Hi, today I have another chapter for you :) I hope you'd like it, like previous. It was a little hard chapter to write for me...So I hope I won't dissapoint you.

Randall raised up from his chair with smug grin when Craig and Darren entered the interrogation room in dead silence, looking as if someone died. He leaned against the wall under the watchful gaze of sergeant who shuffled on his feet as the men came in.

'Leave us alone, Fred.' Craig ordered and nodded toward the door. Randall's grin suddenly dropped down as he confused looked at inspector's face, not sure what to expect after such a command. He tried to figure out what's going on from the expression on Craig's face, but it said nothing to him. He was calm, unmoved and quiet; three things which Randall never before noticed on this man. 'And turn off the camera, please.'

'What?' Both, Fred and Randall, asked surprised.

'You heard me. Leave me and Darren alone with prisoner, and turn off the camera.' He repeated calmly and moved Fred's chair on the side.

'I can't leave you both alone with prisoner.' Fred argued, alarmed. 'Especially not with turn off camera!'

'Only for five minutes, Fred.' Darren said and smiled slightly as he noticed anxiety in Randall's eyes and how the man moved back from them, like he just sensed approaching problems.

'You can't do this!' Randall finally shouted to Fred, couldn't withstand the uncertainty. 'It's against the rules! I want to talk with Superintendent.'

'Shut up, Randall.' Craig snapped, barely looking at him. 'Just get out from the room, Fred. If you want you can stay behind the door.'

'And knock when you see Superintendent coming up.' Darren added and rolled up sleeves from his shirt as he saw fear in Randall's eyes. 'Don't worry we aren't going to hurt him.' He flashed his teeth in somehow disquieting smile.

'If Superintendent finds about it…' Fred started nervously.

'He won't. Trust me.' Craig assured him and turned toward terrified Randall.

'Oh, come on! You can't leave me alone with these two! It's unprofessional! You know I'm innocent. They're going to punish me only because my boyfriend told them some bullshits about me!'

'Better don't interfere Spike into this, Randall.' Craig said quietly, in threatening way. 'Trust me, it won't help you.'

'Okay, guys, but when I see Superintendent, you have to let me in and stop what are you going to do.' Fred finally agreed and moved toward door, hearing behind his back Randall's shout.

'Shouting won't help you.' Darren said as the door closed behind Fred and they were alone in the room. He smiled with satisfaction as Randall pacing from one wall to other with eyes like a deer caught in headlights. 'Why you don't cool down, Randall?'

'I don't know what Spike told you, but everything it's a lie!'

'The bruises on his skin lying too?' Darren asked him sharply when Craig with unreadable face expression approached Randall. Suddenly all cockiness disappeared and Randall turned to be so small and weak in front of a one head lower man than him, who became so powerful. Before Randall noticed what's going on, he found himself pushed roughly on the wall with Craig's elbow squeezing painfully his neck while other hand kept him in iron grip on the place. He was terrified as he noticed dangerous gleams in lower man eyes, furious written on his face. 'Answer me!'

'I didn't mean to hurt him.' Randall barely could speak because of elbow gnashing his throat. 'It just happening sometimes.'

'Listen me careful, Randall.' Craig said quietly, voice seeping with threaten and venom. 'If you say anybody about Spike and his problems with drugs, I'll make sure you won't see another morning. You're dead man, if you say something about him, do you understand me?'

'Yes.' He nodded with shaking voice.

'And if we see even one bruise on his skin, we and boys will take a very good care about you. We'll find you, even if we need to dug you from the underground.' Darren added and punched him on the stomach to emphasis his words. 'So think twice before you start threatening a cop again, Randall. You'll pay with your head if you do something so stupid like that. And Spike won't help you.'

'And believe me I'll check if you touch him. Even if I need to force him to strip off in my office, I'll do it.' Randall knew Craig wasn't kidding, so he only nodded his head once again.

'You're lucky, we're so sympathetic, isn't he Craig?'

'Yes, you're absolutely right, Darren.' He said with a sly grin and squeezed Randall's cheeks before he pulled back from the man. 'But one your mistake Randall, and we won't so forgiving anymore. You understand me?'

'Yes, I understand.' He said quietly, shaking, in the same time when Fred knocked to the door. Craig smoothed his shirt and gave the man look full of disgusted while Fred finally came in, flustered.

