Hello There.


Hey Doyle, wait up! Bodie's yell echoed around the parking lot and scared a few scrawny pidgins off their perch in a bare tree. Doyle turned and waved to acknowledge his partner, stopping to let him catch up.
What's the hurry? You got a girl you're not telling me about?
Doyle grinned and shook his head.
Nah, just a few chores to do. Wanna make the most of the time off.
I know better ways to spend time off pal.
Yeah I bet you do.
Bodie grinned in response to the cackle that followed.
Yeah well, if I can't persuade you to have just one drink... he trailed off hopefully, but Doyle was shaking his head and Bodie sighed exaggeratedly.
All right then sunshine. Your loss.
Bodie sauntered off towards his car missing the amused grin on his partner's face. When he looked back, half hoping Doyle would be following him, he was in time to see the distinctive Capri roll out of the parking lot.
Oh well,' he thought to himself, there's always next time.'
- - -

It had been a great night. Bodie lay sprawled on his couch, stretching contentedly as he sipped the last of his scotch with a grin of pure relaxation on his face. It had defiantly been a great night. Sandra had been everything he had hoped she would be and then some. Although they hadn't done anything bedroom related that night, she had more or less promised something more interesting for the following date. Which would be taking place on Wednesday.
Great night,' Bodie thought to himself, drifting off to sleep.

He had no idea what woke him later that night. A sudden sense of panic and fear had flared through him, but his sleep addled mind was struggling to identify the emotions and he lay back on the couch, attempting to relax again. The he sat bolt upright again, a single word flying through his mind an lodging itself there like a bullet. Doyle.

Bodie grabbed the phone and his fingers automatically dialled the number of his best friend. He didn't realise he had moved until he heard the phone ring on the other end of the line. In the minute it took for the phone to be answered, Bodie started sweating in fear. His heart was pounding painfully fast in his chest when Doyle finally answered.


His voice was thick with sleep and Bodie realised he had woken his perfectly all right partner up at quarter past two in the morning, for next to no reason. He quickly assessed his options for dealing with the situation and chose to be his typical self.
Good morning sunshine. I just thought you might like to now exactly what you missed by not visiting the pub with me.
Bodie? Do you have any idea what time it is?
All to well,' he thought to himself. But of course, that's not what he said.

It's about five minutes past the time it was when I walked in, he replied, with barely even a second between Doyle's question and his answer. He heard a low groan on the other end of the phone.
You only just got in? The Cow's gonna kill you Bodie.
Only if he finds out.
Well I'll kill you then, for waking me up, Doyle snarled, obviously annoyed by the smug confidence in his partner's voice.
All right then sunshine, said Bodie, in a hurt tone of voice. I'll just have to tell you all about it tomorrow then. Sweet dreams.
He hung up before Doyle could respond.

Short as the conversation had been, it had allied the fear he had been feeling about his partners well being. Sighing comfortably, Bodie settled back down on to the couch, eyes already slipping closed.

How could he have known that in less that twenty four hours time, Doyle's flat would be broken in to, and Doyle himself shot and left for dead, by a young Chinese woman, attempting to avenge her father's death?


Oh well. It got it out of my system anyway. Not that it matters any because nobody is reading any of this stuff. If you are, please review and let me know that this fantastic show has not been forgotten.