I know it took me a little time, before I post a new chapter, but I caught a cold and didn't feel good to write something. But I'm back and try to post a new one in the week :) Hope you'd like it.

He didn't think clear when he ran on the second floor, and jumped above lying on the floor with injured leg officer, to get to the hall. He start coughing as the dense smoke start filling up his lungs, he barely could see the end of the corridor. His skin start sweating partially because of, the heat in the corridor where the fire still was, and because of shouts and moans from injured officers.

'Spike!' He yelled, didn't even think to cover his mouth with cloth. 'Spike, say something!'

'I'm here.' Weak voice replied, close to the canteen, in the centre of this hell. Darren immediately jumped over some other officer and fall down on his knees, feeling in that position he's going to find him quicker and has bigger chance to not asphyxiate himself in a minute. He moved ahead and moment later he noticed familiar spiky hair belonging to the man lying on his back, unmoved. He quickly approached him and took his blackened with smoke face into hands, to check if he was still conscious. He almost broke into hysterical laugh as Spike's eyelids flustered and moment later his hazel eyes were looking straight into Darren's. He's alive.

'Come on, Spike. We need to get out of here.' Darren urged him and helped him to sit up, but when he tried to lift him up, Spike pushed him back.

'I can't. My foot is crashed.' He panted and pointed at metallic cabinet lying on his right foot. Darren immediately took care about it, and after minute fighting with it, Spike was freed. 'Thanks.' He mumbled and let the man lift himself up and be pulled toward the stairs. Darren threw Spike's arm around his neck, while his arm wrapped around the waist, and helped the limping man go toward other end of the corridor. He breathed with relief as he noticed red uniforms behind the smoke and heard as the fire extinguishers were already working.

'Are you okay?' One of firemen asked them as they emergence and quickly helped Darren to steady, barely standing on the feet, Spike.

'There are few injured.' Darren said and pointed at the corridor, behind his back. 'I'll take care about him, but you need to help others.'

'Don't worry, we'll take care about them. Go downstairs, straight to the ambulance.' He ordered and disappeared in the nearest cloud of smoke.


'You're an idiot.' Craig stated and shook his head as he was observing his stepbrother sitting in the ambulance with oxygen mask in hand. 'You could die along with this other dump.' He pointed at Spike lying behind Darren's back, while in the meantime paramedics taking care about his bleeding foot.

'I know it'll be too big sacrifice for you to go back for your friend, who slowly dying on your floor.' Darren snarled, giving him an evil glare. 'He didn't stay here, cause he wanted it, Craig. If you forget Bridget said he was going to the canteen when this hell started. Just take a look at him and say me, if he was able to get out from there on his own.' He snapped and wore the oxygen mask, to not have to talk with the man anymore.

'It was very kind of you, you came back for him. But you forgot about your safety and almost died with him because of the smoke.' He said softer this time and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little uneasy after Darren's reply. 'You're selfish, that you didn't think about people who love you and how much it'll touch them, if you don't come back. You have Hannah and you should think about her. And Spike has, well it's hard to say about his family or…' He looked away, already knowing he chose the bad words as he noticed Darren's angry look.

'He at least has me.' He said firmly and shook his head with disbelieve. 'And I don't understand you. How you can say who deserves to be alive, and who not? You think Spike is worse than me, cause he doesn't has family? I can't believe you that something like that even crossed through your mind…' He said in harsh whisper, so Spike couldn't hear them.

'I didn't have nothing bad in mind. I just…' He rubbed the back of his neck furiously, almost to the blood. 'Wanted to say you, you have for who life and you behaved irresponsible going back to the burning building without any equipment.'

'He has for who life, Craig.' He said quietly. 'He has us and Randall. He needs our help and support, not to be push away…How would you feel if I say I'm not going to help you get out from the building, cause you don't have nobody who will care about you? If we compare you to Spike, he'll be in the better position. You know why? Because you're alone like a finger, and don't have any friends. Everyone who tried make friends with you, you always pushing away or making an enemy of them, because of your stupid, hurting comments…Only John Paul seemed to get used to you, but even his patience is on the edge. Think about it Craig, before you push away the only person who truly likes you and tries everything to be your friend.' His sharp words closed Craig's mouth for good.

'Superintendent asking how's Spike.' Charlie appeared behind Craig's back and with curious looked above his shoulder to see Spike.