'What the hell happened here?' He asked confused as his eyes stopped at shaking Randall, observing two men with fear. He never before saw him so devastated.

'We just end the interrogation, Fred. Take him back to the cell or wait with him for Superintendent. I don't care. I just don't want to watch this bastard right now.' Craig replied and walked toward the door.

'What? You didn't talk with him even five minutes!' Fred noted but quickly shut his mouth when Superintendent came in, didn't hide his irate.

'I don't know in what you play Craig, but I don't like it.' Superintendent said coldly to the man, who in response only glanced at him briefly. 'You can imagine how humiliate I felt when I asked Chief Inspector what he wants from me.'

'Well, I'm pleasant you have a good fun, Sir.' He replied, making his superior to open widely his mouth in total shock and surprise. 'But they need me somewhere else, so I can't stay and listen about your very interesting story, Sir. Sorry. I'll finish with prisoner later.' He added and before the man could protested he stormed out from the room, door closed behind him with a slam.

'What was it?' Superintendent asked after a while, couldn't find a right words to describe Craig's behavior. Yes, he was an arrogant bastard and always behaving like he was a superintendent, not him, but today he already reached the peck.

'He has a bad day, Sir.' Darren immediately explained. 'Something wrong is with his mother. She's sick or something like that. He'll be back soon to interrogate him.' He nodded toward Randall.

'If he doesn't watch his mouth, next time he won't be so lucky.' Superintendent stated and nodded toward door. 'I think we'll wait with interrogation for Craig.'

'It would be best, Sir.'

John Paul and Spike jumped on their seats when the door from interrogate room opened once again and closed with a slam when Craig stormed out. The man approached them with tightened fists, eyes shone with furious although his face didn't betray any emotions.

'My office, now.' He said coldly to Spike, ignoring his partner completely. The tattooed man raised up from his seat with bended head, ready to follow Craig. 'And don't expect nothing good.'

'Grow up, Craig.' John Paul snapped, couldn't stand the way he was behaving toward Spike. 'Past is past. You could give him a break.'

'If you don't know what's going on, stop interfere.' Craig said through the teeth, finally paying his all attention to him. 'Otherwise I'll lose my patience.'

'I don't know, cause you don't want to say me…I think we need to talk too, Craig.'

'When I finish with Spike…Don't! Don't you even dare to argue about that!' He yelled irate. 'He made a mess and now he needs to clean it up.' He snapped pointing at Spike. 'And you're not going to help him.' He added.

'I think I have rights to know what the hell is going on here! We're working together.' John Paul shouted and raised up from his chair.

'I really don't have time to talk with you, John Paul! Just get out of my way!' He yelled and pushed Spike toward elevators.

He breathed with relief when the door closed behind their backs and there was no sign about John Paul following them to eavesdropping what's going on. Although Craig knew he had a rights to know about Spike and his problems with drugs, he wasn't ready to share with him Darren's revelation. It wasn't about he didn't trust the man, cause he knew that regardless of what he say everything will be safe with John Paul. But seeing his explosive temperament and his big mouth, he'd shout it out during another quarrel between them two, before he'd realize what he just did. It'd bring only more problems if someone incompetent hear that and told about it Superintendent. No, he wanted to deal with it quietly, without rumors. He was Spike's boss and it was his duty to do it.

'Sit down, Spike.' He said as he sat behind his desk with a deep sigh, knowing how hard decision he needs to make. He found himself in situation he doesn't wish even his the worst enemy. He kept his poker face although he was torn with conflict emotions. He didn't know if he's doing good or not, but he needed to make a final decision what to do with the man. He knew he couldn't let him work without bearing consequences for his actions, but he wondered if the punishment won't be too high for him.

'I guess you already know about me and my problem.' Spike said with hollow voice, hardly couldn't look into Craig's eyes. 'Darren told you.'

'He decided it's the only way to protect you…Funny, isn't it?' Spike shivered slightly, not quite get used to self possessed Craig, without his sarcastic remarks. He just stared at him with pain, sorrow and disappointment in his eyes, but for Spike it was the worst punishment he ever could get from him. He preferred when Craig was shouting around the room his grievances, complains and frustration, letting his emotions escape, while he was pacing around and trying to smash everyone's heads on the wall when they stand on his track. Now he was suppressed them and Spike didn't have any idea what he was thinking about the all situation. He'd give anything to know what was sitting in his head now.

