Started: 20th July 2002
Finished: 23 July 2002
Disclaimer: Only the sleazebag is mine. Genre: Drama Rating: M This does contain adult content so please don't read this if you're obviously too young. Summary: How will Tess cope as she faces her demons?
Authors Notes: All I can say is I hope this works! Penny and Rel, thank you for being there, as usual. Fantasia, I'm waiting to be donged.you know that I know .the truth! ( Thanks everyone for all the feedback.
***
"Okay, Jones, Stewart stay close, but not that close. We need to give this guy an opportunity to move in on Tess. He's an out of towner so he shouldn't be too hard to spot. Parish, when she's made contact move a discreet distance away. Tess, under no circumstances are you to accept a drink from this guy, you buy your own drinks," Tom issued his instructions as they all met in the station.
"Right Boss, no problem," Tess' voice did not waver, her face showed no emotion, for the next few hours at least her mask would be firmly in place.
***
Tess could feel a million eyes on her as she walked into Shorties, she felt decidedly uncomfortable. Automatically she tugged on Jo's midriff top, trying desperately to show a little less skin.
"Stop it Tess!" Jo hissed. "You look great, ignore them."
Tess looked around the nightclub, on her walk towards the bar; the darkness was making things difficult. How easy it is to hide in the shadows here, she thought. There seemed to be little alcoves with low-slung sofas all over the place - many already strewn with alcohol induced passionate couples. As each strobe light flashed past more and more couples were brought into focus. Hot sweaty bodies writhed together on the dance floor, girls teetered on the edge of their bar stools, skirts dangerously high.
They reached the bar claiming for themselves two empty stools. Jo, quite comfortably managed to seat herself, Tess being that bit shorter found things a little more awkward.
"Le' me help ya sweetheart," a drunken slob drawled near her ear.
Tess reeled from the stench of his breath, turned and fixed him with a stare, "I'll manage," she muttered sarcastically.
"Good one Tess, alienate a potential suspect," Jo whispered in her ear.
"Take a good look at him Jo," she whispered back, "he's too pissed to even get it up tonight." They laughed together, both watching as the drunk stumbled his way towards the toilets.
Jo cocked her thumb towards Jonesy and Ben, "He's looking good tonight," she said.
"Oh, I, umm, yeah," Tess babbled not wanting to reveal the extent of her feelings for Jonesy.
"Blue looks good on him, don't ya reckon?" Jo asked still staring intently in the direction of the constables.
"Blue? Jonesy's in black," they both looked at each other and laughed at their crossed wires - Tess more from relief that Jo wasn't interested in Jonesy.
"Checking out the scenery girls?" a deep voice close to Tess' ear asked.
Swivelling on her stool Tess turned and looked into a pair of deep blue eyes. Slowly she took in his appearance - dressed in a casual suit he was definitely not a resident of Mt Thomas. "Now why would we have to when the best scenery is right here," she flirted, obviously playing the game.
Jo spluttered on her drink, "Sorry, went down the wrong way."
"I'm Carly and my friend who's choking to death is Sarah, " Tess introduced them both smiling in what she hoped was a flirtatious manner at the man.
"Dean," he shook each of their hands, holding on to Tess' a little longer and brushing his thumb across the back of her hand. "Can I buy you a drink Carly?" he asked.
"Um, thanks, but I'm right at the moment," Tess indicated her half filled glass in front of her.
They sat chatting for a while before Jo, discreetly excused herself, she was fairly sure they had their man, "I'll be back soon, I've got to see Jace." She walked over in the direction of Ben and Jonesy giving a hidden thumbs up sign as she passed. Jo maintained her distance, the whole time keeping Tess firmly within her sights.
Jonesy watched carefully for over an hour, as Tess played the game so well. Deliberately she flirted with Dean, touching him at every opportunity, she laughed at his jokes, smiled coyly and fiddled with her hair. She recoiled inwardly when he invaded her personal space and with every touch she made, he reciprocated with an even more intimate touch of his own.
