To the Rescue

Despite it being a week since her debut to UCOS, Gerry hadn't got used to Sasha. She seemed nice enough-but she was no Sandra. Nobody ever would be. There wasn't a remotely homely feel to the job now and everything had changed in such a little amount of time. Nobody seemed to talk out of turn and Gerry only contributed when it was necessary. He didn't like it at all. He used to look forward to revisiting the friendly faces on UCOS each Monday morning and celebratory drinks after the closing of a once unsolvable case. Sasha appeared from the solitary office of which was always concealed- the door always shut. Sandra often left the door open, which is what made the place so welcoming. There was no real break between ranks, unless of course Sandra saw reason for there to be. She had never had anything to hide. Gerry didn't like thinking of Sandra as gone. It was as if she was dead.

"I have a new case here" She announced, approaching the team, aiming Gerry softly, sensing he had lost enthusiasm throughout the week of internal grieving at Sandra's departure. Dan, being Dan made the first move from his desk to the board to examine the information on the board, as Sasha was placing in up there.

"Gary Murphy." Dan announced still looking over photos of faces familiar to the deceased.

"The news presenter from the 80's?" Steve clarified.

Gerry perked up on the word eighties.

"Wasn't he shot?" He recalled.

"Yeah. 4 times to the chest in a subway." Sasha answered vaguely.

Realising he was becoming to intrigued in the new team, he returned to his seat sighing.

"Main suspect was Julie Star. She had an argument with him the night before at a party." Dan continued. Gerry could tell that he liked being the centre of attention. "Only her and his mother were questioned at the time. It was brushed under the carpet. No leads. Waste of funds."

"Let's go and see the mother." He suggested, getting out of his chair. He was desperate to get out of the dismal and Steve nodded.

"You guys see Hilda. I need to sort some things out." Sasha said.

They acknowledged her as they headed for the door as she returned to office and slammed the door shut.

A few minutes later Gerry returned silently to the office. With an aging memory he forgot to pick up his own keys and was heading for the door when he heard a voice coming from Sasha's mysterious lair. He crept up and pushed the door ajar.

"Yeah I have new information on the case reference...69148249. Yeah. Gary Murphy. That's right. Usual price. I'll send Len over with the info in the morning. Bye."

Gerry KNEW something was up! A corrupt sly woman, she was behind all that kindness and consideration of which was a mask of lies. As the anger boiled up inside him, he burst the door open and confronted her.

"What do you think you're doing?! Gerry shouted-half question half rhetorical.

"How much did you hear?" Sasha fired back her own queries, silently taken back by his policing skills.

"Enough to know you're bent!" Gerry said almost instantly. Probably not the wisest thing he could have said bearing in mind what was about to happen.

"Well." Sasha hesitated. Then she slyly smiled. The devil in her was finally emerging. "We'll have to do something about that..."

"What are YOU gunna do?" Gerry asked, not really expecting a reply. If she hadn't expected him then she wouldn't have a plan.

Sasha seemed distracted, her eyes kept drifting back behind Gerry.

"Meet Jakob and Zack." Sasha nodded towards them. Gerry turned around to find two men, taller than Gerry by atleast a foot. They were about 30 and bulky. Far heavier than him and they didn't look like the type of people that were going to soften up on him because he entitled to a bus pass. Before he could say anything, the ugly sisters took hold of him leading the cockney silently through the fire exit. Gerry shouted but nobody could hear him. He was shoved into the back of a car and a bulky body sat on each side of him. Sasha got in the front and stepped on the gass before ven closing the door. Gerry was blindfolded as he saw London fade away into pitch blackness.