Okay, so this was supposed to be a one off but people have asked me to continue so I have! Thank you for all the reviews and here is the next part!
Mickey placed the half full bag on the couch and then looked around the sitting room, then sighed at the state of it. There were empty takeaway packets strewn all over the place, springs were sticking out of the sofa, there were several stains on the wall and various empty bottles lying about. How had he let himself and his home get like this? Well, he said home but it was more like a hotel, he was hardly ever there anymore, all he did was sleep, drink and occasionally eat there, he would never dream of bringing anyone back to it, he realised that this was probably the reason he had let it get into that state in the first place.
The light on his answer phone was flashing and he pressed the button, wondering who on earth would ever had bothered trying to call him.
"Hello DC Webb, did you miss me? Because I missed you, a lot. In fact I can't wait to see you, oh wait a minute here you are going into work. You don't look very happy," a laugh at this point, "Ah; perhaps you've seen the morning paper and are angry at the injustice of it all. Anyway I have to go now and prepare you're surprise, you'll love it sweetheart. See you soon pretty." There was a beep but Mickey didn't here it, h was already zipping up the back and on his way out of the house, grabbing his phone and keys on the way. He slammed the door shut behind him and hurried out to his car, he was about to open the door when he saw the windscreen, it was covered with pictures of him and of the warehouse where the attack had taken place. However the picture that caught his attention was the one in the middle, he gave a start as he realised who and what it was. He was naked, tied to the table, dried blood on his thighs. His grip on the bag tightened and then he threw it down. Dialling the familiar number he willed for Jack to pick up, which he did.
"Jack, I need you to come to my place now, as soon as you can." That was all Mickey said, all he need to say and then he hung up.
Jack tore around the corner on the end of Mickey's street, cursing under his breath as he realised that he had taken about fifteen minutes getting to Mickey's, way too long when Mickey needed him. Pulling up and jumping out of his car he felt his stomach lurch as he saw the windscreen of Mickey's car. Then he tuned his attention to Mickey, and felt his heart break. Mickey was sitting on the pavement staring into space, with tears rolling down his cheeks. Instantly Jack was at his side, pulling Mickey to him and holding onto him tight, desperate to help him, to comfort him. His fatherly instincts taking over. And Mickey just clung on, as if his lif depended on it.