No.
No. It was a simple answer consisting of just two letters; n and o. But some how men, just couldn't understand it. It was easy to understand. No was the opposite of yes. It meant no. But for some reason, the men of Station 4 couldn't get their heads round the word.
For two months, Henry Higgins and George Crabtree had been asking her out for dinner nearly every day. Addie said no, nearly every day. Unfortunately for her they wouldn't take no for an answer. It was like talking to two brick walls.
At present, Addie was trying to write up a report on a recent case with out success. George and Henry walked in, standing on either side of her.
"Addie..."
"No."
"But.."
"Is it about the case?"
"No.."
"Does it involve either one of you helping me out with this?" she asked not looking up, but holding up the piece of paper she was writing on.
"No..."
"Does it involve me, one of you, wine and food?"
"Yes..."
"Then no. Go away. I have better things to do!"
"Please..."
"I SAID NO. A THOUSAND TIMES NO!" Addie shouted. "If you two don't stop asking, you're in trouble!"
The lads looked at each other, then George opened his mouth.
Three hours later Addie was called into the Inspector's office.
"Addie what the bloody hell am I gonna do with you?"
"What? Higgins and Crabtree keep asking me out to dinner, I keep saying no. They won't stop asking. Every day they ask. For two months! I'm fed up with it! It's what caused the accident in the first place!"
"What accident?"
"The accident involving me, Henry Higgins, George Crabtree, my foot and their backsides!"
Thomas Brackenried looked out of his office window, noticing two constables, sitting rather uncomfortably. He shook his head and muttered
'bloody hell'
"Addie, don't let it happen again." He sighed defeatedly.
"Don't worry. They've learned their lesson." Addie smirked.
