New chapter ;) Hope you'd like it

Sometimes people we love are too busy to see how much they're hurting they beloved.

'Superintendent?' The shy, soft voice called out in the quiet main corridor, but the man who was called did seem to hear him. 'Superintendent?' He called once again, but this time louder and began follow his target, almost sure he spotted the right guy.

'I believe he's calling you, Craig.' Charlie grinned as they stopped in front of Dean's office and man frowned his eyebrows surprised. It took him few seconds before he realized the situation and with a quiet grunt turned around to face the copper who was calling him.

'Yea, I'm superintendent. And you are?' Craig measured him unfriendly, in case if he was journalist or tried to find him to submit complain at someone.

'Sergeant William York, sir.' He quickly introduced himself and bowed in half, making Charlie chuckled slightly and Craig stepped back a little.

'Will, you know, the youngish you sent to our department. A gift for Bridget.' Charlie whispered to him as he didn't see any signs of recognize on older man's face.

'Ah, Willy!' Craig exclaimed with a big grin, finally knowing with whom he's talking right now. 'What's up, lad?'

'Sergeant Bridget sends me to ask if we can get a consent to check the nearest orphanages to see if we find Behari's older daughter there. They don't have any family in England.'

'Sure, but why you need…' Charlie nudged him on the rib and gave a knowledge look. 'Yea, right. I'll give you one, but tell Bridget to mover her own ass next time. You're not her errand boy.'

'I don't mind…'

'You should work in terrain not worry about paperwork.' Craig cut him off and gave Charlie very long look. 'And I want everyone to remember it, regardless of what everyone thinks about some points.'

'Sure thing, Craig. You're the boss here.' Charlie smiled sheepishly.

'But you give me a consent, sir? I need it on the paper.' William asked nervously.

'Yes, I'll give you.' Craig sighed and rolled his eyes. 'Come to my office.'

'Let me do it, sir!' Before Craig could react William almost threw himself on the door and grabbed for the door handle to open it for his superior. His jaw almost dropped down when the handle door in shape of ball left in sergeant's hand when he got it back. 'I guess it has been wrong attached.'

'It looks like that.' Craig mumbled thrilled and opened his hand to take his property.

'Good think the door is open.' Charlie stated with half grin. 'I told ya about him, but you don't believe me.' He said in conspiracy whisper to his colleague when William shyly entered the office.

'Just shut up.' Craig snapped at him and tightened the door handle in hand, before he followed his subordinate and closed the door with a slam in front of Charlie's face.

John Paul's fingers patting rhythmically on the table, while he was enjoying his afternoon tea and watching some talk show on the old, small TV, from time to time wincing slightly when Michaela's foot hit him on the ankle as she threw herself next to him and was leaving pieces of chocolate biscuits at mum's favorite couch. She didn't say a word to him today yet, but he was sure she was quite interesting about what he was talking with mum. She could pretend she's busy thinking about new theme she should put in the magazine and watching TV, but John Paul knew her too well. She wasn't too much behind Myra, Mercedes and Jackie.

'So when I'm going to meet her?' John Paul looked briefly at his mother as she came back to the living room with a plate of biscuits in right hand.

'Meet who?' He asked casually and reached for a snack while Myra positioned herself in the armchair and move it with herself, so she was now hiding TV with her body.

'Oy, I was watching this!' Michaela cried annoyed, gesticulating vigorously toward her.

'Craig's mother.' Myra continued, didn't even look at her daughter. 'I thought you could invite her and her husband and Craig's siblings to us this Sunday. For lunch.' She suggested with an excited smile, which John Paul didn't like.

'Since when you want so badly to meet Craig's mother?' He glanced at her suspiciously, didn't understand from where she got such an idea. For the last two weeks or more they hadn't talked about Craig's family and she even seemed to not be interested in them, since there was still too early to say if their relationship has chance to last, and now…surprise!

'Nana McQueen is coming to town this weekend.' Michaela explained kindly, couldn't help the wince for same thought.

'You can forget about this, mum.' John Paul quickly warned her. 'No way she's gonna talk with them.'

'It's your grandma, John Paul. She cares about you, wants to know how you sort out your life.'

'So tell her, I'm fine. It's not a lie, isn't?' Myra gave him unappreciated glance. 'By the way, why grandma decides to visit us? She spent her all money and searching for idiot who sponsored her another vacation or round of poker?' He snorted.

'Well, she already found one.' Michaela smirked and looked at Myra. 'Cheers, mum.'

'Mum!' John Paul growled, when Myra wrapped her arms around herself in defense. 'How much money you gave her?'

'She's in very hard position, John Paul.' She scowled at him, didn't like the tone he used.

'Like last year.' He shook his head with disbelief. 'You should have a postcard from Denmark somewhere. She had a lot fun there and been very happy that her daughter bought holidays for her.'

'She will buy slippers for me from the shop down the street again.' His sister sang and wiped the pieces of biscuits on the carpet. 'That's nice of her.'

