Cold Hands, Warm Heart

I decided to get off of my bum and write some fan fiction for two reasons:

1) Vikki's Christmas fic made me go all mushy and in need of K/S

2) I have a shiny new laptop that means I can write wherever I want!!!

I hope everyone had a fab Christmas and I am starting the New Year with a new fic!! (Again). This is set now but Kerry did not die, although she still isn't with Smithy and the past events have made her into the person that she is, but can Smithy save her before its too late?

The cold hand dealt her a blow to the side of her head as the glass smashed out of her hand; she had kidded herself that these acts of violence were just his way of getting things out of his system but recently they had become too regular to be classed as that anymore. She had seen so many cases like it but all that experience made no difference when the tables were turned and it was her facing it. She always dreamt that one day she would be saved from this life she had made for herself, it seemed like the worst possibility for many but she knew no different for she was numb from the heartache over the years. She knew that he wouldn't leave her, unlike most of the other men. Although she had a man deep down she knew that this unit was no way strong enough to raise a child and this was only the latest reason for the burst of aggression.

"You stupid, murderous bitch" He was coming towards her at a rate of knots, so fast even that her view was hazed. She shielded herself from the latest blow as his leg dug its way into her side with an almighty force.

"Did you not think that I wouldn't find out, that you aborted our baby" He screamed, his voice not struck with grief but with anger for she was just another outlet for it.

"Please Martin" She cried, inside fearing that this could be the last she would say on the matter and any other matter in fact.

"Please, Oh I will please myself. I'm going to hurt you like you hurt my child. You know how they abort babies do you? First they…" Her screams and cries over rid the malicious words pouring out of his mouth as she was kicked to the floor again.

The next hit was more meaningful, more powerful more hate filled than the previous ones and that one hit was all it took for her to fall to the ground like a wounded soldier defeated in battle.

He stepped away from the bleeding and battered slump on the floor, looking on as if he admired his work. Normally the neighbours kept their heads down and ignored the cries coming from the other side of their walls, but he knew that tonight's were far more blood curdling than previous so with one last look he exited through the backdoor.

Within fifteen minutes of him exiting the police arrived on scene; both uniformed officers but one being male and the other female. The male was tall in build and dark in features, the woman being the opposite but her face was stern. Once realising that there was no way of entry at the front of the property they then went round to the back, looking through the glass French doors they could see her body lying lifeless with a sea of claret flowing from it. With one swipe the window was smashed open and both officers had access to the property. It was essential that they did not move her drastically as the extent of her injuries were unknown but the woman had a clear view of her face as she lay on her side.

Meanwhile the man checked out the house to see if anybody else with living there, and even looking for the possibility of the attacker still being there. Finding nothing he returned back downstairs to the kitchen, on his way in a clear view of the woman was now available. Standing there in shock he just looked at her, her hair still that golden blonde that he remembered only she was paler and something seemed different.

"Sarge, I've called an ambulance" PC Noble said, hoping to wake him from the daze.

"Her names Kerry Young" He replied, that being the only information he could give.

"Do you know her Sarge?" She asked, slightly surprised.

"Erm yeah, she used to work at Sun Hill a few years ago. Is there a pulse?" He asked, his voice becoming apparently shaky.

"Yeah but its weak, she's losing blood." Diane replied, slightly moving her posture to accommodate the deadweight she was crouching by.

After the initial shock of seeing her again Smithy went on autopilot and treated this like any other domestic. Offering the paramedics a hand when they reached the scene Smithy offered to go to the hospital with her while Diane head back to the station and inform CID.

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First Chapter up and running, hope you like!!! Please review it's always nice to get some and at least I know whether you like this story as the style is slightly different.

Thank You,

Lots of Love

Lauren

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