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The rain splattered against her bare arms, the overcast day collapsing around her. I pushed through the crowd, the man in the black coat just ahead.
You're nearly here, said the luxurious, deep voice. He was turned away. I reach for his shoulder to spin him round...
My eyes snap open and I jolt up in bed. My eyes remained unfocused for only a moment, and then the room came into full view. It was lightish, early morning struggling to seep through the heavy curtains. I swivelled round so my feet touched the carpet. I breathed deeply a couple of times. How had I gotten back here? The last thing I remember... hell, it had to be when Mark had started the car back to the mill. Wait, I'm calling him Mark now? I shoved a hand through my bedraggled hair. Just in shock, that's all.
The light was on in the bathroom and I could hear a tap running. I gulped a little as I tried to lift myself off the bed. A sharp pain in my arm causing me to yelp. The tap stopped in the bathroom. I fumbled underneath the bed for my bat. This felt way too familiar for comfort. I approached the door, bat half raised. I kicked the door and heard it thump against something. A voice grunted and the figure stepped around the door, leaning into the doorway.
"Was that really necessary?" The Detective rubbed his stomach and stood up straight. I cursed and stood back.
"What the hell are you doing in my apartment Hoffman?" I said, not letting go of the bat. He tilted his head and smirked.
"How'd you think you got home last night?" he laughed at my puzzled expression and wandered down the corridor. What the hell? I thought. I followed tentatively, watching him pull a bottle from a carrier bag and settle back on the couch – MY couch. Fine, so he may have brought me home, but why was he still here?
"Great. So you found some humanity in that body of yours and brought me home – after I saved your butt I might add. But then usually, you're supposed to LEAVE." I put particular emphasis on the last part. He put the bottle on the coffee table and looked at me, folding his arms across his chest.
"Like it or not, John says your not to leave the apartment until tomorrow when the doctor comes and that means someone has to stay and watch you don't try to sneak out." He gave me a 'tuff shit' look then picked the bottle back up, supping at it and casually watching my reaction to this unwelcome piece of news.
I didn't know what to say so I shook my head and headed for the kitchen. I shoved a hand through my hair as I opened the fridge. There was a distinct lacking of alcohol related products. I turned my head to find his damn'd smug face watching me.
"Alright. Where are they?" he chuckled and set down the bottle, shaking it to draw my attention. The carrier bag. I walked back to the coffee table, but the bag was wrenched away before I could go for it. "I think you'll find those are mine." I said calmly, nodding to the bag's contents.
"You're not allowed any for the time being." His smirk had returned, the corner of his mouth slanting upwards. "But you're free to try and get them; I'm getting bored..."
He didn't get to finish that sentence, because I was across the table, snatching the bag from his grasp. He grabbed my waist before I could make a quick getaway and threw me onto the other sofa, the bag back in his hands.
"Nice try..." I launched for the bag again, this time ripping it open, the bottles clunking against the carpet. He had a harder job on his hands now. I picked up one and retreated to the kitchen. Before I could start chugging the opened beer though, he was wrenching it from my grasp and proceeding to pick up the others from the carpet.
"Like hell you do!" I shouted, jumping onto his back and throwing him off balance. We collapsed to the floor in a heap. I scrambled away, grabbing at as many bottles as my on hand to hold and then shot behind the TV. But he was already up, and tackled me onto the couch. I rolled away before he could get to me, kicking at him. He grabbed my foot and wrenched me towards him, but I slammed my other foot into his shin, causing him to pull us both over onto the floor.
I yelped in pain as my arm clashed with the coffee table and rolled to the ground, clutching my arm. I didn't hear him get up, but suddenly I had his arms under mine and I was being lifted to my feet.
I was too in shock to say anything as he half-carried me back to my room. He let me down on the edge of the bed and knelt down. He pulled my other arm away and had a look at the bandages, gently putting pressure on different parts until I winced when he got nearer the elbow. He shot me a quick look, but it was too quick for me to fully register the worry written on it.
"This is what happens when you don't listen." He mumbled. I actually laughed out loud at this. He rested back on his haunches and raised his eyebrows.
"I think you will recall that it was you who challenged me, Mark." I stopped then though. His eyes widened at his name. My mouth just hung open. Why did I just call him that? Out loud? He seemed just as surprised, then a small smile crossed his lips and he got up.
"I ran a bath for you. I have to go out for a little while, so just stay here." He paused at the doorway, looking back the smirk returning slightly. "Oh, and I'll be taking the booze with me." With that he closed the door, leaving me in the silence of his absence.
