Old Dogs, New Tricks

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So this is a new fic idea of mine, the 1st chapter is set around the pilot ep of NT. A friend on Twitter told me that she was sure that the BBC wrote an episode when Sandra and Gerry got together, so I'm kind of going to do that. It's quite a strange idea but stick with it!

Some of the cases in this fic are going to be fictional, and some chapters in this are going to be based around certain episodes of NT.

Please review this as I'm not quite sure about this fic!

Laura xxx

Chapter 1-Anger

I'm fuming. Why did I have to shoot that bloody dog? I'm so daft, now everybody is laughing at me. You shoot one bloody dog in this country and the media goes crazy. It's all over the papers, on the telly, on the radio…

Bevan calls me into his office a couple of days after the incident. I don't like him at all; he's not the greatest bosses ever. But at least he's quite keen on modern technology and new policing methods.

"Ah, Sandra, take a seat" he smiles at me. I hang my coat up and sit down, my heart thudding with nerves. I hope that I don't get suspended.

"Here at the Metropolitan Police, we are constantly finding ways to keep up with modern technology. What I'm saying is that we here would like you to take part in a new initiative. Three retired policemen are going to come back to work with you as their boss. And, it's going to be televised." He says.

My mind is reeling. This is my punishment for shooting a bloody dog?!

'Sir, is there no other option?' I know I'm clutching at straws but I've got to try and get out of this, right?

"No Sandra. I thought that you'd jump at the chance? Anyway, the TV crew will be in on Monday. They are thinking of naming the TV show "Old Dogs, New Tricks."

I'm stunned. Do I not have any say in this at all?!

'Sir, please may I choose the members of the team myself?' I ask hopefully. "Yes." Bevan answers. "You may go now." He continues.

I want to fight back, to beg to go back to my old team. But I know it won't work. Bevan's mind is made up, and I know nothing can change it. It's all arranged, and I have had no say in anything. At all.

I get up and walk out, slamming the door on purpose.