Hi everyone! Did everyone enjoy Casualty last night? *SPOILERS* I felt so sorry for poor Ethan, he was so confused! It felt as though he was almost getting bullied/brainwashed by Lily, and her lying to Honey about the type of girls he goes for, how mean! Hhhhhhorbferekbekrjek kk I have always wanted those two together but after the last two episodes I've found myself almost screaming at the TV for Ethan to go find the Honey ASAP! Hahaha, Crystal is such a good actress, I almost hated her for a slight moment last night, she seems so lovely in real life though so I applaud her for her acting amazing skills.

Anyways here is the next chapter. How will Ethan get on in the police station? I hope you enjoy, please let me know your thoughts, thanks, Kayxxx :)

Chapter Thirty eight – Holby South Station

Ethan sat in the back of the police car still with his handcuffed hands behind him. He watched the world outside flash by in the darkness as the car hurried through the streets, wondering just how it all came down to this. The policeman who had twisted his arm up his back earlier was driving, and the nicer on sat beside him in the back. He had decided to call the driver Hanssen as he was much like Mr Hanssen in work, very very strict and doesn't seem to have a good side, if he had he hadn't seen it yet at least, he also made him feel incredibly small and not just because he was almost a foot bigger than him...

He just couldn't seem to find a name for the nicer policeman as of yet. He'd never been in a police car before, well, there was that one time. Cal was sixteen and had disappeared off to a house party and wound up drunkenly wondering the streets at 3am alone. He was picked up by the police who luckily brought him home where fourteen year old Ethan came out to receive him, though he found himself having to get inside the police car where his older brother lay passed out across the seats and physically drag his drunken body inside...he always was the responsible one, what happened?

"What would mother think?" He wondered sadly. He could almost make out the disappointed look on her face as he looked at his reflection morph into her in the window.

"Don't be worrying" the policeman who sat beside him whispered, snapping him from his thoughts.

"What?" Ethan asked confused.

"We see people do so much worse and walk away completely free" he continued, "if you didn't have your uniform on no one would have thought anything of it" he added, which was true, if only he weren't wearing his scrubs.

"What I did was wrong, I'll take whatever punishment there is to make up for it" Ethan replied responsibly.

"Anybody would have done the same" he replied, "even me" he whispered as the car pulled up and his door was opened.

"Out." A man the size of Big Mac ordered. Ethan stepped out of the car and was dragged inside.

"Wait here." The man ordered again.

He was more like nasty Big Mac. He looked around him at the rather intimidating men snarling back at him, and they were the police! Everyone was at least a half a foot taller than him...this was going to be an incredibly long night.

"Was it fancy dress or something?" One man who stood leaning back against the wall with his arms folded chuckled. He seemed young; too young to be a policeman yet he was one. He quite resembled Max the porter from the ED. "young Max" Ethan decided.

"Sorry?" Ethan asked confused.

"What's with the costume?" He asked.

"Oh no, it's not a costume, I'm a doctor" Ethan replied. The last part of this sentence would usually instantly gain him a huge amount of respect from anyone he said it to, though here, tonight, it only seemed to make them dislike him more.

"Right well Doctor, you're no better than anyone else here alright?" Nasty Big Mac warned as he ducked down to his level causing the surrounding men to laugh.

"Um, no of-of course not" Ethan stuttered, swallowing hard.

"Alright lads give it a rest, he could be the one to save your lives one day, or a family member's life, show him some respect" an old man called from an office behind the desk in front of him. His voice seemed to silence everyone instantly; it was as though every single one of them shared so much respect for this man. He was much like Charlie Fairhead, no one would dare show any disrespect to Charlie, not as though there would be any consequences, he was just a genuinely wonderful person and he deserved respect for just that alone. He was also very experienced in his job; no one would ever question his work. "He's the Charlie" Ethan thought to himself.

"Name" a man behind a desk ordered, "okay, he's the receptionist, he's the Noel"

"Um" he cleared his throat, "Ethan Hardy" he spoke, his voice breaking slightly.

Noel done some typing on his computer before he looked back up at him, "Right you'll be led to a cell where you'll stay until you're called for questioning" he explained as he placed some clothes on the desk "put these on", "have you got any jewellery on?" He spoke as if these words had been permanently etched into his brain, he said it almost robot like; "If Thomas was here he would probably accuse police station Noel of being a Cyberman in disguise" he thought to himself.

"No" he replied.

"Any weapons on you or anything that could cause anybody any harm?"

"No, of course not" he replied easily, though giving their job perhaps that wasn't so obvious. The nameless policeman took off his handcuffs, he felt around his wrists that were already showing bruising, wincing slightly.

"What's that?" Nasty Big Mac pointed to his hand.

"Oh yes sorry" he replied as he took off his wedding ring. The pain it caused him to take it off felt as though it was surgically attached to him and he had to rip it from his body.

"Forgetting you're married, your Mrs. wouldn't be very happy" Noel joked.

"No you're right she wouldn't, she's dead." Ethan snapped as he slammed down his wedding ring on the desk.

He picked up his clothes and the policeman who had hadn't figured a name out for led him to a cell "right I'll get you questioned as soon as I can so you can get home to your son" he whispered as he opened the door.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Everyone else isn't" Ethan replied stunned.

"Because I know you're different. All you were doing is protecting your family and I feel utterly disgusted to have had to arrest you for that, this is the part of this job I hate" he admitted.

"Family means a lot to you doesn't it?" Ethan asked.

"It means about the same to me as it does to you" he replied as he shut the door leaving and locking him in the room.

This reply made him see that family obviously meant everything; as it did him.

He sat down on what you could supposedly call a bed, though he figured it would probably be more comfortable on the floor. He looked around him; there was one small window to the left of him closed off by bars and a metal urinal in the corner. It was everything he would have ever expected from a prison cell though these were only expectations he had come up with after watching TV shows, they were surprisingly accurate. Instead of letting his mind fill with the haunting thoughts of what was to come he thought about the police officers here. There was Mr Hanssen, Nasty Big Mac, well-respected Charlie, Noel the receptionist and young Max so far...they didn't seem so scary when he thought of them like this. He still hadn't come up with a name for the nice policeman yet though. He was a strange one, he would act professional in front of his colleagues, yet when he was alone with him he was friendly, it was almost as if he were looking out for him. Now he thought about it, he was much like somebody else in his life who he knew would always have his back yet he doesn't have to show it every second, his older brother Caleb. "He can be Cal" he smiled. Wait, he smiled? Never in his life did he think he'd be sat in a prison cell smiling...was he going insane? He wondered.

To be continued...