'He's fine, just a little tired and afraid.' Darren replied and threw the mask on the stretcher, before he jumped off.

'Sir, where are you going?' Paramedic asked as Darren start walking out from the ambulance. 'We need to examine you!'

'I'm fine. Take care about my friend.' He said and gave a long look speechless Craig before he go away.

'What was that?' Charlie asked, surprised.

'Just a minor exchange of views.' He replied evasively and shoved hands into pockets before he headed toward John Paul and Bridget standing around Chief Constable car.


'We should take you to the hospital, Sir.' The paramedic said, trying to keep Spike in the ambulance. 'We should do X-ray your foot, you may have it broken.'

'It's only deep cut and few bruises. If it was broken I wouldn't walk on it.' He stated and slowly stood up to confirm his words. 'I'd even dance for you, if I can.' He grinned.

'You can do what you want, Sir. But it'd be better if you go with us.'

'Nah, I don't like hospitals. I prefer to stay here and see how my colleagues copying with situation.' He gave him slight smile. 'I'm fine. Thanks for help.' He left the ambulance and gnashed his teeth as the pain from his foot ran along his spine toward the head. He was in the half way to his colleagues from department, when he noticed sweet Carmel with arms around John Paul's neck, crying quietly on his shoulder, while Michaela was standing aside and glancing unfriendly at Craig talking on the phone with his mother, judging by loud, shrink voice on the handset. There was no sign of Bridget so he guessed she has to come back to home, to her son. He smiled softly as he noticed Charlie and Darren standing behind this small group. As quickly he could moving on his injured foot, he approached men.

But when he was a step behind them, he noticed young, unfamiliar woman hanging on Charlie's shoulder and Hannah already fussing around Darren with eyes red like a rabbit. It looked quite funny when she treated him like a small boy, who even can't tie up his shoes cause he getting cough attack when he only bended over and his thorax crashed with his knee. But when he thought how embarrassed Darren has to feel right now in front of his colleague from work, he felt sorry for him. He knew what means when your lover making a fool of you or threatening you like you were mentally inefficient.

But on the other hand, Darren couldn't complain he was forgotten by world, but has a lovely fiancé who in moment like this came down to support her lover. When Spike looked around he suddenly felt bad. Between blue uniforms and familiar faces, he noticed the foreign one's belonging to their families, friends, sympathies. People who carries about them and love them. While I'm alone.

Spike began wonder what could stopped Randall from coming down here, and be the one of those people. Because something had to stop him, there was no other option. Maybe he didn't hear about the explosion? But it sounded stupid even for him. In the end Randall was a journalist, so he has to know what's going on…

He moved his eyes toward group of journalists with a hope he may stand there with his camera or small notes and working on the new article. But why he didn't search for me? Or maybe he did, but Darren didn't tell him about me? But there was no sign about Randall, and the longer he was standing there, the more his foot hurts him. He passed by Chief Inspector giving an interview journalists, and fall down on the wooden bench, hidden under the oak. Why he doesn't phone? He felt so sad and lonely, between these all people. He wants Randall to be here with him. He wants him to support him and saying that everything's gonna be okay and he's save now.

But there was no Randall, and no phones from him. There was only Spike sitting on the old bench, far away from his friends surrounded with their families, with a broken heart. He again disappointment him, but this time it hurt him more than ever. He could die, but Randall seemed to not bother about it.

He shivered when the mobile phone in the pocket of his jeans shook shortly, giving him a sign he got a message. With curious he removed it and looked at the screen. His lips curled into small smile as black words; Randall, caught his eyes.

The more he read, the more his smile faded. His eyes became tearful, lips trembling with holding back emotions. I should tell you this yesterday, but I didn't have courage to do it…I don't love you as much as you deserved. He wants to howl of grief and sorrow. I know I'm going hurt you, but I can't be with you anymore. I'm sorry. He couldn't stop himself from crying and sobbing while he hid face in hands, telephone slipped down from his hand. He should died there. It'd be good for everybody.

Few heads turned toward him as animal cry left his chest, when he understood that everything was over.


'You really feel fine? You don't lie to me, don't you?' John Paul rolled his eyes as Carmel starting turning into their mother and earnestly tried to drag him to the ambulance. 'Maybe they should check, if everything's okay? You all the time hear how people dying two days after accidents because of internal injuries which doctors didn't find on time cause they didn't want to be examine, cause they felt good.'

