Disclaimer: Unfortunately I still don't own the characters…
A/N: Please R&R…enjoy!!
A couple of minutes later and they were stuck in the middle of the usual Bradfield evening rush hour traffic. Carol cursed under her breath in frustration as her hands gripped the wheel until her knuckles were white. Why did this have to happen now of all times.
'Can't you just put on your flashing light?' Tony asked with a mischievous grin on his face despite his obvious irritation at being stuck in traffic.
Glancing across and raising her eyebrows at him, Carol tutted her disapproval. She had to admit it was a tempting idea but she was still far too professional. As the car in front moved slowly forward she dragged her eyes away from Tony and back onto the road.
'By the way, when are we leaving?' Carol asked suddenly concerned they hadn't thought the practicalities of this idea through.
'How about now? …If that's okay with you…'
'Of course. I'm the cop that just caught the Bradfield sniper; I think I can afford a couple of days off - Besides it's not like I've used up all my holiday days,' she added with a smile. 'I'll pick up some things from my flat and then I'll drive you home to get your stuff.'
Tony grunted his agreement, starting to loose the battle with his drowsy eyes. God he felt tired; it had been a long day. He slowly slouched down in the passenger seat as sleep finally claimed him.
Half an hour later Tony was woken when the car gently pulled to a stop outside Carol's flat.
'I'll be back in a minute,' she told him before leaning over to kiss his cheek and getting out of the car.
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Walking into her flat Carol slumped down on the nearest chair and put her face into her hands. She felt like she was in emotional turmoil. It was all happening so quick, one moment she had thought he was going to die and now they were about to get on a plane to Paris! It wasn't that she wasn't glad this was happening, she was, she just didn't like not being in control; it was a scary feeling that she wasn't used to. 'Pull yourself together,' she angrily told herself. Everything she could ever wish for was coming true and yet she was still scared.
Picking herself up from the sofa she made her way over to the bedroom and picked up a black overnight bag. Striding over to her cupboard she studied the clothes within. What would she need? What was the weather like over there at this time of year? Searching through all the clothing she owned for what could be classed as casual; she finally found a pair of jeans and some cropped pants. Deciding on some tops to wear was considerable harder. Should she wear a revealing top? Would that be too presumptuous? What about a blouse? Or would that look too much like she was at work.
'For God sake it's only Tony, he's not going to care what you're wearing!'
Grabbing the most casual looking blouse she could find and a tight fitting v-neck top she carefully folded them and put them into the bag with her pants. Next she removed the nicest pair of underwear she owned and added it to the bag before rushing to the bathroom to collect some essential toiletries.
Looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror she decided she needed to change her clothes and attempt to tidy her rebellious hair. She swiftly pulled on a pair of black leggings and a new shirt which would be comfier for the plane ride ahead.
Once she was sure she had everything she needed to survive in Paris she put on a pair of flat shoes and a coat before hurrying out of her flat, filled with anticipation about the next few days.
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