I know this is short, but that is generally because it is a preface. I put this up so if you don't like it, you won't bother with the next chapter. This is my very first FanFic, so I would appreciate it if you review truthfully and honestly. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters written about in this chapter. I don't own the Bill. If I do, it would still be on.
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Inspector Dale Smith (or "Smithy", as he was better known stood before the crowd of his fellow police officers, who were listening attentively to whatever information he would be giving them.

He watched them, entirely allowing the sole purpose of standing there be forgotten, as they settled down, conversation streaming from their mouths. He nearly laughed to himself as he saw a secret smile being swapped between Grace and Neil. Who'd have thought?

You didn't have to be psychic to see that something would come up between Kirsty and Leon. They walked in at separate times, ignoring, avoiding each other. They didn't smile at oen-another or even say "Hey," like they had before the night they kissed and went home together. Smithy wondered if they would acknowledge the others existence if Mickey hadn't discovered the footage of them going to Leon's house together. And EVERYONE at the station knew what had happened AT the house.

Actually, Smithy wondered about Stone. Sergeant Callum Stone. He had the "live-alone-die-alone" look about him.

Smithy then realised that his colleagues had stopped talking. He wondered if the figure of speech "going bright red" wasn't a total cliché after all.

"Right," he began after clearing his throat to gain attention, which he didn't really need to do; he could already feel all eyes cutting into his skin. "We all know him." He pointed his finger to a photograph of a scruffy looking man that was taped to a whiteboard.

"Mark Jackson, drug dealer," Mickey supplied to his blank-faced work-mates, saving Smithy the embarrassment. But Mickey couldn't possibly pass up the opportunity. "You're welcome, Smithy."

The laughter from his colleagues was muffled into their hands.

"Right," Smithy sighed. "Sorry, back to the case. Mark Jackson, suspected of killing Peter Harry, fellow dealer."

"Peter Harry…" Kirsty contemplated. Smithy chuckled to himself as all heads snapped in the direction of Kirsty. Leon was the exclusion of this; he could not meet her gaze. Kirsty then continued. "I think I arrested him for dealing before. Yeah, me and Leon did. Remember that, Leon?" she turned to him.

Leon seemed oblivious to what was going on. He seemed more interested in his black leather shoes then the case.

"Leon?" Kirsty repeated.

Mel took advantage of his lack of attention. "You know, Leon, it's really hot in here. I'm going to take all my clothes off, then dance around you like a stripper."

Leon didn't move even slightly for a second, but his senses eventually did return, because a moment after, he looked up, startled. "What?" he asked, confused.

"Nice of you to join us, PC Taylor," smirked Smithy, glad not to be the centre of attention for the first time that morning. His other colleagues snickered with him, but Kirsty was in his favour.

"Back to the case?" she suggested.

Smithy agreed, though rather reluctantly. "Right," He nodded. "So, Peter Harry is found dead outside his home, bullet wound in his back. Eddie is guessing surprise attack, he was unaware of the gun, or he saw it and bolted, hence he is shot."

Smithy paused for a moment, allowing the others to soak up the given information. "Anyway, so a gun WAS found at the scene, complete with fingerprints: Harry's."

Smith never had been able to help himself. He loved watching those little, almost passive arguments between Kirsty and Stone. But he also enjoyed making Kirsty and Leon spend some "quality time" together. Or maybe… no, Smithy was getting a little too carried away now. He decided to pick two at random.

"Stone and Mel, you two, go to 48 Alan Drive, Sun hill - Harry's address. I want you to make an arrest." He ordered them

Smithy couldn't help but feel ashamed for his crappy matchmaking skill. Mel and Callum. He also couldn't help but laugh to himself. Mel and Callum. Should have gone with Kirsty and Leon.

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