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A/N: Well I was bored so I decided to write my own spin-off. Its pretty pants just tell me what you think. Oh and I've made a character profile fingy as well so if u want I e-mail it to you. But anyway just give it a try pwetty pweez!
London at Rush Hour was like an untamed beast the cars caused fumes to snake up toward the dark sky. The stars blanked out by the blinking city life below. As expected for mid-January the streets were unforgiving and relentless in the wind that swept through. It threatened to snow teasing the thermometers at a mere one degrees. Of course all over the city commuters struggled to return home. Locals to the homes they'd forked out thousands for. The tourists came in the day and left in the evening. No smart person would wander the deserted back streets after dark. Not unless they were asking for trouble. Of course someone would. Somebody always does it's the natural order of things but for once if just no-one would prey behind the dark corners waiting to attack. If no-one would give them the chance to attack at least it would allow the Forensics department in London a night of rest. But of course when was life ever easy.
Michael Nixon sat in the regular rush hour traffic. He was used to leaving home at least an hour early just to make it into work at a reasonable time. He found his mind wander as he looked at the stretch of cars ahead of him. He could've stayed in Montana all those years ago. But then he'd be milking cows or cleaning out the horses. Not looking after one of the most dysfunctional families around. He wouldn't spend his evenings crouched over a dead body in white overalls. He'd sit by the fire smoking a pipe. That would be a boring life. That would be a life Michael couldn't live with he'd always need to be doing something. This life was perfect for him. Nothing would ever change that. Nothing in the world.
Chloe Ashford hung up the phone. She sighed heavily. Had she really given up her son and her husband for a job? She questioned herself. Why break a ritual she went through every night before work. Did she really spend that much time at the job. But that job was her life. She had her own family there. Michael was there. He helped her when she was down. As she did for him and the rest of the 'family'. Chloe looked down at her watch and slipt her mobile into her pocket. Just another day in the office. That's all it ever was.
Ethan stubbed his cigarette butt on the wall behind him. He had one foot lent up against the wall the other holding him in an upright position. He had been waiting for the tube for almost 15 minutes. If it didn't arrive soon he'd be late. And being late he'd miss out on the normal banter and flirtations that usually come with the beginning of shift. Ethan checked the ticking clock up above him. Not a second after the tell-tale sound of the tube was within ear-shot. It screeched to a stop. Ethan along with a number of other disgruntled travellers crowded onto the tube. The immediate smell of sweaty armpits hit him in the face.
'I should really get a car.' He mumbled to himself causing the bearded man who's armpit he had shoved in his face to give him an odd look. The night's work was about to begin.
Ella Sears stood at her kitchen counter sipping a cup of scolding coffee. The caffeine boost was needed. That night she'd slept for forty-minutes before the nightmares became too much. As a result the living room, kitchen and bathroom had had through bleach.
'El, we're going too be late.' Ella's long term boyfriend and colleague Danny was standing at the door.
'Danny we live 10 minutes away.' She sighed tipping the rest of her coffee down the sink and grabbing her coat. Danny watched her walk past him. She thought he never heard her whimper in her sleep. Or wake up before she'd slept and clean up. Ella had troubles. Troubles he'd tried so hard to help with. But she was also a natural insomniac. That was hard to overcome. Now she'd go to work and live through another night that could only add too her nightmares. Why she kept this job he'd never know. Why she was happy. Well he could help her with that. They walked into the sunset across Waterloo bridge and merged in with the rest of the weary commuters.
Emily Thomas rubbed her leg in attempt to numb the throbbing sensation she got if she did too much activity. But she didn't consider 3 hours playing hoops with her roommate vigorous activity. More of a light work-out. But after a cold shower and some new clothes she was brimming to catch some bad guys and use her brain to do so. Before she walked out the door she kissed her fingers and planted them on the picture of her husband. It was the anniversary of his death next week and she was in no hurry to forget. Her motorbike was parked on the side of the road. Pulling the helmet over her dark hair she turned on the engine. Her shabby apartment was on a back-street that could get awfully dark. The light pierced the surrounding gloom and she pulled out into the traffic.
Lola Sanchez parked her dark blue car on the curb and stepped out. The wind immediately whipped the hair around her face. She breathed in deeply and straightened her jacket. Ryan said he had something important to tell her. Seen as she was just about as isolated as him she decided to go along. Entering his domain she sat on the metal stool just inside the his office.
Ryan O'Grady ran through the Forensics lab trying not to be late. He did however not know why he was hurrying. He didn't know what the hurry was. Apart from the fact the Lola's Mother showed up the other say asking for her. He knew as well as the rest of the team that Lola had run away from home when she was 13. She hadn't had any contact with it or it's occupants since. One things for sure he knew that tonight wasn't going to be a quiet shift. Something big was going to happen he could feel it.