Raid On The Senses A Dempsey and Makepeace fan fiction for series 4

Dempsey sat at his desk making a continuous clicking noise with a pen. Makepeace was sitting opposite him, staring blindly down at a blank piece of paper; she was sat with her elbow on the desk, her head resting on her hand. She glanced up at him without moving her head, breathed in and sighed loudly. More clicking. Reaching across to his desk she snatched the pen away from him. He stopped, looked at her, and then went into his desk drawer to pull out a stapler, which he proceeded to snap open and shut. She made a face at him and he put the stapler down and leant across to say quietly, "Watch this."

He reached back into his desk drawer and pulled out an ink pad, then shouted across the office, "Hey Fry, you know what this is for?" Fry was pouring himself a cup of coffee and he turned around to walk towards them. "I think I might know that one." He said sarcastically. "What is it for Fry?"

"Couldn't be for finger printing could it?"

"That's right, very bright of you Fry. But do you know how this could be used to fight crime?"

"The policeman takes the finger prints and keeps them on record to identify the person at a later date, if they commit another crime. Have I passed the test Dempsey?"

"No, no actually Fry you haven't passed and I'll tell you why. You gave me the obvious answer; you haven't been reading up on this have you? Now I know the latest on this subject and I'd like to bet that sergeant Makepeace over there knows too, you want to impress Spikings Fry?"

"Go on."

"Well, you know how in fairgrounds sometimes you get them tents with fortune tellers in them. The mystic woman stares down at your hand, reads them lines and says what kinda person you are."

"Yes we have them over here sometimes."

"Yeh, so you know what I mean. Well its kinda like that, they get trained people in to look at the finger prints and work out if the person did the crime or not." Dempsey glanced up at Makepeace who was hiding a smile behind her hand. "Now it's only in the experimental stages at the moment but do you know that it has proved to be 70 percent effective so far." Fry looked uncertain. "Not many people know about it but Spikings is real interested in the subject, isn't he sergeant Makepeace?"

"Yes, yes he is."

"That one's on me, 'cause I want to see you get on in this job Fry."

"You're kidding me aren't you Dempsey?" Fry said with a dubious look on his face. "Now Makepeace just told me that you would say that but I said that you would be smart enough to know when I'm trying to help you. I mean it's up to you but no one else has got that kinda inside info, mention it to Spikings and you'll see by his reaction that I'm tellin' the truth. Better still take him in a coffee, he was asking for one just now and maybe you could slip it into the conversation."

"He wants a coffee?"

"Yep, heard him say just now." With that Fry went back to the coffee machine and poured another cup. Dempsey looked across at Makepeace and winked. She had her hand up to her mouth, biting a finger in an attempt to stop herself from laughing. Then Fry knocked on Spikings's door and walked in with the coffee. "He won't do it you know." She mouthed to him, from across the gap. "Wanna bet?" They sat, all eyes on the office door, and moments passed until suddenly Makepeace jolted in her seat and dropped the pen when Spikings's voice boomed out from the office, "DEMPSEY!" Both of them burst out laughing then. "You are cruel Dempsey, you know that?" Makepeace said in a broken voice as she shook with laughter. "Ahh, but I'm good." He said with a huge grin as he placed his feet on the edge of her desk.

They had been in the office for hours now and had very little to do. Fry came back out of Spikings's office with a downcast look and mumbled, "Spikings wants to see you Dempsey." Makepeace glanced down then, pretending to look interested in something on her desk. "And you Makepeace," he added. She looked up, surprised.

They entered the office and looked expectantly at Spikings. "Close the door will you Dempsey?" He closed the door and drew up a chair. "What's up chief?"

"When you've finished tormenting the junior officers Dempsey perhaps we can discuss the new case we've been assigned, orders from up there." He pointed upwards with the pen he was holding. "Ooh great, something for us to do at last. What's it all about boss?"

"I want you two to infiltrate a very exclusive group of people who own an old converted theatre down on Pickering Street. Word is that they are very heavily involved in class A narcotics. The man we are mostly interested in is a Mr Henry Campbell. He seems to be the dealer but he's a slippery one and we need to know for sure before we think about a raid."

"Any ideas how we get a foot in the door Boss?"

"Well this Mr Johnson is known to frequent a stylish bar not far from his place name of 'Austin's'. Also, he has a bit of a weakness for beautiful women so I thought that the sergeant here could put on a glitzy frock and do her 'charm the socks off' routine to get him interested."

