Okay, so there is a first chapter of this story, after a very short prologue. I hope you'll like it ;)

Black Persian cat with slanting red eyes, meowed loudly with pretension when mobile phone started ringing in the middle of night. The bed creaked under pressure from the weight of the man who was lying on it, his hand blindly tried to find his mobile phone on the night cabinet.

He growled with frustration when his fingers again go down after thin plastic and met with empty pack of handkerchiefs and his cat meowed louder, positioning himself above his head.

'Shut up, Chubby!' He barked at his cat and popped himself on the elbows, again trying to localized his phone. He just reached out his hand toward it, when it stopped ringing. He breathed with relief and happy turned back to his sleep, didn't bother anymore about his phone and cat still sitting above his head.

He cried surprised when somebody began insistently banging to the front door of his flat, and cat stick his claw on his left cheek. Before he had a chance to spanked him for this, Chubby disappeared somewhere on the floor and banging repeated again.

'I know you're there, Dean!' Bridget Thomson's voice came from the front door, making the man growl.

'I have a day off, Bridget! Get out!' He shouted back, wanting her to disappear in a minute.

'There's no way I'll do it, Craig! Alan called us. We have a new case!' Sometimes he hated this woman so much! With another growl he kicked out the quilt on the floor and sleepily went toward front door. He unlocked it and send his black-haired partner unappreciated glance.

'They can't send there, Darren or George?' He asked irate and leaned his head against the wall. Only yesterday they had closed their last case which has taken them almost half year, and today they get another one? Usually they had more time to breath and enjoy their victory about last success, than now.

'Alan said they're needing us.' Bridget replied and until now Craig noticed how unhappy about this fact she was too. 'It's something bigger.'

'Not for me. I need to rest, Bridget.' Craig said tiredly and ran hands over his face. 'Tell Alan to give this case somebody else.' He added and wanted to close the door, when he noticed Bridget's fingers on the door jamb.

'I'm afraid it's not possible now.'

'Why not?!' He asked annoyed, didn't understand why she was making problems with that?! She was not less tired than him.

'Your new partner take the case. He's already on the place with Darren.' Fucking new sergeant! What the hell he was thinking? I'm a fucking inspector and taking cases, not him. He knew from the start he won't like this guy.

'Wait for me in the car, I'll be ready for five minutes.' He said angrily. Bridget smiled triumphantly and shook her head.

'I know how to change your mind.' She said and walked toward exit when Craig closed the door with a slam in front of her face.

* * *

Yellow tape gleamed in the light of street lamps, few police officers were working solicitously in the terrain, questioning the nearest residents, and investigation the crime scene. Inspector Craig Dean along with detective sergeant Bridget Thomson left the car and looked around grey, highs blocks which hiding between their long arms, dead body.

'So where is this new sergeant?' Craig asked her without emotions, his eyes carefully scanning the nearest group of policemen crowding around yellow tape and arguing fiercely about something.

'He's over there!' Bridged pointed at tall young man, with a distinctive beauty. 'Sergeant John Paul McQueen. Your new partner.' Craig's eyes stopped on the young fellow, with curiosity observing him.

It was a big surprise for him. He was expecting some old grumping grandpa who is a year by the retirement, and at the last moment trying to prove that he's not useless as everybody thought, but instead of him he got a very young sergeant (he was even younger than him!) with fairy, almost golden in the sun, hair and the most bluest eyes he has ever seen. He reminded him one of this beautiful angels whose he has seen in his nephew's book, when he again has to look after him when Steph has gone for another romantic dinner with her husband. Angel.

'He has name like a Pope.' Craig noticed and looked briefly at Bridget, didn't share with her his discover. 'You checked him precisely? I don't need a sanctimonious boy after school police in homicide.' He said coldly, again looking at sergeant's stone face glossing in the light of the nearest lamp, more highlighting his unusual beauty.

'I see, his appearance mislead not only me.' She said with a smug smile. 'I heard he has a devil under the skin.' She continued. 'He's the best sergeant this decay, Craig. So don't treat him like a young boy.'

'I don't care even if he's the best sergeant in the whole fucking world! He has to show me that he's suitable to this job, otherwise I'll kick him out in the blink of an eye, and nobody will stop me. Since I don't see results of his work, he's nobody for me.' Bridget shook her head and with a seedy sigh, she walked toward the policemen along with an inspector.

