Boss's Daughter
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This could not be happening again!
WHY was nobody listening to him!
HE WAS INNOCENT!
It was raining and Major Becker sat in her car outside the cemetery with a police constable.
PC Swinfield. He was an experienced police officer in his mid-thirties, was stout and had dark hair. His many years on the force belied his appearance. Slowly Bertie got out and tried to find the grave she was looking for.
PC Swinfield stopped. He pointed to a man standing at a particular grave.
"I think that's the grave belonging to FCO L Miller."
Bertie nodded. She gazed at the sombre man dressed in black, standing at the graveside, knowing that it was her brother.
She asked PC Swinfield to wait for her orders, and slowly walked up to Becker. She stood by his side and paid her own respects. She noticed the flowers in his hands.
"It was so long ago, but sometimes it feels like yesterday." He whispered quietly. Afraid that if he spoke too loudly he could wake someone.
"I know; it'll get worse before it gets better." She stated, knowing the contents of file that had been sent to her. She sighed. "Have you finished?"
Becker nodded. Bertie walked away with him slowly. She nodded her head to PC Swinfield so that he could do his job. She stopped and spoke to her brother.
"We've got orders and permission to exhume Lisa's body and see if we can retrieve any DNA. This will get harder." She debated telling him about what she had found. She knew it would be unethical to tell him and so she didn't.
Becker wished he could punch something! Things were happening that he had no control over and he became frustrated.
He drove back to the ARC, and shut himself into the gym when he got there. Having changed into a vest and tracksuit bottoms he deliberately locked himself away. He did not want to be disturbed. He walked up to the punch bag and started pounding away.
His punches became heavier, harder, and he pushed himself to extremes that he had never pushed before. An hour later, his knuckles bleeding, the punch bag broke, and still he punched away, whilst it lay on the floor. Tears began leaking from his eyes, feeling thoroughly anxious and disheartened he stopped. He rolled onto his back on the floor. He lay spread-eagled on the floor for ages. Finally his anger, hopelessness, and frustration subsided. He picked himself up and exited the arena.
McDonalds watched on the security cameras, and he waited outside the gymnasium.
Becker gazed at McDonalds on leaving, words were not necessary; they both knew what had happened and why and nothing would be said to anyone.
"You should get that seen to Sir!" the soldier pointed to his bleeding hand.
"Thank you Justin! I will."
New tests were carried out on Lisa's body. Again traces of foreign DNA were found. The forensic department carried on testing. Finally they sent a new report to Major Becker.
She sat at her desk in Becker's apartment with the file in front of her. She sighed deeply. This one report could either make or break Captain Becker.
This one report could result in his incarceration, and could possibly result in his loss of employment. In short everything that was dear to him could be lost in an instant. Dread began to fill her. Part of her didn't want to find out the truth, but deep down, at the bottom of her heart, she knew Captain Becker was innocent.
Cautiously she opened the file. She held her breath as she skimmed the report for the words that would mean that Becker was innocent. She prayed he was innocent. She knew that he was innocent, and knew that she had to find the evidence to prove it.
Finally she read the one sentence that proved everything.
The traces of DNA found in Lisa Miller's vagina did not match that of Captain H J Becker.
She breathed in deeply and blew through her mouth, puffing out her cheeks as she did so. She was relieved. Unbelievably relieved. Her dear brother was innocent and she wanted to shout it from the roof tops. She wanted to tell the world. She wanted to tell him, but...
She couldn't tell Becker, ethically she could not tell him, and so she did the next best thing...
She told General White.
Bertie stood in the hub. She had been shadowing Becker as usual and she paused to look at the other screens in front of Jess, one of them showed Abby in the gym kick boxing.
Hmm... That gave Bertie another idea. She went off to find the Gym.
Becker stood behind Jess and watched his sister talking to Abby. What was she up to? To his horror Abby took up a stance and threw a kick at Bertie. What were they doing? Was Bertie even aware that Abby was pregnant and could get hurt?
He got to the gym in seconds and watched for a second as Abby kicked out at his sister. She deflected Abby's kick, and Abby landed gracefully back on her feet.
"Very good," Bertie encouraged.
"Bertie! Stop!" Becker shouted. "What do you think you're doing? Do you even know that Abby's pregnant?"
"She knows," Abby spoke up. "Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I'm an invalid!"
"Anyway I've seen what I need to see for the moment, I'm going to head home and try to catch up on reading those files." Bertie interjected.
"See you later," Bertie shouted to Becker before turning and walking up to Abby.
"Are you up for that thing I spoke to you about?"
Abby smiled before she answered. "Definitely!"
Bertie grinned before she walked off.
"I'm fine! Will you stop worrying about me?" Abby looked at Becker as he walked towards her. "Hold on" Abby sniffed, her stomach churned. "Are you wearing aftershave?" she squeaked.
Becker nodded. Abby went pale, and she ran off to the ladies to be sick.
Becker bowed his head in despair. He wasn't having much luck with anything at the moment.
I'm not sure if these tests could possibly be done or whether they would have the same results as before.
Like I said before My muse is developing a nasty habit of killing off Canon Characters. Please persuade her not to. She likes reviews. They make HER happy too!