'Are you going to tell Superintendent that I'm druggie?' He broke the silence, small nervous smile plastered on his face.

'No.' He replied shortly.

'You should…It's your duty to tell Superintendent that I'm druggie and dangerous for my colleagues.' His voice almost broke down.

'And you're?' Spike looked down at his hands, couldn't stand his gaze anymore.

'No, but Superintendent would say I am.'

'So what should I say now? That you're or not?' Spike jerked up his head surprised, didn't understand where this conversation lead.

'The truth…You have to think something about me and the situation.'

'Yea…I think, you're the best friend I've ever could have and fucking good copper without who we won't go so far with the case.' Craig said quietly, his body shaking with held back emotions. 'And I'm fucking angry at you that you fall so low that you preferred to take drugs instead of speak about your problems with me.' He added harshly, fingers tightened around the edge of the desk. 'I'm angry because you became small-minded and didn't care how your addiction will influence at others in work. I'm angry because I don't recognize you anymore, I don't know who you are!'

'I'm sorry.' Spike said quietly, barely stopping himself from burst in tears. He didn't know what to say more. Any words seemed to be right.

'And that's it? It's everything you want to say?' He asked him harshly, anger filling his body.

'I don't know what to say more…It was the only way from escape from my past. I'd do the most stupid and unprofessional thing in my all life, if drugs didn't save me…I'm so empty.'

'It was your mind and soul who saved you, Spike, no drugs. If you were empty like you saying, you wouldn't think twice only did what you wanted.'

'Sometimes I don't know who I am.' He continued. 'I'm looking into mirror and see my face, but I think it's someone else…Sometimes I can't distinguish good and evil, I'm doing things I wouldn't normally do. I'm dreaming about the same nightmare every night so intensely that sometimes I can't distinguish reality from my imagine.'

'It's because of drugs, Spike. You need to stop take them.' Craig said firmly.

'No, it's because someone opened the gate and showed me a light, Craig. Showed me that I can do things I was too terrified to do…You don't know how it's like when your all world falling into your head during one day and everything coming back to you more forcefully than ever before. There are some things you'll never forget, Craig. Things which sitting asleep in your head for all your life, until someone open the gate and let it escape.'

'You need a shrink, Spike.' Craig stated, taken-aback after his speech. 'I'll arrange a meeting with doctor Jefferson. He's the best shrink I know.' He removed his small notebook and searched for a business card.'

'I don't need a shrink! I know what's wrong with me.' Spike exclaimed, wanting Craig to understand him so much. He needed to be understandable.

'You're going to meet with doctor Jefferson, even if I need to drag you there.' Craig said firmly, knowing it's the right moment to put ultimatum and show Spike where he was standing. 'Until you don't sort up yourself and try to finish with drugs, you're suspended.' He finally said it, but strangely something still weighing on his shoulders. Like he didn't doing the quite right thing.

'What?' Spike shouted, didn't believe in what he heard. 'Craig, you can't do this to me! It's the worst punishment you ever could give me.'

'You know, I can Spike, and I'm doing it right now.' Craig said unmoved. 'And believe me it's not easy for me either. It was a really hard decision, but I don't see any more options, Spike. Although I didn't see nothing disturbing in your behavior, I can't risk. You're my friend, but also you're my subordinate who may be danger for others.'

'You're threatening me like I was fucking nut!' Spike yelled, hurt. Why he didn't try to understand him? 'This job is everything I have, Craig. It's my all life. You can't take it from me.' First tears fall down from his eyes and Craig hardly hold back his own. He looked so devastated and lost. 'Please…'

'It'll be unprofessional from my side, if I let you work. Sorry, but I won't change my mind.'

'You said you won't tell Superintendent about me, and like always you lied.' He said quietly, through the tears.

'No, I wasn't lying. I'm not going to tell him.'

'So how the fuck you're going to hide the fact that I'm suspended? He'll start asking and find out the truth sooner than you think.' Spike snapped.

'You'll still working with us, and going to work at the same time like always…But you can't take a part in investigation, only doing some stuffs on the office. Like finding addresses, complete reports…things which won't hurt anyone from department and won't arouse any suspicion. You'll still working, but maybe a little less than always, and in different way.'

'And maybe making a coffee too?' He asked sarcastically, didn't hide his irate. 'So I promoted to secretary? You have never before humiliate me so much like now.'