'Don't be so harsh for him, Craig. He's a new one here, and it's the first time when he gets so serious job.'

'I've already told you what I think about him.' Craig said coldly and removed from the pocket of his black jeans his ID card, which he showed young constable to may be able to enter the crime scene. 'For me he needs to work up for his reputation.'

'You're just terrified he'll may replace you if he really turns to be the best sergeant in this decay.' She was teasing him, with amused noticing how his jaw tensed.

'I'm not afraid of him. I'm too good to be kick off because of some snivel.' He said quietly with a self-confident tone.

'Like always arrogant bastard.' Bridget sighed heavy and followed Craig, before she lost a sight of him. She nodded slightly her head when she caught sergeant McQueen's look.

'So what we have here?' Craig asked in a tone of professional, completely ignoring his new partner, like it always he has in the customary.

'Luis Brain. Forty-five year old man, the owner of jewellery store in front of which we're standing.' The red haired constable with many freckles said, immediately straightened up, before Craig has a chance to call him to order.

'Do we know the cause of death?

'Struck on the head with a blunt instrument.' Sergeant McQueen replied, trying to caught his attention but older man was relentless. 'We'll know more when somebody finally take the body to the mortuary.' He added with a slight hint of irate.

'The body is still here?' Craig repeated angrily, his eyes wandering for all policemen faces. 'Why the fuck nobody take the body to the mortuary?!'

'Inspector Bagwell doesn't come yet.' Sergeant explained. 'And since I know we don't have any free cars now.'

'Like always it's a fucking mess here!' He shouted and ran hand over his face. 'Moris!'

'It's Moore, Sir.' The red haired constable corrected him quietly, didn't dare to look at him.

'Whatever.' Craig snapped, never paid too much attention to the names of his subordinates. It was so useless! 'Phone to Superintendent Cole and tell him to send to us somebody who will may take a body to the mortuary.' He ordered and delegated him from the crime scene.

'Do we have some traces or witnesses, Sarge?' This time it was Bridget who asked.

'No traces. It's clean. Boys still interrogating witnesses, so I don't know yet if somebody has seen the murder or not. We only know that somebody attacked and killed Luis Brain when he was closing his shop about an 10 p.m.' Craig's eyes wandered toward white lines writhing on the sidewalk at the entrance to the store. 'His wife found him about an 3 a.m. when worried that he didn't come back to home yet, she go down to check what's happened with him.'

'So they're living in the same block?' Bridget made sure and started writing something to her small notebook.

'Above the store, exactly.' John Paul confirmed and with growing interest observing his new partner who didn't look at him even once, busy with watching the storefront. Like he wasn't existing.

'Something has been stolen?' Craig asked when Bridget joined him and carefully walked through the threshold straight to the shop, where solicitously working lab technicians.

'Only one necklace and hundred pounds which our victim had with himself.' John Paul replied as he checked his notes. 'It's strange that murder didn't take nothing more with yourself seeing that store was completely open.'

'Did our victim defend himself?'

'No, I didn't notice any traces of the fight. So it looks like the murder has to attacked him unaware...I don't think it was a robber.' He continued after a small pause, as he considered something. 'He left the shop almost untouched.'

'And who said it was?' Craig snapped to him, giving him unappreciated glance, which telling "you didn't think I was sure it was theft, right?".

'Sergeant Davidson thinks it's a robbery. He even has a suspect, if I good hear.'

'He even can't distinguished his one leg from the other.' Craig snapped again and rolled his eyes. 'The Chef Inspector could do me a favour and kick out this old jackass from the homicide long time ago. He only making a mess with his sick theories.'

'So we have some theory?' Craig looked briefly at man as he noticed a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

'For now we're searching for evidences. Theories come later.' He replied coldly and moved toward the entrance.

'By the way,' Craig reluctantly stopped on the track. 'I'm John Paul, your new partner if you don't know it.' Again the same tone of voice, in the same ironic way.

'I know it.' He replied irate.

'I wouldn't say that.' Craig immediately turned around to face his new partner, and for the first time he regretting he was so low than him.

'Do you have some problems, lad?'

