Author's Note: Well, who doesn't love John Luther and Justin Ripley?
Warren Brown (DS Ripley) was filming the movie Cargo in the Bahamas, and scuba diving, according to his tweets. Seems fitting to send DS Ripley to dive in the Caribbean…
This is written for the end of season 2, prior to his untimely death. Sigh.
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The hot Caribbean sun beat down on his head; Detective Sergeant Justin Ripley loved it. After the fog and rain of London in November, he was relishing the feel of sand under his feet, and the views of the turquoise sea.
3 days ago at Heathrow, Ripley had been convinced it would be the worst vacation of his life. Today it was the best. His mate, DS Toby Moore, had persuaded him to learn to dive, and had planned this 2 week vacation. Things had come unglued when Moore had arrived at the airport with a new girlfriend in tow. She had grated on Justin's nerves immediately; a silly giggly bird, with more makeup than brains. The final straw had occurred on the flight itself, when it was made clear to Ripley that she expected Toby to spend his days on shore with her, instead of diving.
He had stepped out of the terminal on the island of Curacao, expecting to see a lush green island and palm trees. He was greeted by the sight of brown dirt, and cacti. Still, the sight of the bungalows booked for them improved his mood. All painted in different pastels, they dotted the hillside like some child's toys had been strewn there. Moore had reserved two bungalows, giving him breathing space from the shrill Marcia. Each unit had its own pickup truck, they had a pool, a hot tub, and a stunning view of the ocean below them.
To find himself a new dive partner, he had thrown himself on the mercy of the dive shop. After some head scratching and debate amongst the staff, they had come through in spades. A private guide for 10 days of shore diving. 'No,' they assured him in the shop, 'you don't need a boat here to go diving.' They had sent him to the bungalow behind his, to meet his guide, Beck Chisholm.
When Becca Chisholm had opened the door to her bungalow, his bad mood disappeared like a raindrop in the sand. Three days later, he was hooked on this small island, and on diving. He was beginning to think two weeks wasn't going to be enough.