'There was no car accident, Carm. I was in basement when the explosion had a place on the second floor.' He repeated it for the hundredth time, feeling like he was talking with exceptionally limitless kid. 'I'm fine, so stop fussing around me only take Michaela and go back to home. And say mum, I don't need her here, too.'

'For the first time from a long time I need to agree with you.' Michaela chimed in. 'There's no need to stay here longer.' She stated, but Carmel didn't give up.

'If you want you can go, but I prefer to stay with John Paul and check if everything's okay.' She said to sister with a soft smile. 'If he has some internal injuries, someone will need to call an ambulance.'

'Carmel, please.' He growled irate. 'Leave me alone.'

'No, John Paul. If I don't care about you, then who will?' She asked and laid hands on her hips recalling their mother even more.

'Me.' She jumped slightly and turned around surprised, only to faced standing there Craig with his phone still in his hand.

'Oh? So you're going to take care about John Paul?' She made sure and sent him a big grin, almost jumping with a joy.

'Yea. You can go back to home.' He confirmed, although his eyes were only focused at watching him in total disbelieve John Paul. He smiled softly to him and reluctantly looked back at grinning Carmel, knowing he won't get rid of her if he starts ignore her. 'Take Michaela with yourself.' He added and looked at the youngest with undisguised hostility.

'I can go on my own.' Michaela snorted toward him and improved her blue bow, before she nodded toward her brother and went straight toward the street.

'Maybe in that case, I'll stay with you guys.' She suggested with big grin, almost squealing.

'No!' She backed off a little when both shouted terrified and when their eyes met, they burst into small laugh. Carmel was taken-aback by their strange behavior, but she didn't feel offended.

'Fine, if you don't want me to stay with you, I won't. You don't have to scream at me.' She almost whined and with unhappy mine looked around trying to localize someone else who needs support right now.

'Sorry, sis. It's just a very crazy day.' He chuckled, his eyes shone like two bright crystals every time they met with Craig's.

'Yea, I see.' She nodded and smiled softly. 'I leave you both, but I'll be around if you need me John Paul.' She offered, but her brother didn't look like he was going to use the occasion. 'I think I saw Spike somewhere.' She mumbled more to herself than to them, and quickly disappeared in the crowd, trying to hunt Spike down before he'll go somewhere.

'I don't know how you, but having Carmel around is the last thing I need right now.' Craig said in confidential whisper, couldn't stop himself from grinning. 'No, that I have something to her.'

'I know what are you talking about, and believe me, I don't want to talk with her today either.' He sighed. 'Sometimes she can be so tiring.'

'Yea, I know this from somewhere.' He grinned cheekily when John Paul gave him a warning look, although everything in his pose saying he was only playing with him.

'You want to add something more, Craig?' He asked him in the most sharp tone of voice he could managed right now, barely stop himself from grinning like an idiot.

'Yea. I think we don't have a chance to go back at the station today, so I thought we can go for a drink.' He suggested, bending his head for the left. 'What are you thinking about it, Mr. McQueen?'

'It sound like a good plan to me, Mr. Dean.' He agreed with a goofy smile and looked around to check if Carmel wasn't on the range, before they quickly left the place, unnoticed by anybody.


Spike was sitting on the bench for few good minutes when someone's steps reached his ears and moment later felt warm hand on his back, gently moving up and down. He wiped tears from his face and looked up with hope it's him.

'Randall.' He said though fresh tears, which he couldn't again stopped, but his eyes only noticed pretty, sweet Carmel bending over him. He wanted to say hi, welcome her, but when he opened his mouth, only small cry escaped from it and he again burst in tears.

'What's happened, Spike?' She asked softly and took a seat next to him, didn't stop rubbing his back. 'It's about explosion?'

'It's about how pathetic person I am.' Spike replied and looked down on his hands. 'I don't believe how blind I was…Those all changes in his behavior, anger at me…Now I know.' He continued and shook his head as he laughed bitterly to himself. 'I should notice it earlier.'

'When we're in love, we're blind.' Carmel said quietly, when something clicked in her mind and she understood what he was talking about. 'Maybe everything isn't over yet.' She handed him a handkerchief.

