New story from me. Hopefully I'll update as soon as I write. Reviews will help :P
Millie grinned as she watched Nate trip slightly up the steps before he disappeared through the door to Deansgate Comprehensive, never once taking his eyes off Becky James the young teacher he'd been following around like a love sick puppy. Her radio crackled to life and she flicked the lights on the dashboard automatically, speeding off in the direction of no doubt the first of numerous tedious domestics that day.
"Oi Oi!" Nate rolled his eyes as he pushed along the corridor, thinking to himself that a traffic light system was what was needed for this school between classes, the jams were unbelievable – worse than the M1 at rush hour! Bags bashed off of him left, right and centre but he wove his way through the mass of straggling teenagers, the majority of them yawning and only slowly waking from their half-slumber. "PC Roberts?" A girlish voice asked and Nate turned, stepping backwards so he wouldn't hold up the flow any longer.
"Yeah?" He replied evenly, his eyebrows marginally raised.
"She thinks you're well fit!" The girl laughed, pointing to her blushing friend who turning into the wall, pretending to fiddle with the padlock on a locker. Nate smiled and winked, sending them into spasms of laughter before he ducked out of sight around the corner and into the safety of his office which in reality was more of a cupboard than an office.
"PC Roberts?" Nate rolled his eyes, he was beginning to get a little sick of this.
"Yes." He spun round on his chair, not even bothering to look to see who it was.
"Oh…if you're busy then I'll come back later." Miss James turned at the door, her hand retracting from it's position on the handle.
"No! No wait." Nate yelped as he opened his eyes, focussing on Becky who shifted her weight looking more than a little bemused. "Sorry I've just…the kids keep…yeah never mind. Nobody said this would be a bed of roses." He waved his hand, indicating that she should close the door. "What can I do you for?"
Miss James stepped forwards, shutting the door softly behind her. "I…well I know you're probably not meant to. I mean it might be against the rules but I was wondering if…just if you..."
"If I?" Nate grinned, watching the young woman flounder in front of him, twisting a ring nervously around her little finger.
"If you…had heard anything more about Lucy?" She ducked her head slightly, her cheeks flushing.
Nate's shoulders fell slightly, he'd been sure he was onto something a little more than that simple request. "Oh well yeah I'm not supposed to say much but she's not prosecuting as there aren't really grounds for the case. Her Dad's being very supportive but she was taking a few days off school…she'll be back with you soon. I think one of my colleagues is keeping an eye on her." He leant back into the cracked leather of the chair, slipping his shoes off under the desk and wiggling his toes. He was so glad that these desks were closed over, Becky would surely have laughed.
Still avoiding his eyes Becky smiled tightly and nodded. "Of…of course I'll err…see you around then." She turned and practically ran to the door, pausing to look around at him before she pulled it closed, sighing as she let her weight fall against the other side. "Stupid girl." She muttered to herself before walking briskly down the hallway, stopping to reprimand two teenagers making out against a locker before continuing in that purposeful manner of someone who hasn't a clue where they're going.
The boring chatter of the old men ahead of her in the queue drifted in and out of her conscious, a sort of broken radio with hazy transmission. "Two for a tenner he said!" Millie let her eyes wander, scanning the street with non-existent interest as she waited for the girl at the van to add milk and sugar to her cup of tea before sliding the money across the counter and promptly walking headlong into another person.
"Shit!" She cursed, covering her mouth with her hand as she realised she'd spoken that out loud rather than to herself. "I'm so sorry." She lifted the cup of tea out of harms way, checking to see that she hadn't spilled all down the person. Looking up she saw that it was Nate, smirking down at her as he continued to hold onto her upper arms.
"No language for a young lay-dee. Or a police officer for that matter." He laughed, stepping back so she could move over towards the car. "'Choo doing here anyway?" Nate asked as he sat on the bonnet of her area car.
"On my way to pick up Inspector Weston from a crime scene. She said to give her ten minutes though…Eddie wanted to review some new evidence." Millie replied, raising the cup to her lips between words. "…And I've been fiending for a cuppa all morning!" Nate's eyes twinkled, his lips stretching into an almost smile before it tucked itself away again. That was one of the things she loved about him – wait, liked about him – he never gave too much away…always held something back. She always felt like there was something more if you could just find a way to reach it.
There was something about Nate Roberts.