'If you didn't make a mess, I wouldn't have to do it, Spike. And you know it! So stop making a victim of himself!' He shouted, already having enough this conversation. 'You'll do what I say, if you want to stay at station. I even give you a permission to take a part in conferences so you would know how we moving with the case…If I ask you, from time to time you can share with us your theories, but nothing more. You aren't going to search for evidences or talk with witnesses. Is it clear for you?'

'I don't know if kicking out from the station will be worse for me, than that.' Spike said quietly, wiping his tears.

'I gave you a chance, Spike. And I'm not hiding I'll be pleasant if you accept it…Maybe for few months you'll be back to your old duties.'

'Yea, how optimistic idea it is!' He snarled and raised up from the chair. 'Well, I always knew I can count on you.' He added sarcastically.

'It's you who taking drugs, not me.' Spike chuckled slightly, resigned, and moved slowly toward the door, feeling like someone just took his heart out and cut it into pieces. He had hand on the handle when he heard move and Craig spoke up softly.

'I didn't have choice, Spike. I'm sorry.'

'No, Craig, you had. But you chose the easiest way, cause it's going to cost you nothing.' Spike's cold voice and hollow gaze, made him shiver and wonder if he did right.

'Is it true that we have Randall on the station?' John Paul looked above his shoulder at coming up Bridget.

'Yep. Who told you?'

'Megan. I met her on the canteen.' She sighed and took off her coat, before she threw it on the free chair, next to Darren. 'You already interrogated him?'

'No, we waiting for Mr. Grumpy.' John Paul replied drily and glanced at the door leading to his partner office. 'He's talking with Spike now.'

'Oh? Something happened on the dinner in your mum's house?'

'No, it was quite nice night.' He replied evasively, begging himself to not blush right now. 'I guess it has something to do with Randall or maybe Craig again decided to weary his life for fun.'

'I bet Spike tell you when he'll be ready.' Darren said quietly, didn't take his eyes off from the office since he came here. 'You need to be patient.'

'What you mean?' Bridget asked confused, taking a seat.

'You know something don't you?' John Paul immediately turned toward man. 'Oh, come on Darren. What's going on here?'

'I can't tell you.' He shook his head. 'When Spike be ready, he'll tell you. But for now, I want you to not push on him. He has a really tough time now.'

'I hope he didn't do nothing stupid.' Bridget said acquired as her motherly instinct turn on. 'It's about Randall, isn't it? He did something to him?'

'No…Not quite.' He shrugged, didn't want to share with them more details. 'It's not a conversation for now. Give him a break.'

'No, I won't! If Spike has problems, we need to help him solve it.' She argued and Darren wanted to hit her on the head. Now she was behaving like an old mama, not professional copper. He could guess that Bridget's appear will bring only more troubles than benefits.

'Your interfere only brings more troubles, Bridget. Stop before you go too far.' He warned.

'I already heard the same, but from someone else.' John Paul said drily, giving him an evil glare.

'Don't push on us. We know what are we doing.' Darren said firmly.

'Oh, really?' The man glanced at him skeptically, hardly believing in Craig doing something right, and not on impulse. It didn't sound like a Craig he knew. 'You forget we're talking about Craig Dean? He's unpredictable like a bloody tornado.'

'I believe he is able to make a good decision.'

'Well, I hope you're right.' John Paul sighed, still unconvinced. He jerked his head up when finally Spike left Craig's office and turned toward main corridor, like he didn't notice waiting for him in the common room colleagues.

'Oy, Spike. Over there!' Bridget shouted and waved hand to caught his eyes. The man glanced at her above his shoulder and reluctantly walked back to them, hands shoved into pockets of his jeans. 'Are you okay, boy?' She asked softly in motherly tone, making Darren roll his eyes.

'Yea, I am.' He lied without blink of an eye, but still there were red swollen eyes and traces of tears on his face betraying him.

'But you don't look.' She stated. 'What Craig said you?'

'I really don't want to talk about it right now. I need a fresh air.' He replied quietly, eyes shone with held back tears.

'What about Randall? You aren't going to see the interrogation?' John Paul asked puzzled when Spike reached out for his jacket.

'I'm suspend, so I guess Craig doesn't want to see me there.'

'What he did?' Darren asked taken-aback, quickly raising up from his chair. He couldn't believe he'd something like that.