'It is. I know it is.' He said firmly and hid face in hands again. 'And he needed to said it in a day like this.' In the angle of the eye he noticed how Carmel bended down and picked up his mobile phone. Her lips trembled when her eyes accidentally run over the message.

'I'm so sorry, Spike.' She said quietly and almost broke into tears too. 'Don't cry. If he broke up with you by the phone, it means he's not worth it.'

'I was so terrified, there.' He almost choked with his tears. 'Wanted someone to be with me, to protect me and say everything's gonna be okay. I needed someone to save me.'

'I'm with you. And look! Darren is coming around.' She said with wide smile and waved hand toward the man. 'See? Everyone's worrying about you.'

'Hi, there.' Darren welcomed her with small smile. 'Did you see your brother somewhere?'

'He was with Craig, but I don't know where they go. I thought they stayed with you.' She shrugged, while her eyes moved toward Spike, as she discreetly wanted to inform him they weren't here alone. 'Now I have something bigger on the head.' He glanced at the bench and after few seconds sat next to Spike as he noticed in what condition the man was.

'It's okay, Spikey. You're safe, now.' He said softly to him as he wrapped arms around him and, didn't bother about his protests, pulled him toward himself. 'He's in shock. He'll be fine for few minutes. Just needs a little attention.' He whispered to Carmel, but the woman shook her head and with bit down lip handed him mobile phone.

'Read it.' She whispered back and looked with pity at crying silently Spike, hidden in Darren's arms. 'He's in bigger shock than you think.'

Darren looked at her puzzled, but she again nodded on the phone mobile, like it was answer for his questions. He sighed heavily and reluctantly start reading the message. His face tightened, when he reread it for few times, couldn't believe his eyes. That bastard!

'He's not worth your tears.' Darren whispered to him, holding him tightly in his arms. 'And I'll be lied if I say I'm not happy about him leaving you.'

'You don't understand. I love him.' Spike replied quietly and turned his head on the right so he could looking straight into Darren's eyes. 'And I can't imagine leaving without him.'

'You get used to him, and that's the difference.' He corrected him. ' I'm not saying you never loved him, cause it'll be a lie. But since he start beating you and threatening like an unnecessary furniture, I think you lost his heart to him. Thought about you living alone in the empty flat scared you more, than a message with which he broke up with you. You don't love him, but you need him cause you need a reason to live for.' He said softly with sad smile, as Spike eyes confirmed his suspects, although his mouth kept claiming something different.

'Maybe you take Spike to home? He looks like he needs a cup of cocoa.' Steph suggested with gently smile. 'And a place to rest and forget about this day.'

'I think it's a good idea.' He agreed and gently pulled back his partner from himself. 'Come on, Spike. We're not need here.' He encouraged him to stand up and grabbed his arm to not let Spike weighted his leg too much. 'I can give you a ride to home, Carmel.' He offered.

'I'm not going to the home, yet.' She said and stood up too. 'But don't worry I'll take care about myself.'

'Okay. See you soon, then.' She waved her hand and sighed deeply when the men disappeared from her sight.


'When you suggested we can go for a drink, I thought you had in mind some pub.' John Paul said, with curious watching Craig's back while the man fighting with the lock from the door of his flat.

'I don't know any good pubes around the station.' He replied and hissed; yes!, when the lock finally gave up and he opened the door. 'But I know, I have a really good brandy, in home…You like brandy, right?' He glanced at him above the arm.

'Sure.' John Paul said with small smile and unsurely crossed the threshold when Craig moved back and nodded at the flat in welcoming gesture. He looked around small, messy living room which has been using also as a dining room, seeing small square table on the centre with four chairs, and as a kitchen, which occupied the south wall with red-white, elegant cupboards, no how designed to incoherently scattered furniture in other parts of the room. On the old, ugly and brown couch it looked like where lying Craig's all wardrobe, the same making even bigger mess in this chaos. 'Nice flat. There is…very artistic mess.' He stumbled with a plastic smile.

'You don't have to be nice, I know it looks like you've been in garbage container. I don't have good taste if it comes about furniture. I'd buy everything if it turns to be practical in the flat.' He said and switched the light on, before he approached the refrigerator and opened it. 'Fancy a scrambled egg with bacon?'

'You're cooking?' John Paul raised up his eyebrow surprised.

'Sometimes.' He shrugged and removed eggs and bacon. 'Take a sit, John Paul.'

