I'm sorry I haven't been updating much. Recently I re-applied to UWS, instead of going to college like I'd planned, and just started at the Paisley campus, so with travelling up and down every day and the amount of work I've got I've barely had time to write. However, during church and lectures I've been daydreaming constantly, so I've got a ton of stories and one-shots planned out :D
I know I keep starting case fics and never finish them, but I lose inspiration really quickly, which I'm hoping won't happen with this one.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Taggart.
The office was pitch black save for a tiny lamp that bathed the metal desk in a soft light, and the only sound was that of keys tapping in an angry manner. She paused in order to open the window letting in the cool night air in the hopes that it would have some effect on her gradually increasing headache. Seated behind her desk again she resumed working, emitting a sigh filled with annoyance every couple of seconds to show her disdain though no one was around to hear it.
She had taken time off from work recently stating that she needed a break in order to get her life back on track after the past year's events which had begun to take their toll on her. Generally a hard man who lacked empathy for his employees, her boss had almost encouraged her to go on leave, however, after returning to work with a much clearer head and a cleaner conscience she had found herself forced to catch up on what she had missed.
Her head drooped on her shoulders from lack of sleep and it took all her strength just to stay awake. There was still a mountain of paperwork on her desk and she groaned loudly at the sight of it not wanting to spend another minute sorting through accounts. She was thirty-four years old, surely there was more to life than this.
A strand of auburn hair fell forward into her face and she brushed it back in annoyance as that all too familiar feeling of grief welled up inside of her. It was difficult to remember when things had changed for her. Throughout school and university she had been well-liked, the sort of person that everyone wanted an opportunity to speak to; great things were expected of her. Now here she was, divorced, childless, no friends. The only thing that compelled her to drag herself out of bed in the morning was her job, and even that wasn't much of a count.
She reached for her cup of coffee that had long since gone cold but she didn't notice. The current song on her iPod ended and somewhere outside a door opened followed by raised voices before it slammed shut and a car sped off. There was that feeling again; only weeks ago that had been here life, doors slamming in the middle of the night, arguments lasting until sunrise.
She set the now empty cup down and pushed herself to her feet to make another cup, God knows she needed it. Shoving her iPod into the back pocket of her jeans she hurried through to the kitchen on the other side of the house. The house was tiny, more like an over-rated caravan than anything, and as for the spare room she had turned into an office, she couldn't even lie down in there. She threw open the kitchen door and made a bee-line for the coffee maker stifling a yawn as she poured the dark liquid into a new cup.
Leaning on the worktop she raised the cup to her lips as a sharp pain coursed through her body. The cup smashed and the coffee ran across the floor as she collapsed and her vision darkened.
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