'Suspended me…Sorry but I have a few things to do in the office.'

'Spike!' Bridget yelled after him, while Darren stormed toward Craig's office, eyes shining with furious and disbelieve. 'How the hell he could suspended Spike? It's ridiculous.'

'Don't forget Craig can do everything.' John Paul stated quietly, wondering what something horrible Spike did, that Craig punished him so badly.

'Why he would do it?'

'Maybe Spike barked at him?' He tried make a joke, but Bridget cold stare, told him it wasn't funny. 'Fine. I'll talk with him and find out.'

Craig didn't have to look up to know who just came in and insolently slammed his own door, before approached his desk and laid hands on the papers he just reading.

'I thought you're going to help him.'

'Well, I did, didn't I? If not my intervention, Randall will already sing up everything to Superintendent. But I stopped him.' He replied calmly, didn't dare to look at him, only pushed his hands back from the papers.

'Yea, but when I only disappeared from your sight, you already suspended him!' Darren snapped, blood boiled in his veins. 'For once you could not be a fucking egoist and do something for other person!'

'So what should I do about that, eh? Hug him and say he did good?' He yelled as he finally looked straight into Darren's eyes, didn't have strength to roll the same theme.

'No. But you didn't have to suspend him. You know he has only this job and taking it away from him, won't help him to deal with his problems. It's really so hard for you to understand it?'

'His name appeared in records, Darren! He's involved in the case and it'll be unprofessional if I let him work in that situation.'

'I'd take care about him. Go with him even to one cabin to check if he doesn't take this shit again. I'll check him every day if he's clean.' He offered.

'Oh, please Darren! We're coppers not babysitters! I won't change my mind, he's going to stay in office and do things which won't harm anyone on the station.' He said firmly, although he still felt doubts, if he has made a good decision. But he couldn't turn back the time, otherwise they will think they can reach everything they want if they only start whining around him. He couldn't allow to something like that. He was a bloody authority here.

'You only worse his situation, Craig. You aren't helping him.' Darren said quietly, didn't know what to do more to change man's mind. 'Let him go back to the case.'

'No. He's going to pay for his insubordination and stupidities. If you don't want nothing more from me, get out.'

'You're making a big mistake, Craig.'

'Maybe I am, maybe not.' He shrugged. 'I just doing my job, Darren. And don't look at me like this! He's my friend too, and believe it was hard for me to suspend him.'

'Yea, I see, it was.' He snarled.

'It was!' He yelled, flustered, but Darren wasn't listening him more. 'He's more than friend for me, Darren…It was the worst situation I've ever found myself.' He said quieter this time.

'You love him?'

'Yes, but not in that way you think.' Craig replied with a sigh. 'I don't love him as a lover…Probably never did.'

'But it doesn't disturb you to shag him, eh?' Something harsh and cold in Darren's voice acted on Craig like a red sheet at bull.

'It's not your fucking business, Darren! We both were adults and he knew what he wanted! I didn't order him to sleep with me. He just did it, cause he liked it.'

'No, he was doing it, cause he loved you, moron.' The man snapped with furious. 'And maybe that's the reason why he started taking drugs.'

'No! You won't blame me about it! There's no way!' He shouted.

'Well, maybe that's the only way to open your eyes and show you, you're making mistake!'

'It's the only way to piss me off Darren, and be struck on the head with a heavy object!' He yelled back, wanting to rip him off for the small pieces. 'You have a really big guts or don't have a brain, that you accusing me about things like that! I really start wondering if you not taking drugs along with Spike, seeing how you covered him up.'

'Yea, we did it along with Hanna, in the second cabin.' He snorted, outraged. 'It's everything you can think up?'

'Better don't push me on the edge…I'm warning you.' He said through the teeth, before he growled loudly irate as the door opened for moment, and John Paul came in with annoyed mine. 'You're living on the bus that you coming in without knocking?' Craig yelled for the welcome, but this time John Paul didn't let him provoke himself.

'It's my office too, Craig. So I don't need to knock, until I know there's no hooker here, giving you something you can't get for free.' He replied cockily, for once shutting the man up. He smiled slightly with victory as his partner stared at him in total shock, speechless, like he didn't know yet what struck him out.

'Ouch, it had to hurt you.' Darren said in mocking tone.