'Well, grandma always love giving presents her grandchildren.' John Paul smirked. 'So how much you gave her?'

'Only few pounds…' She replied evasively, didn't look into his eye.

'Enough to sponsor my studies.'

'Mum, when on the Earth you will learn she's using you?' John Paul growled irate. 'I can't believe…'

'She's my mother.'

'It isn't like she cared about you too much when you were a child, is it?' He asked sarcastically and took another biscuit. 'Anyway, Craig's mother doesn't know about us.' He added quieter, reluctantly changing the theme only to not upset his mother more.

'Why?' Myra asked shocked, straightening in her armchair. 'He's not ashamed of you?' She asked sharply, eyeing him intently.

'No, mum. His mother just doesn't know Craig, well…he's not only interested with girls.' He replied with a sigh. 'He needs time to prepare his family for such news.'

'So they know about you and him in work?' Michaela chimed in, putting another nail to his coffin.

'No…'

'And you're telling me he's not ashamed?' Myra scowled. 'He doesn't has any reasons to be ashamed of you, John Paul.'

'He's not ashamed, mum!' John Paul growled irate. 'He isn't just ready to tell the whole world we're together. It's not that simple as you think. You don't have any idea how much it cost me to tell you that I'm gay.'

'I'm sure he's mother isn't going to turn with her back to him. He's her child, piece of her.'

'Well, the problem is, Craig isn't so sure about that as you and me.' He sighed and leaned back on the couch. 'Not every family is like ours, mum. I love him and can wait how long he needs. I'm going to support him, mum.'

'Even if it takes him one year or more?' Michaela asked seriously, for the first time fixing her eyes at her brother.

'I can wait.' He said firmly.

'And what if he never decides to tell anyone about you two? You're going to accept it, too?' John Paul became silent, suddenly devoid of words.

'I think you go too far, Michaela.' Myra stated and moved nervously in her chair. 'But I know one thing, John Paul. You and Craig need to talk seriously about your relationship. You need to know where you're standing and if he thinks about telling his family about you…I'm not telling this because I'm not trusting Craig, but I'm telling this, cause if something goes wrong or he changes his mind, I don't want you to get hurt. It'd be better for both of you to know from beginning in which way your relationship is going.' She reached for his hand and gently stroked it as her eyes watched him with concern. 'It's only advice. I'm not going to put my nose in your business, cause it's your life, but still I'm your mother and you have to forgive me that I'm still worrying about you and want the best for you.'

'We all want.' Michaela added and smiled slightly.

'I know. I'm going to talk with him, really. We just never have time for it.' He sighed and wrapped his one arm around sister.

'So he needs to find it. I know he's superintendent, but his life isn't only police.' Myra added. 'He needs understand that now there's two of you, not only him, and you need his attention. That's how relationship works.'

'Well, you should listen to her. Who like who, but mum has an experience. She had more boyfriends and fiancés than kids.' John Paul chuckled slightly when Myra reached for a pink pillow and without warning threw it on Michaela. 'Oy!'

'Watch your language, young lady.' She waggled a finger at her, although there was a small smile appearing on her face.

'It's not like everyone doesn't know about that.'

'I believe you're going to clean up the couch, when you finish eating.'

'What would life be without a bit of faith…' John Paul rolled his eyes as his mother's eyebrows frowned and he just could smell the upcoming war in the air.

Darren nodded at two officers, giving him a sign they can slip inside the nearest building and position themselves on the second floor, with a window going out on the street. He zipped up his police jacket and removed a gun before he turned around to check if everyone were on their position.

'Are we ready to put the bait, Sarge?' The sergeant behind him asked with a smirk.

'Yes.' He nodded slightly his head and slipped sunglasses on the nose. 'Everyone's on their positions.'

'Give him forward, guys!' The officers yelled at the back with a grin. Darren moved slightly and reached his hand out when small man in his late thirties has been pushed forward and stop next to him.

'Remember to not lose your microphone there, otherwise you wouldn't have only us on your head.' Darren advised for goodbye, before he pushed him on the main street. 'Now, go to your boss and play cool…And if you do something stupid, you can be sure you'd end with my bullet in your head, you got it?'

'Yes.' The man mumbled and reluctantly moved down the street.

'I can't wait to see their faces when we go inside.' The officer grinned, eyes shone with excitement. 'It's gonna be a really good fun.'

'Don't get so excited over that. You never know how everything's going to end.' He said carefully and slowly start following his informant with a hope this time they'll get them all and something move in his investigation.

'Knock, knock.' Craig slowly lifted his head, small smirk playing on his lips as familiar, beloved voice rang in his kingdom. 'Are you busy?'

'It means the end of work?' He asked instead and grinned widely when John Paul slipped inside the office with warm food in Styrofoam packaging. He quickly moved papers on the one of the corners of the desk and rubbed his hand as his boyfriend start putting their lunch and plastic plates with forks on the empty space.

'Thought this time it should be me buying a lunch for you.' He smiled softly and placed a kiss on his lips before sat in front of him.