'Nice surprise.' He stated and threw few clothes down from the couch, before he seat on it and almost fell to the ground as it bended under his weight. 'Well, your kitchen looks pretty good. It's functional, stylish and elegant.'

'My mum bought it for me, cause she couldn't look at old furniture anymore.' He replied.

'Oh…Well, surely you don't inherits her taste of style.' He said with half smile and almost died on heart attack, when something black jumped on his laps and stared at him with virulently green eyes. 'Craig…'He called him weakly, didn't dare to move.

'Oh, don't worry, it's only my cat.' Craig said softly as he glanced toward his colleague to check what scared him so much. 'It's a Persian cat.' He added like it was something very important, but John Paul didn't know what to do with this sudden message, since he knows nothing about cats. He always prefers dogs than cats.

'The one with long, soft hairs?' He asked stupidly, like he didn't see shaggy ball on his laps.

'Yea, he's one of them.' Craig confirmed and gave him indulgent look. 'I'm glad you're so perceptive.' The younger man blushed slightly and thanked God he was sitting with the back toward the man, so he couldn't see it.

'What's his name?' He asked, trying to regain his honor. 'He's quite nice.' He stated and gently touched his silky fur, making the cat murmur quietly and moved closer to his hand, as he accepted his caress.

'Chubby.' Craig relied, pleased with his questions about the cat. Chubby has been his little boy, and he was always very proud of him. He likes taking care about his fur every morning before he goes out to the work, to make it be silk, shining and without any tangles. Also Chubby had the proper weight and didn't has any fleas.

'Funny. You have the same initials; C and D.' He chuckled, thinking it was a good joke, but his laugh died on his lips as he noticed Craig's unsatisfied look and it looked like he felt offended. Even Chubby seemed to understand it as an overt provocation, and wheezes at him before he jumped down on the floor and disappeared under the bookcase. 'Sorry.' He mumbled, feeling that he again said the wrong thing.

'Don't be. I already get used to your big mouth and strange sense of humor.' He said and put the fry pan on the oven.

'I always thought it was you with very characteristic sense of humor.' John Paul snorted and left the couch, as he decided to help the man with the lunch.

'So you thought wrong…I don't need your help in the kitchen. I can handle the fry pan alone.' He almost barked at him, like John Paul did something wrong.

'Just let me take care about plates.' He sighed, didn't want to argue with him today. 'Where do you have them?' He asked as he finally noticed permission in his eyes, before he turned toward oven again.

'Under the sink.' He instructed and moved a little to make a place for John Paul.

'Normal people have bins under the sinks.' He stated, couldn't stop himself from a little malice.

'Saying normal people, you have in mind boring people?' He asked with a smirk and opened the cabinet, under the sink, revealing the man green plates.

'Oh, my mistake. I forgot that Craig Dean doesn't fall into this category. Calling you boring is the worst swear someone could use, saying about you.' He said in teasing tone as he removed the plates and walked toward small table.

'Ha, very funny.' Craig snorted. 'Don't you think it's not a good time for such fun? We barely survived the explosion at the station.' He reminded.

'For cooking lunch and talking about cats, isn't the right time, too, but you didn't complain about it, did you?' He fired back and smirked as he heard Craig's chuckle. 'So where do you have a brandy? I guess it has to be in some unusual place, too.' He sighed.

'Above the TV, on the shelf.' John Paul looked at the indicated direction and raised his eyebrow as he noticed some green bottle standing between thick, dusty books, with wilted rose.

'What the hell is that?' He asked amused as he picked up the bottle and noticed that rose was attached with a piece of the tape to the glass.

'I told you, it's the best brandy you ever drink. And to be sure that Darren and Jake won't take care about it, I needed to mask it a little.' He explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'You're mad.' He rolled his eyes. 'Only last dump will believe it's only flacon with a rose in it.'

'Maybe, you're right, but they won't think to check what it's inside.' He said in self-confident tone, like he was very proud of his intrigue.

'I didn't know you're so crafty fox.' John Paul said ironically, giving him indulgent look.

'Better remove some glasses, instead of talking….There should be in the last cupboard…If I didn't smash it all already.' He scratched his head and sent him a grin, while John Paul growled and start searching for something, from which they could drink.


'Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?' Darren asked for the fifth time as he parked the car in front of Spike's building.