"All very well boss but how do I get in?"

"Well you'll be alright Dempsey, he likes to entertain couples. Likes the women around to look at and the men to boast with. You will go as a couple, sort out a few details of how you met et cetera. Oh, and there's something else." He added, grinning at Dempsey. "You go as a Brit." Makepeace chuckled. "He doesn't like foreigners. Doesn't trust them, so I suggest you two go somewhere so that Makepeace can help you brush up on your speaking skills." He looked over at Makepeace. "You enjoy a challenge."

They left work early that afternoon and drove to Makepeace's house to sort out details. "C'mon then Harry teach me how to speak proper." He said mockingly as he sat in her armchair. "I'm going to need a drink for this one." She said walking past him into the kitchen. "Want one?" She shouted to him over her shoulder. "Sure, or should I say 'yes please that would be awfully nice.'" She laughed loudly then. "I don't know how I'm going to keep a straight face Dempsey." She walked back into the lounge with two glasses of white wine, handed him one and sat on the sofa opposite him. "Go on then, try and say something English." He thought for a minute, then said in an overly exaggerated upper class accent, " 'Good afternoon, it's terribly nice to meet you. Would you like a cup of tea and a scone?' how d'I do?"

She fell back on the sofa laughing out loud. "That was a very good example of the worst fake British accent I have ever heard Dempsey!" He grinned back at her from across the room.

Two hours, and several glasses of wine later, they were both sat on the floor, leaning up against the sofa. "You just have to finish your words properly Dempsey and we'll be fine."

"We may not be that fine Harry." He said sniggering. She looked down and chuckled. "I guess I don't want to sound too snooty, should I say 'how' or 'aw'?" She looked up then giggling and touched his arm playfully. "Dempsey don't try to attempt a cockney accent for goodness sake. Lets keep your accent low key." His eyes scanned her face then, she looked radiant. Her eyes were shining with laughter and the wine had brought an attractive glow to her face. He knew he should go soon but he was trying desperately to find an excuse to stay there longer, as he anticipated her telling him that she was tired any minute soon. "Well I guess you should make a move. We have a big challenge on our hands tomorrow." He felt a sudden rush of disappointment then but hid it saying, "We sure have honey." There was a pause then so Makepeace stood up and collected the wine glasses. Dempsey also stood then, forced to move. "Well I'll pick you up tomorrow. Boss says this Campbell guy will be at the bar for lunch so shall we make it 1.00?"

"Yes that's fine." She said walking him towards the door. He opened it and smiled at her. "See you then Harry." Then as he went to leave he turned, adding, " Oh and don't forget to wear a real sexy dress, you have to get us invited to a private party at his place remember. If you have something low cut, I think it would help."

"I'm sure it would." She said with a knowing look and closed the door.

At a quarter to one the following afternoon, Makepeace stood in front of her mirror and satisfied herself with her reflection. She was wearing a simple black dress, as she decided against wearing anything too dressy considering the time of day. However, the dress fitted her wonderfully and showed off the curves of her body to perfection. It was an off the shoulder dress which exposed the smooth skin of her arms, shoulders and upper chest above a thin band of black satin, which ran across the top of her body and around the top of her arms, below her shoulders. The rest of the dress fitted her tightly and she ran her hands down over her hips, smoothing out the fabric. The dress stopped a couple of inches above her knee, her shapely legs could be seen below and she finished the outfit off with a pair of high-heeled, black stiletto shoes. Her hair was scooped up and held with a delicate pearl clip at the back, which allowed a few strands of blond hair to escape and fall around her face. About her neck, she wore a black, satin chocker with a small, pearl droplet matching her hair clip, and lastly she added a pair of earrings, which dangled next to her neck in droplets of pearl continuing the theme.

Suddenly she heard the doorbell and looked out of the window in surprise to see Dempsey's car in the driveway. He was early, which was very unusual for him. She snatched her small handbag from off the bed and went downstairs to open the door. When he looked up and saw her he wolf whistled, his eyes running up and down her body. "Go easy on Campbell will you Makepeace, he aint that young you know, you don't wanna give him a heart attack!"

"Very funny Dempsey, shall we go?"

"Your chariot awaits." He said gesturing towards the car. She walked past him and he took the opportunity to watch her walking from behind, her hips swaying with each step. He growled after her under his breath.

More to come, pleasr r and r