'Lucky me. Is it fish and chips?'

'Yep. You always sulking you're hungry when we go out for lunch, so I bought something bathing in oil with hope you'd be satissfied this time.' He said with a smirk.

'I'm not sulking.' Craig disagreed with mouth full of fish. 'Sometimes I'm just express my dissatisfaction about certain kinds of food.'

'However you call it, it's still the same, Craig.' John Paul pointed out, amused. 'The only difference is, you're using nicer words than me.'

'Anyway, how was your day in McQueen's crazy household?' He asked with a cheeky smile. 'Myra again was asking if we want to have kids in future? She already has a bunch of grandchildren and I don't understand why she's pushing on us so much about having kids.'

'Well, she doesn't talk about that…' John Paul started and dropped the fork on the plate, deciding it could a be good time to the heart to heart talk.

'That's something new!' Craig chuckled and took another bite of his lunch. 'It's delicious, babe. I could eat it all the time.'

'Yea, sure.' John Paul mumbled and reached his hand out to take a hold of his boyfriend's hand. 'Since we're talking about my family, I thought it's a good time to talk about yours for once.' He continued carefully, moving nervously on the chair. 'You know, it'd be nice to meet them one day.' He explained catching his puzzled look. 'Cause you thought about introduce me to your mother, right?'

'Yes, but I don't think it'd be the right time for family lunch in mum's house right now.' He said without interest.

'Why not?' John Paul asked quickly, eyeing him suspiciously.

'I don't have time to come back to home now, John Paul. You know how busy I am.'

'We could go to your hometown for weekend.' He suggested, but Crag didn't look impressed, only annoyed.

'What the hell bites you today? Why suddenly you want to meet my mother, eh? It's not like she has something to say about our relationship.'

'It's not suddenly. I wanted to do it from a long time…You already know my whole family, and now, I'd like to see yours. You barely talking about your mum and siblings.'

'Maybe, because I don't want to talk about them?' He asked him irate in the same time as his phone start rang and he glanced at the screen. 'Sorry, I need to answer. It's Jack. My stepfather.' He explained reluctantly.

'You always doing everything to avoid conversation with me.' He complained, but man wasn't listening him, only with one arm pressing his mobile phone to the ear, he jumped off from the chair and reached for his suitcase.

'I'm on my way.' Craig said to his stepbrother and hang out. 'Sorry, but you need to eat lunch alone.'

'What's wrong, babe?' John Paul asked concerned as he noticed Craig's hands were shaking now and he looked very nervous. 'Something wrong with your mum?'

'No, it's Steph. She began to give a birth and Max and mum are in London right now. Steph starts panicking and Jack doesn't know what to do. I need to go to hospital and take care about situation.' He replied quickly and moved for his jacket.

'I'm going with you.' He said, but Craig acted very quickly and forced him to sit down.

'You can't go with me! No one knows about you, so how the hell I'm going to explain them why I take my partner from work with myself?' He snapped at him, rolling eyes at him. 'Start thinking...'

'You'd say the truth? That I'm your boyfriend? When exactly you want to tell your family about me?' He asked sharply.

'In the right time.' Craig replied evasively.

'And you think it's enough for me?' He asked irate.

'It has to be for now. The key from the office in the second drawer. Close it before you go back to home and if you could call janitory to attach new door handle. Thank you and see you later.' He added before without more words he ran out from the office.

'I'm not your bloody servant!' He yelled after him and threw his plate through the room. Sometimes he just had enough him.

The frontal door has been pushed from the hinges in one, strong kick and few police officers ran into abandoned furniture factory with guns shining in the pale light of lamp, their voices resounded around empty building, giving an illusion like there was two times more people than it actually was. Four men standing in the middle didn't even have chance to reach for this weapons, staring at policemen with shock and surprise.

'предатель.' One of them hissed at the small, shivering man hiding behind empty boxes, since the action starts.

'Police!' Darren yelled and turned the nearest man around so he was facing the wall right now and he could put handcuffs on his crossed in wrists hands.

'We did nothing wrong.' The Russian said through teeth.

'Well, that we shall see later.' Darren said firmly and pulled him toward the entrance. 'Come on, guys. Arrest everyone and take down the station.' He ordered.

'You are going to pay for this.' The Russian hissed. 'You will lose your job quicker than you say word; police once again.'

'Don't you know that for treating police officer on duty, you can get a very nice small apartment with bunk bed.' He said coldly and unceremoniously pushed him into his car. 'Sit straight and better shut up if you don't want to worse your situation. You understand?' He asked as he sat behind the steering wheel and looked on the mirror.

The man didn't answer only sent him a cold look, before focused his eyes at the other members of his gang leaded toward other cars. Darren smirked slightly and lit the engineer as his subordinates start slowly gathering up outside factory.

'You don't want to talk? Okay, as you wish…But I feel a need to warn you that we have a surprise for you at the station. I bet you'd like it.' He winked, but in response man only barred his teeth toward him.