'Yes, I'm sure.' He sighed and rolled his eyes. 'It's enough you said Hannah to go back to home with Charlie.'

'Hannah doesn't know about your problems, and I don't think if it's good time to tell her about it now.' Darren explained and get out from the car. 'I don't want her to sniff around my matters.'

'It doesn't sound nice.' Spike glanced at him surprised, when he walked around the vehicle and opened the door from Spike's side before he helped him to get out from it. 'I thought you don't hide any secrets from themselves.'

'There are some matters, which Hannah wouldn't understand.' Darren said and gently wrapped arm around his waist as they moved toward the door.

'Like me taking drugs?'

'Like you being gay.' He corrected. 'But if she finds out you're taking drugs too, you can count on she won't invite you to us anymore.' He gave him a half smile and looked around old building. 'Where do you have elevator?'

'Nowhere. We have only stairs.' He chuckled and pointed at decaying stairs. 'I think it's a time when you should go back to home. I'll phone for Randall and he helps me to get to the flat.' He said, but it didn't convince Darren.

'We even don't know if he's in home. He can be everywhere.'

'If he was in work, he surely will know what happens and be on the place.' He said softly.

'But instead he broke up with you.' Darren snorted, outraged. 'Oh, come on, Spike. He doesn't care about you even a little, but you still protecting this bastard. If I didn't take you to home, you'd stay at the station to the next morning.' He snapped.

'That's the problem!' He yelled.

'What?' He gave him puzzled look and moved back from him. 'What problem?'

'It should be Randall taking care about me, not you…Why you always have to interfere in our business?' He almost barked at him, didn't hide his irate.

'Because I'm your friend and worrying about you! You prefer to stay on the bench for all night and cry? It's ridiculous! And only because you're still in shock after explosion, I won't hit you on the face for talking such bullshits!' He yelled at him. 'You should thank me. Only me thought about come back for you. You think your Randall would do such a thing for you?' He continued, but this time he gently touched his arm, as he noticed tears gathering in Spike's eyes.

'You don't know Randall.' He stated quietly and start climbing on the stairs, when Darren slowly followed him, didn't let him to ran away from him again.

'The problem is I know his true nature, and you're too blind to see with whom you're living. Your love affects on your judgment.' He said softly.

'No, you're just oversensitive at him.' Spike snapped and was going to the door of his flat, when it opened widely and suddenly Randall ran out, panting hardly as his one hand was searching for a keys in the pockets of his jeans, while the other holding mobile phone close to his ear.

'Fred, is that you? It's Randall. Look, can you tell me to which hospital they're taking injured officers from the station? It's very important for me, can you check it, please?' Spike observed his boyfriend in shock. Randall's hands and voice were shaking, face paled and covered with sweat. 'My boyfriend is a copper, and probably was on the building.' He said to the phone, before he turned on the heel and stand eye to eye with Spike. His mobile phone slipped down from his hand and Spike almost chuckled, remembered he has done the same thing when he read Randall's message…But when he looked into his frightened eyes, he forgave him everything he has done to him today. There was no message anymore in his head, heart seemed to, by a miracle, recover.

In one moment he felt Darren's warm, tensed body behind his back as he observed Randall in no less shock, when the other he was hidden in his boyfriend arms and feeling his tears soaking his shoulders.

'Spike.' He whispered and held him tightly in embrace. 'I just saw the news. I really didn't have any idea what's happened when I…I'm sorry.'

'It's okay, Rand. You don't have to be sorry.' He whispered back and almost jumped as Darren snorted, giving a sign he was still there with them, and everything watching and hearing.

'He broke up with you by the phone, when you were lying on the floor in burning building!' He snapped toward Spike, couldn't believe he just forgave him everything he did. 'You could die!'

'If I know what's going on…' Randall started.

'Oh, yea! Don't give me a shit, Randall. They're talking about explosion on every channels, so it's very strange you just find about it.' He barked at him. 'Oh, come on, Spike! Don't you see what's he doing?'

'Can you leave us alone, Darren?' Spike asked him quietly, didn't let his emotions take control on his body. 'I need to discuss some things with Randall privately.'

'Yea, take him back to bed and say everything's gonna be fine.' He snorted, couldn't believe how blind the man was. 'I don't trust him, Spike, and I want you to stop believing in his lies!' He almost pleaded him, begging for change his mind.