'I'm only three years younger than you, so don't call me a lad.' John Paul said quietly, accenting sharply at the word 'lad'. 'And I don't have any problems. I just wanted to know better a partner with whom I'll be working from today.'

'You saw me, you don't have to know nothing more about me.' Craig said sharply and turned on his heel, giving him a sign that he finished his conversation with him.

'I even don't know your name!' John Paul called after him.

'Why it's so important for you to know it? It's enough to call me 'Sir'.' Craig said arrogantly and looked briefly at the man above his arm.

'Cause I want to know the name of the man who I want to kick on the ass for his arrogance, and take his place.' He replied with a smugly smile, didn't bother about consequences which he may incurred because of his reprehensible behaviour toward inspector, who was in a superior rank than him.

'Dean. Craig Dean.' He replied and secretly smiled seeing that he was wrong about his new partner. He had enough guts to rebelled against his boss and partner in one person in the first day of his work, and Craig appreciated that kind of men. Like Bridget said he has a devil under the skin and Craig decided to check how deep he's sitting in his new partner's body until he released himself from the prison and show everybody on the police station his true nature.

The Fallen Angel. It was the first, probably the most correct about him, thought which crossed through his mind as he for the last time looked at the sergeant's face fading in the shadow of the nearest building. He was curious what it's hiding behind this crystal blue eyes, glowing in the darkness as neon's from the restaurant, which every nights marking his bedroom with a long arms of blue veins, pulsating in the hollow rhythm of the music coming from his neighbour's flat. Sergeant's eyes were almost the same, flashing rhythmically in the rhythm to the unknowing for Craig music.

* * *

Like sergeant McQueen said, there weren't any traces in and outside of the store, if you didn't count empty place in a glass-case after one of the necklaces which has been stolen. Lab technicians left the place before the hand of a clock in Craig's wristwatch stopped on the seven, didn't have nothing to do anymore. The inspector for the last time checked the place and walked outside only to met on his track his stepbrother, detective sergeant Darren Osbourne with two very young constables.

'My God, they're taking kids to the police now?' Craig said sarcastically for the welcome.

'Nobody saw or heard something.' Darren said without emotions about the results of his work, get used to Craig's humours and his odd types of greeting. 'Summarizing, we have nothing.'

'The store is in the middle of full of blocs settlement and nobody noticed what happened?'

'It looks like they're going to bed very early.' Darren said sarcastically and hid his hands in the pockets of his long, grey coat. 'Our victim was very popular here and didn't have any enemies. It was a gold man like said one of his neighbour.'

'Yea, and somebody smashed this gold man's head without remorse.' Craig sighed heavy. 'It'll be easier if he had some enemies.'

'We can't have everything.' Darren mumbled with a slight smile.

'Do we know at least how was looking the missing necklace? Maybe it's a key to solve a case.' He asked with a hope, already hating this day.

'Victim's wife doesn't remember the necklace. She only knows that her husband got it two days ago from some man. And no, she doesn't know him.' Inspector sighed irate.

'There's a chance that somebody saw this necklace?'

'Not too much. I guess it'll be easier if we get a list of his clients.'

'He had a list of clients? Why I didn't know about it?!' Darren rolled his eyes when Craig another fall into one of his 'angry' phases.

'Cause the list is missing too.' Darren replied calmly, trying to not irate his stepbrother more. 'Maybe the murder took it with himself.'

'For what? He didn't has a toilet paper and decided to used the list?' Darren smiled slightly, get used to his specific sense of humour too.

'Maybe he was in the list? They heard Bridget's voice and moment later she appeared with a nonchalant smile as she noticed Darren. 'Darren...'

'Bridget.' They exchanged shyly smiles, making Craig growl. They were in the work, not on the social meeting!

'Why he would wrote himself on the list?'

'Like for one of the best and the youngest inspectors in our commissariat you're very dump, Craig.' Darren summarized him with a smirk. 'If I was planning to kill somebody I would look around the place and get more information about the shop.'

'But I wouldn't take a list with myself.' Craig said. 'I would destroy it or leave somewhere where the police won't be looking.'

'You mean safe?' Bridget asked and lifted her eyebrow. 'We've already checked it. Safe was empty.'

'Check once again.'

'You think our murder is fucking Houdini?' Darren snorted. 'Nothing will appear in the safe when we look to in once again.'

