Assumptions


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Chapter 1

Callum Stone put his head in has hands, he really didn't need this right now, Smithy's words washed over him as his head throbbed.

"An here I am, muggin's, covering your backside, doing your work and all the while you're cosied up with the bleedin' inspector drinking tea and trying to get over your hangover and into her knickers I presume!"

"I'm sorry Smithy, mate, but really don't lecture me"

"I'm not lecturing you, I'm telling` you! And I'm not yer mate!"

"Alright, alright, I've said I'm sorry, it won't happen again"

"Damn right it won't cos if the new inspector can't see through you Heaton will and believe me I'll take it to him, we're sergeants, and we're supposed to lead by example, not get smashed in a club, get into a fight and get nicked by Barton Street"

"I was trying to cool things down!" protested Stone

Smithy, absolutely furious now was letting his temper get the better of him.

"Cool things down? I suppose that's why you called Inspector Weston to bail you out and cover up for you? And all the while you had me working your shift saying you were ill! Inspector Gold would have never stood for this kind of nonsense!"

"Well. I certainly wouldn't be trying to get into her knickers" muttered Callum, which earned him a murderous look from Smithy "You're a bloody idiot" he fumed "I dunno how the hell you made sergeant but I'll prove you're not up to it"

"What's up Smithy? Remind you of yourself do I?" Callum flared, sick of being vilified by him.

"I might have had my moments but I have never behaved as irresponsibly as you!" Smithy faltered, that had been not strictly true.

"Really?" Callum raised his eyebrows "Your reputation precedes you Sergeant Smith, you have had your moments indeed haven't you, prison? Not to mention sleeping with half the female officers and a villains wife! Two of which are now dead!" Callum barely finished his sentence when he found his face pressed against the wall of the custody suite, his arm pinned behind his back, Smithy lent right into Callum`s face, "Don't you ever bring Kerry or Louise up again, because if you do I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life" He hissed, Stone fell quiet, unnerved by the quiet fury in Smithy's voice.

"What on earth is going on here?" DI Sam Nixon stood beside them, unheard by both. Smithy released Callum, tightening his grip momentarily before he did, to prove his point.

"Well?" she questioned "I'm waiting"

"Nothing Ma`am" Stone rubbed his arm, red with Smithy's hand print

"Disagreement Ma`am" muttered Smithy, gazing over her head.

"A disagreement about nothing?" Sam "What are you? School kids? Don't you think that as sergeants you should be passed scrapping in corridors, setting an example to others? Leading the team from the front? You had better sort it out because if I have to step in you will both be reading parking meters until you retire! Now get out of my sight!"

Both men glared at her retreating back, Stone slamming into CAD, Smithy into the sergeants office, grabbing the area car keys he headed off to find Roger, thank God he would be with someone sensible today he couldn't handle another episode like that.

Roger returned to the car "Coffee, 3 sugars sarge" he announced, barely getting a grunt for a reply "You OK Sarge?" his face concerned

"Yes, No. Oh I dunno" Smithy shrugged

"It's difficult when someone we admire and respect leaves" Roger observed

"What?" asked Smithy, wincing as the scalding coffee stung his throat.

"Well…, Inspector Gold, leaving suddenly, you two were close, must of come as a shock to you"

"It did" he said flatly "I find it hard to adjust sometimes" he added unfolding a little

"If I might sarge?" Roger ventured "Don't shut yourself off from the rest of the relief, we miss inspector Gold too, there's a few of us that have been through a lot together at Sunhill, you, Tony, Mickey, Terry, me"

Before Smithy could answer the radio crackled to life "Sierra Oscar to 54, suspicious death reported at Meadows Nursing Home, Creen Street, Sunhill, you are required to attend, informant is deceased's GP"

Smithy threw his coffee out of the window, the empty cup at Roger and put his seatbelt on, Roger juggled his cup, belt and radio "Sierra 275 to Sierra Oscar show myself and 54 dealing" and shot Smithy a look of concern as he gunned to engine to it's limits, hitting the blue's and two's.