So, I thought I'd give the first episode of series 12 a go and it actually made it to see Sandra as a young officer in 1983, amazed her and Gerry had actually met before the UCOS days. So I thought I would try and recreate what that muted conversation might have been like. Only a one shot and quite short but hanks for reading anyhow. Reviews welcome and very much appreciated. Thanks!
The satisfaction of heroically exclaiming "You're nicked!" at even the pettiest of criminals never gets old. Even if the huffing and puffing of the frantic sprint means they don't actually hear you...
March was beginning to doubt the freedom of the long winters as the days seemed colder than February's and the frost was starting to thicken again in the early mornings. But by the time I'd chased and managed to successfully nick the speedy crook through various streets, both my pride and my body temperature were beaming like a hot July day. I didn't know anything about her, really. I was surprised I hadn't noticed her before now. How long had she been on this scene?!
She walked over, a notebook being tucked into her pocket. I'd already been briefly asked about what happened and how. When everything kicked off and where.
"You alright sweet'eart?" I asked, leaning against a brick wall.
Her eyebrows raised instantly, and she shook her head. I was amazed. And confused at the same time.
"What?" I said, dropping the lighter in my hand to my side.
"I don't think so." She looked at me disapprovingly. My jaw nearly hit the floor. A young, aspiring WPC- the only woman I'd ever met in the job to answer back to a man, especially of a higher rank.
I chuckled, lifting the lighter to my mouth and lightly the cigarette between my teeth.
"So, what's your name?" I tried to make small conversation, put off slightly by her confidence. It was admirable, really.
"Pullman. Sandra." She replied, looking across to two beat coppers tackling the offender.
"Gerry Standing." I acknowledged, blowing a puff of smoke out into the foggy air, watching it float away, dispersing around until it was invisible and simply part of the air around us.
There was silence for a moment before a faint dog bark caught both of our attention simultaneously as it ran past a narrow alley and back out of sight, its noise fading with it.
Sandra sighed, "For god's sake, shoot the bloody thing."
I laughed, looking at the dirty cobble floor. "Why don't you like dogs?!" I was suddenly intrigued. Her personality was just glowing around her, although I got the feeling she was trying to conceal it.
"Not really sure, just never got on with them- never will!" She was so assertive and it was unique of a young policewoman.
She turned around to hear a soft purr and sudden tick to silence of a car engine and a tall man followed by two uniformed men walk along the street, up to where me and Sandra were. I was intrigued to see how she would react with a much higher rank than even myself, let alone her. Nope. Nothing. Wow.
"Back to what you were doing Sandra." A voice shadowed over her and our conversation ended. She smiled at me but walked away. Sandra obviously knew it wasn't worth arguing but didn't bother to acknowledge his presence. Ha.