'Darren, please. Go back to Hannah.' He sighed tiredly and without more words walked in to the flat. Darren wanted to follow him, but Randall quickly stood on his way, barring the entrance with his own body.

'You heard him. Go back to home. We don't need you here.' Randall said with a little smirk, before he moved back and closed the door in front of man's face. He smiled with gloat and turned on the heel only to meet with Spike's stone-possessed face and his cold look. He stared at his boyfriend unsurely, didn't know what to expect from him.

'We need to talk, Rand.' He said in serious, demanding tone, and Randall understood something changed. His distance, cold stare almost frozen him to the bone, and for one second he wondered if he should opened the door and called back the copper.

'I told you, I didn't have any idea…' He tried to explain himself once again, but Spike stopped him.

'I got your message, and I think we need to talk about us.'

'I don't want to talk about it.' Randall replied evasively and tried to pass by him, but Spike grabbed his arm and pulled toward himself.

'Don't you think that after one and half year being together, regardless of your humors, I deserve to know why you want to leave me?' Spike asked him in harsh whisper, and this sudden change of behavior, scared Randall.

'Are you stone?' Spike only stared at him without words. 'Jesus…I just don't want to be with you anymore, okay? I'm tired of you…If I knew what's happened today, I'd wait few days until you recover.' He sighed and wanted to run away, but Spike didn't let him.

'You have someone else, don't you?'

'No. I'm just tired of being with you…Look, you can still live here, I'm not going to kick you out on the street…But you're going to sleep in the living room. I don't want to share bed with you anymore.'

'Oh, come on! You aren't telling me the all truth. Yesterday we just slept together and you thought about start everything again, and now you're saying me you have me enough?' He yelled at him, tears falling down from his eyes. 'What the hell changed during one night? Someone told you something about me? It has something to do with my past?'

'No! I should tell you that yesterday, then I wouldn't have to go through this all hell!' He snapped, outraged. 'You've become soppy.' He added before he stormed toward bedroom and locked himself in.

'I won't leave this like that! You heard me, Rand? I won't! Even if I need to wait for you for all day!' He yelled as he ran after him and hit the door with his fist, before he knelled down in front of it. 'I won't Rand…I won't.' He whispered, before he suddenly stood up, picked up something from the couch and stormed out from the flat, like something burning him down.


It was late night, when John Paul decided it's the right time to come back to his own home, before his mum starts overwhelm his phone with missed calls and orders Calvin to put on the feet all police officers to search for her missing boy. He laid down on the glassy-coffee table his empty now glass and shook from his trousers popcorn and slice of peppers which have been on the sandwiches which Craig made for them, before the match started on TV, and they settled down on the couch for good.

He was positively surprised when he has found Craig was a big football fan like him, although they support different teams. He was chuckling every time Craig energetically gesticulated toward TV, every time his team lost the goal, or judge wrongly dictated the penalty kick. It was quite nice to see that under his thick armor of indifference and coldness, there was a normal guy, didn't hide his emotions or thoughts…he was himself. John Paul didn't mind when sometimes he spontaneously patted his knee when he wanted to show him a good action or catch his attention back to the screen, when he flew away somewhere with his thoughts or stared on Craig for too long.

'Oy, where are you going?' Craig asked surprised, when he finally noticed that John Paul was cleaning his clothes and was going clean up the sticky with brandy table too. 'Don't clean up. You're my guest.' He pushed his hands back from the bowls and glasses. 'I'll take care about it, later.'

'The match ended, so I better go off.' He replied and with small smile glanced at small, black ball curled next to Craig's legs. 'It's late now, and I bet Superintendent will want to see us from the early morning. We need to check how much documents we lost, and how damaged is our floor.'

'Yea, I hope we didn't lose too much. ' Craig sighed and both raised up from the couch. 'I wonder how the hell that happened.' He mumbled and turned off the TV, before they stood in front of each other, looking straight into each other eyes.

'Thanks for the evening. I didn't have so much fun like tonight from a long time.' He admitted after little pause, as they stared at each other, couldn't find the right words.

'Yea, it was great night.' He agreed and John Paul smiled slightly as he start rubbing the back of his neck. He looked now so adorable. 'The match was fantastic, wasn't it?'

