"Ambulance will be here soon. You'll be fine."
Greg closed his eyes and breathed through the pain, thinking back on when and how this drama had started. Must have been 5 weeks now.
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It had been a lovely Sunday afternoon and Greg and Molly were strolling through a Park near her flat. They two of them were going out for a couple of weeks now. Greg had made the step and had asked Molly out when he had found out that she and Tom had broken up. It had taken him a lot of courage and a few awkward tries which had let to nothing except him standing in the morgue red-faced and wanting to leave as fast as possible with whatever evidence Molly had found for a case. But 3 weeks ago he had finally managed to ask her out on a date. They had a great time over dinner and Molly had invited him up to her flat after he had brought her home. From then on he stayed quite regularly at her flat. It was quite a commute to work compared to where he lived but he was a bit ashamed of his crammed little bachelor flat.
Greg had his arm draped around her when he noticed her tensing suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
"You see that guy over there, looking towards us?"
Greg looked in the direction Molly had nodded and saw a man around Molly's age. He had blond short hair and an oval face. The man was slightly bigger than Greg, the muscles on his arm showed that he was well trained but without being too pumped up.
"Yeah, what about him?"
"His name is Keith. I went out with him a couple of times. But after a while he got really possessive and I ended it. Shortly before we got together. He had called me a couple of times and I blocked his number after it had gotten too annoying."
Greg was about to reply when the guy walked towards them.
"Hey Molly. Haven't heard from you in ages. So nice to see you again."
Greg noticed how uncomfortably Molly felt. He pulled her closer to give her some security. Greg made himself a bit bigger and noticed how the body language of Keith changed, becoming more tense.
"Yes, I've been busy." Molly said.
"I can see that." Keith replied shortly looking strangely at Greg, the smile on his face now gone.
Greg was now in full copper mode, sensing that something wasn't quite right with that guy.
"Keith" Keith introduced himself and held is hand out. "And you are?"
"Greg." Greg replied and shook Keith's hand.
"Nice to get to know you, Greg." Keith said in a strange voice and then turned back to Molly.
"Maybe you could give me your new number, to have a chat you know. The one I've got seems to be wrong."
Molly shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea, sorry."
"Look man, it was really nice meeting you but I'm afraid we've gotta go. You know, the others are probably waiting already, Molly." Greg said, trying to get them out of this situation. He had seen enough in his line of duty to know that people like this could snap from one second to the other.
Molly nodded. "Yeah, I think you're right," she turned to Keith "Sorry. Nice chatting with you."
Molly was turning away when Keith grabbed her arm. "Come on, Molly. A coffee. There's nothing to it."
Greg took his hand from Molly's waist and made a step towards Keith. "Don't touch her okay?"
"Or what, old man?" Keith eyed Greg. His body language had become more aggressive but still Keith took a small step away from Greg.
"I could arrest you for harassment, for instance." Greg's whole posture now screamed 'don't try to fuck with me, son' and he showed Keith his warrant card.
Keith looked at it and suddenly started laughing. "Detective Inspector Lestrayed?" he laughed out loud, mispronouncing Greg's surname. "Oh, Molly. You've got yourself a copper now? Well done, girl. Well done." With that he turned around and walked away.
Greg looked at Molly. "You alright?"
"Yes I'm fine. This guy just gives me the creeps every time I see him somewhere."
"Yeah, there's something about him that makes your hair stand up, innit?"
Molly nodded. "Yes. Can we leave? I don't feel very comfortable, knowing he might be still at the park."
"Yes of course. Anything you want to do instead?
"I think I just want to go home."
A couple of weeks later Molly had already forgotten the encounter in the park.
She was working late in the morgue finishing up the paperwork for a post mortem she had recently performed. When she heard a door close a smile crossed her face, thinking that it was Greg to pick up the paperwork as he was the Detective Inspector assigned to that case.
She turned around and froze when she saw Keith standing in the doorway. "So you ditched me for that old man? Wasn't I good enough for you?" He took a few steps towards her and Molly involuntarily flinched.
She collected all her courage and with a voice that wasn't quite her own lied, "no, I ended it with you because we just didn't fit together. You're a great man."
"Liar!" Keith shouted. "Why did you ditch me? I loved you, Molly. I would've done everything for you! You should be together with me, not with that bastard."
Molly secretly slipped her hand in the pocket of her lab-coat and speed-dialled Greg, hoping that he would pick up and send someone over. She stepped away from Keith who had come dangerously close.
"How did you find out where I work?" Molly prayed that Greg was on the other end of the line and had gotten the hint where she was.
"Oh piece of cake. Won't bore you with the details. What counts is that we are together again." He said and reached out to stroke her face. Molly flinched back and her head hit the wall behind her. "Why are you afraid? We belong together. I don't want to hurt you." He put his hands around Molly's face and leaned in to kiss her. He stopped shortly before touching her lips. "But why do you betray me? Why? What have I done? I just wanted to talk to you. Who are you calling?"
Before Molly could react he had reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the mobile. "DI Lestrayed?" He laughed out loud. "Can't be serious with him, eh? Still haven't changed his name in your contacts? Oh Molly, you like playing with us do you? How many man are you fucking right now?" He paused for a couple of seconds. "No don't tell me. I just hope they didn't wear you out. Well I hope it doesn't hit him too hard now, you know, learning that you were just playing with him. That you are still in love with me. He seemed like such a nice guy. I would've liked him if he weren't fucking you. This will probably break his heart forever."
"I don't fucking love you." Molly shouted. "You fucking bastard. What do you want from me?" She struggled to get out of Keith's grip but he had pinned her firmly against the wall.
"Shut up." Keith put the phone to his ear, "Lestrayed?" he said, again mispronouncing Greg's name. "I'm afraid Molly dialled your number by accident. Your service is no longer needed. She's mine now. Good bye." And with that he switched off the phone and put it back it her coat. He loosened his grip on her and ran his hand slowly down her right cheek. "Shhh. I'll be gentle. I promise."
He leaned closer and whispered in her ear: "Oh Molly, why don't you see the potential of you and me? What we could become?"
Molly knew she had to act quick. She brought up her right knee and hit Keith in his crotch. He doubled over and Molly grabbed the next best thing to hit him over the head. Ironically it was a heavy book about the anatomy of the human brain and Molly would have laughed if the situation hadn't been so serious. The book connected with Keith's head and he fell to the floor.
She turned around to run for the door when suddenly a hand closed around her ankle. "Don't. We belong together." Keith pulled her foot back and Molly hit the floor hard.