How many times she refused his offer of a drink, Tess didn't know. She knew that if they were to catch their man then she would have to accept at least one. Tess knew it was going against the Boss' direct orders, but he wasn't here and her judgement would have to suffice. After all, she was sitting at the bar, he could hardly slip anything into her drink. Tess accepted her drink with yet another brush of his arm and a flirtatious smile.
As the activity in the club continued on around Tess, she felt decidedly more and more lethargic. Stay awake, she chastised herself, hiding a yawn behind her hand - she took a large gulp of her drink, hoping it may make a difference. As her eyesight began to blur, Tess gently rubbed them, desperately trying to clear her vision.
"Carly?" Dean questioned.
His voice seemed to come from such a distance, muffled only by the loud pounding of the music in Tess' head. The fuzziness increased and Tess knew she needed to leave the club, she needed some fresh air.
"I'll take you outside," Dean suggested.
Somehow, Tess thought, how, how does he know I need to go outside. He's very nice, she giggled softly. Her duties completely forgotten, Tess clung to Dean's arm and allowed herself to be led outside.
Dean quickly marched her through the entrance to Shorties and around to the back of the club, not caring when Tess stumbled over the kerbing that edged the lane, not caring as she twisted her ankle in a pot hole - he continued on to the far end on the very dark lane. Roughly, he grabbed Tess' shoulders shoving her up against the fence that blocked the lane from prying eyes. He lowered his head towards her and grinding his mouth into hers he forced her lips open. Tess tasted blood, unaware it was her own and having no strength to fight him, Dean took complete control. His hands wandered her body, grabbing her top, he ripped it from her. The cold air hitting Tess' bare flesh had no effect; she seemed to have no control over her own body allowing Dean to take any advantage he desired. His hands moved to the small zip at the back of her pants, roughly he removed them and as he dragged her underwear from her body Tess lapsed into unconsciousness.
Disclaimer: Only the sleazebag is mine. Genre: Drama Rating: M This does contain adult content so please don't read this if you're obviously too young. Summary: How will Tess cope as she faces her demons?
Authors Notes: All I can say is I hope this works! Penny and Rel, thank you for being there, as usual. Fantasia, I'm waiting to be donged.you know that I know .the truth! ( Thanks everyone for all the feedback.
***
"Okay, Jones, Stewart stay close, but not that close. We need to give this guy an opportunity to move in on Tess. He's an out of towner so he shouldn't be too hard to spot. Parish, when she's made contact move a discreet distance away. Tess, under no circumstances are you to accept a drink from this guy, you buy your own drinks," Tom issued his instructions as they all met in the station.
"Right Boss, no problem," Tess' voice did not waver, her face showed no emotion, for the next few hours at least her mask would be firmly in place.
***
Tess could feel a million eyes on her as she walked into Shorties, she felt decidedly uncomfortable. Automatically she tugged on Jo's midriff top, trying desperately to show a little less skin.
"Stop it Tess!" Jo hissed. "You look great, ignore them."
Tess looked around the nightclub, on her walk towards the bar; the darkness was making things difficult. How easy it is to hide in the shadows here, she thought. There seemed to be little alcoves with low-slung sofas all over the place - many already strewn with alcohol induced passionate couples. As each strobe light flashed past more and more couples were brought into focus. Hot sweaty bodies writhed together on the dance floor, girls teetered on the edge of their bar stools, skirts dangerously high.
They reached the bar claiming for themselves two empty stools. Jo, quite comfortably managed to seat herself, Tess being that bit shorter found things a little more awkward.
"Le' me help ya sweetheart," a drunken slob drawled near her ear.
Tess reeled from the stench of his breath, turned and fixed him with a stare, "I'll manage," she muttered sarcastically.
"Good one Tess, alienate a potential suspect," Jo whispered in her ear.