'Just check for sure. Maybe you missed something.' Craig repeated, didn't bother about Darren's reasoning.

'I'm going back to commissariat. It's become ridiculous.' Darren shook his head and nodded at his two constables to follow him to his car.

'He has a right, Craig. It's ridiculous.' Bridget said, offended that Craig dared to think she's unprofessional and missed essential trace. 'Boys will give us a sign if they find something new.'

'No. I need to stay here and check all place once again. We had to miss something. Murders aren't that much clever and clean. ' Bridget didn't comment this only followed Craig, knowing that her arguments will meet with very hard wall, and she reach nothing.

* * *

Craig Dean frowned his eyebrows as he saw in the store, kneeling on the floor John Paul who with plastic gloves searching the floor under the glass-cases.

'I didn't know you're a lab technician.' Craig said sarcastically, couldn't stop himself from the small malice.

'Maybe cause I'm not?' John Paul replied drily for a provocation and looked up to see his partner face. 'I just checking something.'

'So if you checked can't you stand up and give a space for people who knows their job?' John Paul frowned his eyebrows, feeling like anger boiling in his body.

'You think I'm unprofessional?' He stood up and faced up for the second time this day his partner.

'He doesn't think that. He just...'Bridget tried to calm the situation.

'Yes, I think that.' Craig confirmed it firmly and Bridget felt a really big urgent to hit him on the head. 'I don't care if you were a shining star in the previous commissariat, here it means nothing.'

'If you give me a chance I would show you how good I am and that I know my job perfectly.' John Paul argued, didn't believe with how arrogant bastard he had to work.

'Fine. So did you find something interesting?' He asked him with a smug smile and crossed arms against chest.

'Do you feel a smoke, too?'

'That's yours 'I'm checking something' ?' Craig asked him sarcastically, losing the remains of his patience. John Paul sent him cold look, already having enough this bastard.

'When I first came to the store I felt smoke, too.' Bridget confirmed and gave Craig warning look. 'Something burned down?' She asked with an interest.

'I thought about the same, that's why I'm trying to localize from where this smoke is coming.' John Paul explained and shot evil glare to Craig.

'What about the bin?' Craig suggested and nodded toward white plastic bin, standing on the corner of the room, few steps from them.

'Surely lab technicians checked it.' Bridget said firmly without hesitation.

'But maybe they missed something, cause they didn't know for what they were searching?' John Paul agreed with his suggestion and quickly raised up the bin and looked to it.

'Yep, the smoke was from here. There's many burned down papers, but nothing interesting.' John Paul said and with Bridget carefully removed the papers from the bin.

'We're searching for the list of clients.' Craig said and wore his plastic gloves, before he joined them.

'Something like that?' John Paul asked and showed them a sheet of burned down paper with few names and hours on it. 'Strange guy. He even writing the hours in which client bought something.' Ha handed the paper Craig.

'That's good for us...We have here two name's about nine o'clock. It means that we have two suspects.'

'If our suspect wasn't earlier, like a day before.' John Paul said, but Craig ignored him completely.

'Come on, Bridget. We need to go to the station.' Craig said as he hid the proof under his leather jacket. 'And check our suspects.'

'Oy, wait for me!' John Paul called after them. 'I don't have a car and detective Osbourne disappeared somewhere.' He added irate.

'So?' Craig lifted his eyebrow and snorted. 'The bus station is not far away. You know how to buy a ticket, or maybe I need to give you instructions about this too?' John Paul clenched his teeth, wanting to erased this cheeky grin from his bloody face.

'We have a free seats at the back.' Bridget informed Craig with a dead glare, didn't like the way how he threatened his new partner.

'It's my car and I deciding with whom I'll be riding.' The inspector said drily to her. 'If you don't want to join him, better move your legs.' It worked immediately.

'See you on the station, John Paul.' Bridget smiled softly to him and left the building with Craig with a thought that she'll talk about his behaviour with Craig later.

'You'll be regretting a day when you met me. I swear to you.' John Paul said quietly with a sly smile, knowing that he's able to weary his life more than he ever thought it would be possible, and be a bigger pain on the ass than the inspector. He'll show him a lesson soon which he never forgive. He'll make a sure that he insert into inspector Dean's memory forever.