then a soft kiss.
"What was that for?" He asked quietly as they got to their feet, Emma's arm outstretched to steady herself, gripping loosely onto Will's bare skin.
"…That…that was for me to know and you to find out." She smirked as she pushed him from the room, still holding his shirt in her hand.