Our souls collided before we met

Part 1

Chapter 2

A life alternating event

On his way home Greg kept thinking about the boy he saw. The suit, the umbrella, the auburn hair that would have a ginger sheen when caught in the sunlight. He had blue eyes that felt like laser lights into his brain, as if struck within him and refused to let go. He had the strangest feeling that that man, those eyes will haunt him for a long time.

He was so in thought that when he stepped out of the station he walked nearly into a young man. Greg looked up. 'Oh fuck. Peter.' He glanced around but there was no escape, he really should've paid more attention. Peter looked at Greg, a small smile on his face, the cigarette dangling between the lips.

"Hey so shift over?" Greg looked around before starting to walk down the street. Peter started to follow.

"Yeah, so what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" Peter walked next to Greg, his hands in his pocket trying to keep them warm from the cold.

"Yeah, but I uh…you know…wanted to talk to you…about last night…" Greg stopped walking and turned to look at Peter who stopped as well, they moved to the side of the pavement so other people can walk past. Greg ran his head through his hair, pulling on the ends in frustration.

"Peter, we already talked about it, anyhow it was four days ago, there's nothing new to say, it was good but it is over." Greg could hear the frustration in his voice.

"Two years Greg, we have been together for like two years, and then all of a sudden you tell me it's over, we had something man." Greg lit up a new cigarette, he really wished for pub now.

"Yes, but we agreed nothing serious, and it was never official, now we both want other things in life, you are an accountant starting at a new firm and I'm moving to CID, our priorities isn't the same anymore, we will just prolong the inevitable, and you said yourself, the new firm doesn't look too kindly on 'our types'.

It may be the nineties but homophobia is still strong and Greg knew, even in the police force he had to be extremely careful, he and Peter had fights about it all the time. Now they're moving into new directions in life, it is better to cut the losses and move on.

"Yeah man I know, but New Year's?"

"Would Christmas have worked better? Or your birthday, or mine? The fact is Peter, there never really is a right time for a relationship to end, we should just move on."

"But we can still try!" Peter yelled and several people turned their heads, neither cared.

"I don't want to!" Greg yelled back. He held out his hands in surrender.

"It's over okay, finished and done. Let's just accept that and get the fuck on with our lives." Peter pushed Greg against the wall.

"Fine arsehole." He shouted and stormed off. Greg sighed deeply and made his way to his flat, he slammed the door close with a loud "fuck" followed by a few softer exclamations of anger. He shouldn't have been surprised by Peter's visit, although they weren't serious, two years is a bit of long time for a relationship to just end so abruptly but the truth is that they both knew it wasn't going to last, it was just all young fun, and maybe they weren't so young anymore, but the fact remains, a gay accountant and bi cop is not going to make it far in their careers, maybe twenty years from now, or even more, but the ignorance and hatred is still way too strong.

Also, Peter is not really what Greg was looking for in his life at the moment, the idea of a partner is all good and well but in the end, he needs to focus on his career and he not about to play with people and their emotion, nor make commitments he won't be able to uphold. His love and happiness now is with the CID, frankly he never thought he'd be so happy with the prospect of murder, but that is something he is not going to crack his head open too much on.

With the silence a bit much he switched on the radio and lit up a new cigarette. Falling on the sofa he listened to the song playing on the radio, singing along with a loud voice.

"I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love..

People are so easy to play the love card, but Greg isn't like that, he didn't love Peter, he liked him, he was in love, but when it comes down to it, he didn't love him enough to sacrifice his life and career, nor put it on the back side. That lead to a whole new set of questions that Greg wasn't prepared to answer. Questions like is there someone out there that would awake those feelings of a love so strong that he would be able to say he was a cop, a Sergeant, hell even a Detective one day and is in a relationship with this person, man or woman? Would put him in the position to commit to them and do everything in his power to uphold that promise? Closing his eyes in an attempt to stop thinking and clearing his mind his mind betrayed him and showed him two eyes, so blue, so beautiful it was imprinted in his eyelids.

He needs to find him, to talk to him; even if it is just to get a name…Johnnie might be able to help…

While Greg was lying on the sofa thinking of the man with the blue eyes, the interesting man somewhere that man was in a cage, waking up with a head full of a drug induced cloud, and dried blood on the back of his head. Blinkingly he tried to get up, but couldn't, the cage was too low, he looked around to his surroundings. It was a dark room with a flickering fluorescent light in the corner, there was two more cages in the room, on his right. He crawled on shaking legs to the end of his cage to see who was in the other cages. There were two figures, both unconscious. He kept blinking to get used to the dark and to clear his head. His eyes widen in shock, the figure in the cage next to him was a woman, a blonde, and it was Love, his colleague.

He looked more intently to the other cage, it was Sheffield. He sat back on his arse, running his hands through his hair.

Well, that answers the question on which the mole is.

With three of the four in cages, it can only be Grey, but why would he? They all have the same information, they all did the same mission, which meant, somewhere there's an anomaly, something different.

Grey is obviously under the impression that one of them has information that he doesn't, that he can use, but what for? Mycroft took a breath and his eyes widen in realization. Money…It's always about money and in this industry, the one-eyed man is king.

The person with the most valuable information, the one who can sell it to the highest bidder, that man is the ruler of the moment.

Mycroft sat back with his head resting against the steel poles of the cage. He hardly felt it pushing into his back, his focus on the puzzle at hand.

Grey thinks – no knows - that one of them is in possession of valuable information, that is the only way he would risk kidnapping all three of them at once. He is sure of himself and that is why they are here, the question now is, exactly what information he is after and who has it? He knows, that he, himself is in possession of names and information he technically is not supposes too, they think him to young but he is smart, he can make the necessary deductions.

He wonders if they will survive long enough before they are found, if they will be found in time.

"Ughhhh." Mycroft look to his side, Love is moving in her cage, she is coming to. Mycroft didn't move, he watched as she came to, looking around and then moved her body, stretching the muscles. She is a very good gymnast and is trying to keep her muscles from cramping, Mycroft thought that is actually a good idea, but he is no gymnast, so there is no way he would be able to pull of that moves, even in a cage.

"Antarctica?" Her voice was hoarse cracking through the dry air. He nodded and shifted closer.

"Yes. Sheffield is on your other side." She turned her head and saw him still unconscious.

"How long was I out for?"

"I'm not sure; I've been awake for about twenty minutes now." She nodded before sitting back in the corner.

"What a coincidence there's only three cages, yet we are four." Mycroft turned to her, impressed, she figured it and with one sentence conveyed exactly what Mycroft knew, she knew Grey betrayed them.

"Well about coincidences…the..."

"Universe is rarely so lazy." She finished for him, a smile on her lips. Mycroft rolled his eyes, he obviously said it one time too many, or she is a very good listener.

"Well at least I was able to have a very long bath before being kidnapped." Her voice was dry, but he could detect the worry, he watched her sit back in the corner closest to his side, trying to get comfortable. Mycroft followed her and sat back. Looks like they were all taken after a shower or bath. Efficient he'll give them that, nothing more.