ARGH! So sorry this is late but yesterday evening was so chaotic, I barely had enough time to do my CT and Maths hw, let alone think of anything and upload it. But here is this week's entry, fashionably late. Sorry if it's a bit random, the first line is taken from Mock the Week scenes we'd like to see, I can't remember who said it though, he wasn't one of the regulars (I can picture him!). This will probably get redone later, when I have more time.
BTW anyway who wants to see last weeks, it's in the crossover folder, it's a Doctor Who/Spooks crossover.
They were stuck there. A practically deserted island, full of possibly deadly creatures. And they had no way of getting back home. They were stuck, on a team building exercise.
They were dropped by the lake a little over ten minutes ago, but no one had spoken much since, merely got all the bags and supplies off the truck, then many of them had taken a moment to look around and admire the landscape. Ros walked over a couple of metres to the lake, and nimbly walked on the stones that went partway into the lake. She briefly looked down at the blue water then came back.
"Not only is this lake good for fish, but we can also put a body in it," Ros said, completely deadpan. She ignored the stares from her fellow colleagues, instead walking over to her back to unpack it. Almost in unison the others shuffled back.
"I can never tell if she's joking or whether she's being serious," Tariq whispered to Ruth, who stood next to him.
"Ros got stopped at the airport, didn't she?" Harry quietly asked as he walked over. His two desk officers stared at him for a moment in bemusement before Ruth spoke.
"Did she ever say why she spent so long in customs?" she asked nervously.
"No," Tariq answered.
Harry quickly turned round to see if Ros was within listening distance, before continuing. "You know, the customs officer who stopped her looked rather nervous afterwards."
Ruth turned to look at Ros then nervously turned back to face Harry and Tariq. "So what we're getting at is that I'm going to be sharing a tent with a murderous smuggler!" Harry sympathetically patted her shoulder, before helping Lucas unpack one of the tents.
"Any last words?" Tariq asked. Ruth briefly looked at Ros, who was holding a hammer and was viciously knocking a pen into the ground.
"I bloody hate team building exercises," she murmured furiously, walking resignedly back to Ros.