HORSES FOR COURSES.
Right then, this is an old and unfinished story, now under way again, I've replaced chapters one and two and just made a few fiddly adjustments, but in the main they are unchanged.
Gina tried hard not to lose her temper, "Smithy, you are behaving like an arse! Get in the bloody taxi!"
"Gina, I totally reshpect you, you are the besht, but let me go back an' get Amber" Slurred Smithy
"I will not!" Snapped Gina "Either get in the taxi or I'll damn well arrest you myself!"
Smithy did his best to look shocked "You can't arresht me for wantin' to sh.."
Gina cut him off quickly "That's enough! Get in your taxi now!" and added as an afterthought "And give me your mobile"
Smithy conceded defeat and threw himself into the back of the taxi, "Why my 'phone?" He asked
" 'Cos Amber doesn't know where you live and I want to keep it that way! Go on I'll see you at 2 tomorrow and you can count yourself lucky if I don't discipline you!"
"But Gina…" He tried in his most persuasive tone, Gina cut him off with her trademark filthy look that needed no words "OK" he sighed, handing over the phone "You are mean by the way" He moaned slamming the car door and telling the cab driver his address.
Gina watched the taillights of the cab disappear round the corner and smiled, he'd thank her tomorrow, Amber! Good God what was the boy thinking? She jumped as Smithy's phone started to vibrate in her hand, grimacing she hit the cancel button and 'Amber calling' stopped flashing on the screen.
Sergeant Dale Smith laid his head on his desk his gaze fixed on the filing cabinet opposite; He'd want to climb in that when Gina got her hands on him. He groaned as the 'phone on his desk rang "Sergeants' office" he croaked
"Ah, Sergeant Smith" said Gina's disembodied voice "My office, now" Smithy glared at the filing cabinet as the line went dead, it looked like the lesser of two evils right now.
Knocking on the Inspectors door, Smithy entered and shut it behind him, collapsing in a chair.
"Drink?" Smirked Gina, waving a tumbler of whiskey under his nose, fighting waves of nausea, he shook his head. "Thought not," she said "Now then, I thought Custody for you today, seeing as you would be a liability out on patrol"
Smithy hated custody "I'll be fine, probably not a good idea to drive though"
"Fine" said Gina, turning away to hide her smirk "Area car with Amber then"
The memories of the previous night re-visited him not for the first time, of Gina practically dragging him away from an over eager Amber, not that he was exactly trying to get away himself – far too much beer he decided, not a good idea him and Amber, actually he'd rather of taken June home.
"Custody it is then" he said standing up "And why did you ring when I was just across the corridor?" he asked, frowning
"Because I wanted to see you wince when the phone rang!" replied Gina cheerfully "And speaking of phones, here's yours, er Amber called" she teased one eyebrow raised, Smithy snatched the phone and slammed out of the office, immediately regretting the noise he really didn't need to make.
"I see Inspector Gold foiled your plans for Smithy last night" said PC Honey Harman to PC Amber Johansson, as they sat in the area car, Amber glared at her a moment "He was doing all the running actually" She snapped
"Yeah, right" laughed Honey " 'Cos you aint been after him since you got here at all have you?"
"No!" retorted Amber "Why would I want an a stroppy middle aged sergeant when there's so much more on offer"
"Like who?" Honey's eyebrows shot up
"Never you mind," replied Amber
"And Smithy's not middle aged, or stroppy, you just have to know how to handle him, that's all" said Honey
"Sounds like you wanna handle him yourself," giggled Amber
Honey ignored her as the radio crackled to life "Sierra Oscar to all units" Echoed Dean "Disturbance reported at 47 Stones Road, any one deal?"
"Sierra Oscar from 222, show us dealing," said Amber as the area car shot away from its stationary position and headed for Stones road.
The scene was one of confusion when they arrived, a woman was throwing clothes and shoes out of an upstairs window, a man was cowering under the porch of the house while another woman was shouting abuse at the window.
"Well, if you can't give him what he wants what do you expect!" Screeched the woman on the ground
"If by that you mean I'm not a slut, then you are welcome to the lying, cheating little git!" retorted the window, followed by a briefcase, which landed smartly at Ambers' feet "OI!" she shouted "PACK IT IN"
"And you lot can sod off too!" Yelled the woman on the ground, ducking as a shoe narrowly missed her head
"I suggest you watch your mouth and move," advised Honey, moving to the front door "What's going on?" She asked the slightly balding man in the porch "Wife meets mistress" he sighed "I didn't want her to come" he nodded toward the woman now by the area car, giving Amber her version of events, "But she insisted, I just wanted to collect my clothes" He finished
"Well, looks like you have them" Honey observed, the barrage of belongings had stopped from the window "If I were you I'd get that lot and your, er, companion in your car and leave, what's your name?"
"Florman, Andrew Florman, Interior designer" He handed Honey a card, ignoring the outstretched hand Honey turned to the door "And your wife's name?"
"Caroline" He replied
Honey rang the doorbell, and crouched level with the letterbox "? Caroline? Could you open the door please?"
"No, no that's my wife!" the man gestured to the woman with Amber "That loony in there is my mistress, well ex now I suppose, her name's Leanne Barr"
Honey looked confused as the door flew open and the woman rocketed through the door and launched herself at the man "You bastard!" she yelled as she attacked him
"Gerroff!" yelped the man "Help!" he beseeched Honey, who already had the woman restrained "Calm down!" she ordered "Anymore of that and you'll be coming with us!" The woman relaxed in Honeys' grip, so Honey loosened her hold "Would someone like to tell me what the hell's goin on?" asked Honey "You are ' mistress?…."
"Ex" corrected the woman
"Sorry ex-mistress" she amended just as the woman launched herself at the hapless man again.
"So let me get this straight," ventured Smithy "This is his mistress, and that's his wife, and he was leaving the mistress to go back to the wife and it's all kicked off?"
"That's about it sarge" Said Honey, a huge brawl had erupted and all three people had been arrested.
Smithy scratched his head, "Right 1,2 and 3 please and get this cleared up quickly, I need these cells for the CID prisoners"
"Anything for you sarge" smouldered Amber as she escorted a prisoner to the cells, Smithy looked decidedly uncomfortable, as Honey smirked at him he looked at her "Nowhere to be?" he snapped
"Sorry Sarge" she smiled "I'll leave you with Amber then should I?"
" 'Ere" Smithy checked the coast was clear and gestured to Honey "Has she said anything?"
"Not really" reflected Honey "Why you fancy her?"
"No!" spluttered Smithy "Just didn't want her getting the wrong idea"
"Bit late for that, she's under the impression you were chasin' her last night"
"Oh God!" he groaned, moving away as Amber re-appeared.
"You on duty tomorrow sarge?" Asked Amber
"Yes, same as you and the rest of us, the football match" he snapped
"Oh good, who am I paired with? You?" she asked
"No!" he almost yelled "I mean I don't know yet, Inspector Gold will organize all that tomorrow"