"Take a good look at him Jo," she whispered back, "he's too pissed to even get it up tonight." They laughed together, both watching as the drunk stumbled his way towards the toilets.
Jo cocked her thumb towards Jonesy and Ben, "He's looking good tonight," she said.
"Oh, I, umm, yeah," Tess babbled not wanting to reveal the extent of her feelings for Jonesy.
"Blue looks good on him, don't ya reckon?" Jo asked still staring intently in the direction of the constables.
"Blue? Jonesy's in black," they both looked at each other and laughed at their crossed wires - Tess more from relief that Jo wasn't interested in Jonesy.
"Checking out the scenery girls?" a deep voice close to Tess' ear asked.
Swivelling on her stool Tess turned and looked into a pair of deep blue eyes. Slowly she took in his appearance - dressed in a casual suit he was definitely not a resident of Mt Thomas. "Now why would we have to when the best scenery is right here," she flirted, obviously playing the game.
Jo spluttered on her drink, "Sorry, went down the wrong way."
"I'm Carly and my friend who's choking to death is Sarah, " Tess introduced them both smiling in what she hoped was a flirtatious manner at the man.
"Dean," he shook each of their hands, holding on to Tess' a little longer and brushing his thumb across the back of her hand. "Can I buy you a drink Carly?" he asked.
"Um, thanks, but I'm right at the moment," Tess indicated her half filled glass in front of her.
They sat chatting for a while before Jo, discreetly excused herself, she was fairly sure they had their man, "I'll be back soon, I've got to see Jace." She walked over in the direction of Ben and Jonesy giving a hidden thumbs up sign as she passed. Jo maintained her distance, the whole time keeping Tess firmly within her sights.
Jonesy watched carefully for over an hour, as Tess played the game so well. Deliberately she flirted with Dean, touching him at every opportunity, she laughed at his jokes, smiled coyly and fiddled with her hair. She recoiled inwardly when he invaded her personal space and with every touch she made, he reciprocated with an even more intimate touch of his own.
How many times she refused his offer of a drink, Tess didn't know. She knew that if they were to catch their man then she would have to accept at least one. Tess knew it was going against the Boss' direct orders, but he wasn't here and her judgement would have to suffice. After all, she was sitting at the bar, he could hardly slip anything into her drink. Tess accepted her drink with yet another brush of his arm and a flirtatious smile.
As the activity in the club continued on around Tess, she felt decidedly more and more lethargic. Stay awake, she chastised herself, hiding a yawn behind her hand - she took a large gulp of her drink, hoping it may make a difference. As her eyesight began to blur, Tess gently rubbed them, desperately trying to clear her vision.
"Carly?" Dean questioned.
His voice seemed to come from such a distance, muffled only by the loud pounding of the music in Tess' head. The fuzziness increased and Tess knew she needed to leave the club, she needed some fresh air.
"I'll take you outside," Dean suggested.
Somehow, Tess thought, how, how does he know I need to go outside. He's very nice, she giggled softly. Her duties completely forgotten, Tess clung to Dean's arm and allowed herself to be led outside.
Dean quickly marched her through the entrance to Shorties and around to the back of the club, not caring when Tess stumbled over the kerbing that edged the lane, not caring as she twisted her ankle in a pot hole - he continued on to the far end on the very dark lane. Roughly, he grabbed Tess' shoulders shoving her up against the fence that blocked the lane from prying eyes. He lowered his head towards her and grinding his mouth into hers he forced her lips open. Tess tasted blood, unaware it was her own and having no strength to fight him, Dean took complete control. His hands wandered her body, grabbing her top, he ripped it from her. The cold air hitting Tess' bare flesh had no effect; she seemed to have no control over her own body allowing Dean to take any advantage he desired. His hands moved to the small zip at the back of her pants, roughly he removed them and as he dragged her underwear from her body Tess lapsed into unconsciousness.