'Get out, Darren. And you…' He pointed his finger at John Paul standing in front of his desk with this cocky smile, which irate him more than Darren's speech. 'And you…'

'Me what?' He asked with a little irony, knowing that man was so badly trying to think up a really good remark, but everything saying he couldn't.

'Get back to your work. I guess you came here for it, not for watching Darren's butt.' He said when Darren turned on his heel and without word leaving both men alone.

'Ouch, that was really good, Craig.' He grinned and go back to his desk, so he could look through his documents.

'Shut up.'

'So you aren't going to tell us, why you suspended Spike?'

'No, I'm not going. You'll find about it in a right time.'

'And when it's going to be a right time?'

'Please John Paul, don't start. I really don't want to argue with you.' He sighed, feeling so tired.

'Why not?' John Paul jerked his head up to may look at the man, his heart pounding in the chest.

'Because I like you…Or I'm just tired.' He grunted and looked down at his wristwatch so he couldn't notice big, silly grin on John Paul's face. 'I don't know. I just need to speak with this asshole and I'm going back to my flat, to get a little sleep.'

'Can I join you?' He asked with hope.

'No.'

'Why?'

'I told you to not argue with me, didn't I?' He asked sharply and raised up from the swivel chair.

'I don't argue, only trying to find out why you don't want me to be during Randall's interrogation.'

'Cause you can't. End of theme.' He said and pretend, he didn't notice how the man rolled his eyes, to not irate himself more. He was going to open the door, when it opened and Bridget's black head appeared in front of him. 'You want to add something too?' He snapped to her, already having enough them all. They were worse than kids.

'No, I want to talk with John Paul.' She replied with innocent smile as Craig let her came in while in the same time he go out. 'So?' She asked when the door closed and she sat down on his desk.

'Nothing. He didn't want to talk.' John Paul shrugged and threw his pen on the furniture. 'What about Darren?'

'He was in so warlike humor I didn't dare to stop him.' She sighed. 'Maybe you'll find something on Randall's interrogation?' She suggested.

'Nah, Craig is already going there and taking with himself Darren, so any chance.'

'Bloody hell. Why they're doing such a big secret of it?' She wondered. 'Maybe Craig found something in Spike's acts and they argue about that?'

'Maybe…But we don't find till Craig or Spike tell us.'

'Or we can go to the room on the back and watch the interrogation room and see if it has something to do with Randall. Maybe we find out sooner than you think.' She grinned.

'You mean the back room with a TV connected to the camera in interrogation room? Craig is gonna kill us for that…'

'Oh, come on John Paul. Maybe it's the only occasion to find what they're hiding from us.' She jumped back from the desk and clapped on the hands. 'Chop, chop, boy! We have a work to do.'

'But if Craig catch us, you're going to explain it.' John Paul warned her before he reluctantly stood up.

'You have my word.' She promised with huge grin. 'And now, come on!'

'Are you sure you didn't see and didn't talk with this man?' Darren asked for the third time Randall, who only impatiently rolling his eyes while he sitting on the chair, in front of the man.

'I already told you I don't know this guy.' He snarled, irate. 'Ed told me there was a guy who kept asking about me, but I don't talk with strangers who me or Ed don't know, so I even didn't try to see him. I don't like people who wants to know too much about my life. It's suspicious.'

'So you never saw him?' Craig asked, his hand massaging his forehead. 'You really wasn't curious to see a guy who wanted to know everything about your personal life? It's a little strange don't you think?'

'Maybe it is, but I was worried he's some kind of stalker who was mad about me and could hurt my Spike.' He replied, handcuffs rang when he laid hands on white table in front of them.

'Oh, I'm touched how you worrying about Spike.' Craig said sarcastically. 'So you can breaking your toy whenever you want, but won't let anybody else touch him?'

'You can say that.' He grinned and with an angle of eye noticed how Darren immediately tensed.

'I see you're very territorial person, Randall…I bet you know everything about your boyfriend. Know where he's going out, with whom meeting…' Darren glanced at his stepbrother confused, not sure where this speech was going to lead them.

'Most of them, yes.' He nodded. 'We don't keep any secrets from each other.'

'So probably you know about his the darkest secrets? You have to know what torturing him so much, that he can't sleep.' Randall laughed shortly at that, knowing what Craig wanted to draw from him.