'Oh, yea. It was.' He nodded, thinking it's very safe theme. 'Well…I'm going off.' He said quietly and didn't wait for his response headed toward the front door.

'See you tomorrow, then.' Craig mumbled and opened the door, letting them man go outside, but John Paul was standing on the place, like charmed stared at him. 'John Paul?' He called him softly.

'Sorry, I just…never mind.' He blushed slightly. 'Night, Craig.'

'Night.' He replied quietly and stood in doors so he still could watching John Paul going slowly toward the stairs. 'If you want we can arrange another meeting, soon.' He suddenly said, without thinking.

'Oh, sure.' John Paul nodded as he quickly turned on the heel, goofy smile on his face. 'For the match?'

'Yea, for what else?' He snorted and automatically his hand again wandered toward his neck. 'We can invite guys too…But we don't have to.' He quickly changed his mind as he noticed John Paul's smile dropped a little and his eyes faded. He didn't understand why he cared about it, but seeing this blue crystals shining in the dark staircase, made him feel good and even proud that he has been the one who lit them up. 'We can watch the match alone, we don't need chaperon, I think?' He chuckled like he said a good joke, before he moved back a little when John Paul approached him with spring steps. 'You forget something?' He asked him stupidly. John Paul only smiled in response and leaned closer so his lips met with Craig's in one, quick kiss.

'Night, Craig. See you tomorrow.' He winked to him and with lightly steps went toward stairs, leaving speechless Craig behind his back.


Most of policemen already came back to homes, when he again entered the station and silently walked downstairs toward the mortuary. He pushed the doors and came in to the sinking in darkness room. He found the switch and took off his bag from the arm, while the lamps lightened the table where still was lying untouched Mayfair's body. He smirked when he uncovered Danny's instruments , knowing he's going to start his job. He wore plastic gloves and picked up the saw.

There was not too much blood on the titles and table when he finished his job, and covered with blood plastic bag, landed in his bag, which he closed and threw it on his arm. He covered the body and washed and cleaned the instruments before he laid them back on the place. He looked around the room to check if everything's look the same before he has come here, and switched off the lamps.

He left the mortuary unnoticeable and hid his plastic gloves in the right, small pocket before he go upstairs. He was in the half way to the entrance, when he heard the rumors and moment later noticed Charlie going out from the reception. He felt the approaching panic, his heart star beating faster, wild thoughts running through his mind.

'Everything's alright?' Charlie asked, surprised to see him here.

'Yes, I just forgot few stuffs from the office and wanted to see how bad damages has been done, here.' He replied with fake smile.

'Well, we're lucky. There isn't too much damages on our floor, but we wonder how the hell that happened. It was a bomb, or what?' He sighed and shook his head.

'We'll see tomorrow, when forensics start working on it…But why are you here? Are you alone?'

'No, some of us has been chosen to keep watching the building at night, before lab technicians and forensics start working on the place. We have to make sure, no one come here and take something with itself. Fortunately there is very quiet here and not too much people here.' He wanted to laugh and say this idiot what he has in the bag. He'd give anything to see his mine, if he knows with whom he's talking.

'I don't think it's too safe. We already have today a conversation about police officer who's probably connected with the case more than we ever wanted it.' He stated, couldn't stop himself from the comment.

'We only obeying orders.' He shrugged. 'I don't think it's going to be one of us. It would be very stupid of him, if he decided tonight to watch the building. We have a list and remember who was here tonight and who not.'

'Yea, it'll be very unwise from his side.' He agreed, in the soul laughing hardly. Such an interesting game. 'So, you have a list? Write me down, then.'

'Sure.' He smirked and was going to say something more, when the door of the station opened widely and Megan came in. 'Oy, what are you doing here, Megan? You're not on the list!' He quickly ran toward her, waving list on his right hand.

'I forgot my documents. You think there survived the explosion?' She asked, thankfully didn't notice him.

'I think so. You need to check.' He replied. 'But firstly I need to talk with…' His mouth hang opened as he looked around and there was no one else here except them.

'With whom?' She raised her eyebrow and looked in the same direction as him.

'With…Well, he has to come back to home. Never mind. I write him down on the list.' He sighed and nodded toward the elevator. 'Go on, then. I put you down, too.'

'Thanks. And sorry for troubles.' She winked to him and ran toward elevator, while in the meantime man came back on his old position, in the reception.