Chapter 2

"Well, that's a nice welcome, ain't it! Tell yah what, why don't you try again"

Mickey looked at the man coldly, "I said, what the hell are you doing here? That welcome was good enough for me, now hurry up 'cause I got work to do and me Super's already been on me back twice today."

"Well, you've obviously forgotten your manners, is there somewhere we can talk in private?" Mickey pondered this for a moment.

"Okay, we can talk while I work, follow me."

Mickey led the man up to the CID office, they walked over to his desk in silence and Mickey pulled up an extra chair from Stuart's desk. He sat down and picked a folder off the top of the pile in an attempt to ignore the man.

"Look, Mickey, I know we've had our differences, okay but you can at least hear me out, yeah."

"Why? Come on give me one good reason why I should listen to you, why shouldn't I just throw you out now eh?"

The man was about to reply when Jack came walking up to Mickey's desk,

"Mickey, who's this? Actually you better come into the office. Mickey complied, the man followed him in.

"Guv, this is erm this is my er…he's my ..."

"I'm his old man." Mickey stared at his trainers, Jack's eyes widened in astonishment as he looked at Mickey and the man. He caught Mickey's eye and silently asked for confirmation, Mickey gave a little nod. Then Jack spoke, "Right, well I'm Jack Meadows, Mickey's boss, it's nice to meet you Mr.Webb." He held out his hand to shake.

"Yeah, you too, hope Mickey doesn't give you too much trouble!"

"Oh quite the contrary, he's a great help,"

"Really? He was always useless as a kid, more trouble than he's worth that one!"

Jack didn't know what to say to that, he looked at Mickey, who seemed to be very distressed.

"Actually, Mickey's worth more than the rest of my team put together, he's funny, kind, clever, good at his job and he's like a son to me, so if you're going to insult him don't do it to me. I think you'd better leave." Mickey looked up, his eyes wide with astonishment, "its okay guv, he was leaving anyway, Dad, I don't want anything do to with you, you lost any rights to be in my life years ago, don't bother trying to get in touch again, I don't need you."

Mickey's dad launched himself at Mickey, he couldn't breath, he was the smaller of the two and suddenly felt himself shaking, images running in front of his eyes, Julian Napper, Ron Gregory and last of all Delaney. He hadn't realised that his Dad had released his grip, all he could see was his rapist in front of him, holding him, and he started shaking his head. Someone touched his shoulders and Mickey struck, knocking whoever it was to the floor, he ran.

Jack called after him but he kept on running out the station doors and to his car, he sped off before Jack had even got outside.