'It's about Ed Brook and this mysterious man case, not about my Spike, inspector.' He said with a sly grin, didn't let Craig to make a fool of himself. 'If you want to talk about him, we can meet for a coffee one day.'

'Yea, you're absolutely sure.' Craig smiled too, didn't let the man pushed himself from the track. 'So…You need to know Ed pretty long time, cause you trust him so much.'

'Yea, it's been two years.' He nodded. 'Although with a small break.'

'With a break?' Darren spotted. 'What you mean?'

'I flew to the Ibiza for few weeks, so I wasn't in touch with Ed anymore.' He explained.

'Vacation, or work?' Craig asked politely.

'Vacation. I needed a little break from the work and thought Ibiza will be the best place for it.' He flashed teeth in wide grin.

'I bet it was. You met Spike there, didn't you?'

'Yea, from beginning he caught my eyes. He didn't look like locals coppers, firstly I thought he's a office-boy or something like that, before he didn't introduce himself…There was something wild and foreign in his eyes, that I've never before saw at any men. I was dreaming about him all nights, until I decided to take a risk and ask him for a date.'

'Knowing him, he probably said yes.'

'Yea.' Randall smiled softly. 'We started dating and before I realize we were together.'

'What a romantic history.' Craig sighed theatrically. 'And then you started beating him and giving drugs, eh?

'No.' Randall shook his head. 'He didn't take drugs and I wasn't pushing him into this. He knew I'm an addict, but he didn't make a big fuss around it. He tolerated my little weakness, but only for one condition. I couldn't take anymore any hard drugs.'

'And you obeyed?' Darren asked him skeptically.

'Yes, you can ask Spike if you don't believe me. I did it for him…I really loved him.'

'And now you hate him?'

'No, I still love him…But not that much as before. Some things changed…we changed.' He replied quietly, eyes stared at his hands.

'What you mean?' Craig asked softly.

'Spike changed very much…I know it's not his all fault, but after few months I had enough and started taking hard drugs again…It started innocently. One day Spike made me a scene cause I came back to home late and stoned. I slapped him into face, just once…But then there were more and more quarrels between us and instead of do something with that without using my fists, he always ended with new bruises…I didn't want to hurt him, but I can't do nothing about it. Sometimes I'm so frustrated because of him, I need to spend myself.'

'Maybe you should start going on the gym then, instead of making a punching bag from Spike?'

'I guess it'll be some option.' He sighed. 'I really didn't want to hurt him. We were so happy together.'

'So why you pushed him into drugs? Don't you think that it's a change you noticed at Spike, the one which leaded you to aggression?' He asked him sharply.

'I didn't push him, okay? He asked me for drugs.'

'You mean he came to you one day and say he wants to try drugs?' Darren asked him with disbelieve. 'It's ridiculous.'

'He didn't say nothing like that, but giving me signs he wanted.' He replied, irate.

'Yea, right…So how long Spike is taking drugs?' Craig asked, afraid what interesting he may hear from Randall.

'Six months.' He replied without hesitation. 'He couldn't deal with himself so I decided to help him.'

'You kept saying you were so happy in Ibiza, so why he start taking drugs? You saying he couldn't deal with himself…but why? What changed?'

'I don't know…It just happened during one day.' He shrugged. 'One night he woke up with a scream and then everything started…He had nightmares every night, he was kicking and beating me while he was asleep, crying.'

'What kind of nightmares? You know what caused them?'

'No, like I said it just happened one night, and that's all…He only confessed to me that this nightmare was connected with his past. He didn't want to say me nothing more…'

'And after that he started taking drugs?'

'No, firstly he trying to fight with himself, but later there was only worse and worse. He couldn't sleep, starting suffer from insomnia. His superiors started asking, but he didn't know how to explain what was going on with him. He was making mistakes in work, a really bad one…When we returned back he decided it's the right moment to start taking sleeping pills. But it didn't help him too much…When even the hardest stopped working, he asked me for help. And I decided to let him try drugs.'

'Do you know the name of dealer in Ibiza from who you were buying drugs for you two?'

'I didn't buy drugs in Ibiza. Spike started taking them here, in England. I wouldn't give him narcotics from the guy I didn't know and see for the first time in my life.'

'So from the start he took drugs from Ed Brook?'

'Yea, I was buying them for us.'

'So he knew Ed Brook?'

'They only met once.' He shook his head. 'There was no reason to drag him with myself.'

