What do you think when I say armed drug dealer..? A fierce, take-no-prisoners type of man..? Well I always think that... So I am just going to have to change everyone opinions on that aren't I..? I hope you like my latest fanfiction... I haven't really thought of what the whole plot will be so help will be appreciated. Please Review :)
"I'm sorry!" He looked into the face of his should-be target. The men either side of him tugging him back as he struggled against them.
"Sorry..? My perfect boyfriend asks you to kill me and when I catch you, you say sorry?" Her voice echoed around the empty car park.
He looked up at the dark, unwavering, merciless eyes. Deep black. Like her heart. Her face twisted into a cruel smirk as she saw the man on the floor quivering in front of her. His eyes never left the metal gun that was being loaded before him.
"He has my children!" He shrieked desperately as she stepped closer, gun loaded, until the cool metal touched his temple.
He thrashed about violently in a last ditch attempt, as he did so she stepped forward and displayed a hard, neat kick into his guts. His cries subsided into low moans.
"If my boyfriend hasn't killed your children by now, I know who will..." She paused weighing up his reaction, she wasn't disappointed. He turned pale and kicked out, again.
"Say your last words, Craig." She was the last voice that echoed in his mind and the last image he saw in his eyes.
The sound of a gunshot echoed through the empty Car Park.
A dead body fell to the floor.
"Wake up, Sleepyhead!" Mickey awoke with a jolt as a load of paperwork was dropped unceremoniously onto his desk.
He glanced up disorientated to seeing Sam Nixon's disapproving face looming over him.
As she stalked away, Mickey saw Phil's head bobbing out from a mountain of paperwork.
"What's happening..?" Mickey felt his head straightening out.
"Did you have a late one last night..?" Thinking about it Mickey reckoned he couldn't even remember last night. He reached into his pocket to get out the omnipresent pills which he kept for moments like this. Mickey felt himself only vaguely remember coming into the nick that morning just to fall into a slumber the moment he got to his desk.
"Briefing in five!" Jack's voice filled CID, making Mickey feel like Jack was blowing sixty foghorns at the same time in his ear.
"Ugghhh." Phil couldn't help but laugh at the situation, in front of him that he so often he found himself in.
Finally, he walked into the briefing room with a steaming cup of caffeine in his grasp and a more decent idea of where he actually was. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at the case board. There were pictures of a corpse.
" Sorry for the pictures, I know they aren't really what you want to see first thing in the morning. Anyway, last night, Craig Stratton, a known petty thief was found dead in Lipton Car Park. We had suspicions that he was involved in a drugs ring. We think the drugs ring was headed up by the Collin's."
Jack tapped the screen and two pictures appeared. Jack gestured to the first of the two pictures which showed a lean looking man. He was unshaven and ragged but even then he had a good looking face. His air was one of a cruel, pitiless and ruthless man. "Christopher Collin. He may look like a ring leader and the man pulling the strings but you're wrong. She," He pointed at the adjacent picture that showed a small brunette girl that looked Mickey thought looked a bit like Beth Green, But then what do I know..? "-is the one that does everything. He is just her puppet and she is the one pulling all the strings. We believe that Kayleigh and her boyfriend, Mark Upton, were planning on importing ten thousand pounds worth of cocaine into the country. We had about a team set up to ambush them but something went wrong... Kayleigh showed up with her gang of hooligans in tow, which includes her brother, all in all the only person who didn't show up was Mark, oh and the ten thousand pounds worth cocaine."
"Trouble in paradise, eh..?" Mickey whispered to Phil, who grunted in response.
"We believe that that had something to do with Craig. But this is just guess work..."
"So what evidence do we have..?" Trust Neil Manson to ask only about the information that could get a result. Mickey felt himself wonder where all this was heading.
"None, so far."
"Then what are we doing here...?" Smooth.
"We're planning on sending one lucky CID officer, who will be chosen depending on our options, undercover with her. Kayleigh Collin. Their job would have to be to get close to her and find out everything about her. Everything about the drugs ring she runs and know where she is and what she does 24/7. Don't be fooled by the looks, she is extremely dangerous... And if that isn't enough her brother is not one to be messed with."
Every bloke in the room turned to look at the picture of the small brunette woman and into her dark black eyes. Everyone of them thinking the same thing 'I could handle her'.
Her small figure meant that any bloke would immediately presume that she was no problem, but in reality she could take on most of the guys in CID without breaking a sweat. She had a love for karate when she was younger, which she paid for through stealing, and it most certainly paid off now.
Mickey glanced over to Jack who was still talking and was now pointing at pictures of people, who were probably the band of hooligans. If I go to this it will give me a good interesting case for once AND get me out of paperwork. It's a win win situation.
Mickey felt himself propel out of his chair along with half of CID when the briefing was over. All of them intent on getting this case.
"Yo, Mickey..!" Mickey grimaced slightly at the noise, an action which wasn't missed by Phil, "Sorry, still a bit loud..?"
Mickey glared. At that point Sam walked past and glanced at Phil, "You're not gunna try get the case are you..?"
"You bet I am!" Phil grinned arrogantly.
"I can tell that you're definitely your normal cocky self, but I have to say that only men can sign up, so that means you can't." Phil's smile faded a bit but after a moment his mask came up. I don't know why they don't just get together, I mean, this love-hate relationship thing really annoys me. Especially, because of the elephants that are still tap dancing in my head. He looked back up at Phil only to see that while he had been talking to himself Phil and Sam had switched back to flirting mode.
"Ugh, you two get a room." Both turned red and Sam made a rapid departure murmuring to herself about how she didn't like Phil. Even someone as oblivious as Gary Best could see their chemistry.
Phil swivelled his chair back round and glared at Miceky, "What was that for..? I was in there..." Mickey snorted in reply.
"Yeah right! Anyway... You seem pretty certain that you'll get that case. But sorry to break it to you, I am gunna get that job!"
"Pff! I bet you fifty quid I will!"
"Deal."
Jack watched this exchange with amused eyes. I know who's side I'm on, Mickey's. Always Mickey's.
Jack looked around at the rest of CID and smiled. He thought, They have no idea what they're getting themselves into but at least for once they're eager...
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