'So maybe Spike saw the guy who was stalking you?' Darren suggested.

'Nah, we were alone when we met…At least I didn't notice anybody around us. But to make sure, I think you need to ask Spike about that, not me.'

'Yea, we'll do it, when we have only occasion.' Craig said and rubbed the back of his neck. 'So you didn't notice anyone strange during last month's?

'No. It's everything what you want from me?'

'Yea…But maybe one more question.' He quickly added before the man raised up.

'Go on, then.'

'Did you hear maybe about Michael Luthie?'

'You mean vocalist from rock band Red Roses?' Randall raised his eyebrow.

'Yea, that's right.' Craig nodded. 'So you know him?'

'No personally, but I liked their band as a teenager.' He replied with a slight smile.

'You were a big fan of them?' He asked with interested wanting to draw from him how much information he could.

'No, I wouldn't say that. I just liked few songs from them.' He shrugged.

'Okay…So you never saw any member of the band?'

'No…Although Ed said me once that three members of Red Roses were buying drugs from him. He was kind of proud that so famous stars were taking stash from him.' He chuckled. 'Old stupid Ed.'

'Oh, really?' Craig asked intrigued. 'Did he tell you their names, perhaps?'

'Yea, they were Frank Mayfield, Peter Sullivan and Roger Bunch.'

'What a nice surprise. Strange, Ed didn't tell us about them.'

'Maybe he forgot, or you didn't ask.' Randall suggested, making Craig smile slightly.

'Yea, maybe.' He shrugged as he threw documents to his briefcase and raised up from his chair. 'I think it's everything for now.'

'For now? So I'm still going to sit in the cell?' Randall asked irate. 'Why?'

'We need to check something and maybe talk with you once again…Then you'll be free.' Craig answered, although with all heart he wanted to keep the man on the station how long he can.

'Fine. I think I can wait a little longer.' Craig glanced briefly at cheeky man and nodded toward Darren to follow him outside. 'But don't let me wait too long! I would miss you!' He gritted teeth as he heard behind his back Randall's laugh, like he just forgot about previous interrogation where he almost wet his trousers from fear.

'We're going to questioning Ed Brook, once again?' Darren asked him when they only left the room.

'No, there's no need I guess. He's only dealer, who knows nothing.' Craig stated and massaged his temples as in mind he was retraced the all conversation with Randall. 'But I have a feeling we'll need to talk with Randall once again before we let him go.'

'You think he's hiding something?'

'No, I think he was honest with us…He didn't has nothing to hide.' Craig shrugged, feeling this strange feeling that something wasn't alright. 'I'm worried about something else.' He confessed as his back met with a wall.

'About what? That musicians from Red Roses were Ed's clients?'

'No…It's something what Randall said to us. I'm not sure what, but there is some inaccuracy, I'd say.'

'So you mean he was lying?' Craig rolled his eyes irate, having enough Darren trying so badly to threw Randall to jail, only to save Spike from him.

'No, he wasn't. At least I don't think so.' He replied calmly, wondering about something. 'Something hit me when I asked him how long Spike's taking drugs.'

'Yea, I remember. He said that from half year.' Darren nodded.

'He was very convinced about it...'

'Well, he was buying drugs for Spike so he has to be.' Darren noted. 'Beside Spike said me the same. He's going to confirm he's taking drugs from half year, so Randall wasn't lying in that case.'

'In that point yes, but…still something worried me. But I'm not sure what.'

'Maybe you overreacting a little, and searching for things they don't exist?' He suggested with a half smile.

'No, Darren. It's something more, I know it. There are some inaccuracies. Something didn't match.' He insisted.

'Fine, maybe you're right…We'll talk with him once again so maybe the same thing hit you once again and you'll know what bother you so much.'

'Yea, maybe…I need to think up about it. I don't know why but I think it's important and I need to find out what is it before I'll talk with Randall once again.'

'Okay, think up then. Meanwhile I'll make coffee for us and check how's Spike.' He said and was ready to go when the door from the neighboring room, opened widely and John Paul with Bridget came out. Darren closed his mouth and looked with disbelief at their pale faces, shock written on his faces…So they knew the truth. Question is how they're going to react to such news...

'You couldn't fucking wait, could you?' Annoyed and cold Craig's voice rang in the corridor, before one of them could speak up.