Chapter 4
AUTHORS NOTE: I'm introducing a crossover with the characters from Martial Law. This takes place just after Lewis leaves. I love that programme! I also note that no matter how much I wish these characters are not mine and will never be, unfortunately...
Grace sat at her desk with her head in her arms gazing hopelessly into space.
"I wonder what the DA has in store for us?" Tremaine pondered.
"Yes. We must look into Carman's antiques otherwise she'll be on our backs for ages" Sammo answered as they walked into the office area.
"Yeah, man, she's cranky! I've got paper work up to here and she expects me to bust my butt elsewhere" Tremaine gestured at the mountain of folders piled on his desk.
Sammo checked his watch,
"Have you got the report on Jack Nichols?"
"Tremaine glanced around the room his eyes falling on Grace,
"Yeah, they're somewhere on my desk. Man Grace really misses Lewis. She's been moping around for the past few weeks like she has a sore head".
Sammo turned in Grace's direction.
"I've noticed. She does not concentrate hard; her fighting is lacking spirit. Have you spoken to Lewis at all?"
"As a matter of fact I `ave, I phoned him the other night, by god he sure ain't feeling right. His sureness has gone and his mood is as bad as... Lee Hay is criminal!"
Sammo looked almost sadly at the folder,
"He misses Grace a lot, I can tell. They had been partners for quite a while and been through thick and thin. Anyway let's get back to work".
Tremaine threw one last sorrow look at Grace, who was gazing at the annual year PD photograph, then turned his attention to his work.
Taking a sharp breath, his eyebrows rose to new heights, this was going to take a long time.
Bo scraped idly at the chair, the teacher next to him glared and he reluctantly stopped.
I have never been so bored in all my life!
"At least pretend to look interested" Alicia whispered sharply.
"How can I?" Bo muttered.
Alicia gave him a cold stare; Bo decided to keep his mouth shut.
As the speech ended, twenty minutes later, everyone stood up as the people on the platform left, the room was quickly filled with chatting.
Shirley turned to her friends,
"Miss perfect strikes again!"
"What did you think to that Bo? Bo?" Stink looked at Bo and poked him. Everyone turned their attention to him; Bo was sitting there fast asleep,
"Aw - look how sweet the sleeping baby looks!"
"Bo, Bo!" Shirley called in an unusually soft voice.
Slowly Bo came back to present,
"W... where am... I?"
"Earth to Bo!" Stink waved his hand in Bo's face, "We're in the assembly hall".
Bo was a little vexed,
"Oh... Thank goodness none of the teachers caught me".
"Wrong Mr Sawchuk. Your little visit to dreamland has landed you with lunchtime detention. You know the time and place by now".
Bo cringed as Mrs Stratmann strode away,
"Man not again! This is the third time this week".
Shirley and Stink exchanged smirks. Lunch was only a matter of minutes away so the teachers let the pupils out early.
"See ya in twenty minutes" Shirley called over her shoulder to Bo as she lost herself in the flood of pupils leaving for lunch.
`Yeah, see ya" Bo sulked scuffing the floor with his foot. When will I ever learn?
"|So are you going to tell me what you're doing here?" Alexanna demanded, hands on hips, green eyes boring into the culprit.
The perpetrator stood his ground without blinking,
"Well young lady, I could ask you the same question! You know that it is illegal to stow away".
"I could say the same thing back to you! An officer of her majesty indeed, you're supposed to enforce the law not break it!"
Both parties stared at each other for a few minutes, and then simultaneously broke into grins. Alexanna held out her hand to her old friend with a smile, the man shook it wholeheartedly. He was a sturdy figure, short black hair, and dark skin and made Alexanna look like a smurf.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't little Alexanna Kingsley. How are you doing? Gosh, it's only been two months since I `ave seen yer but you're sure growin' up. How's things back at the station?"
"Fine, still as hectic as ever but its usually just some teenagers who've let the drink talk- pretty sad".
The guy nodded knowingly. Eying Alexanna up and down he recognised the gleam in her eye and knew that she was hot on the trail of a case.
"So are you going to tell me what poor criminal you're going to catch, hang, quarter, drag and throw into prison?"
Alex glared at him but softened knowing that he knew her too well,
"You're not gonna like it".
"Tell me!" the guy answered in a warning voice.
Alexanna sighed,
"The Antique mob..."
"Oh Alex! I've told you not to pry into that! Leave it alone - it's far too dangerous! For heavens sake lassie you could be killed!" He shook her roughly.
"I know" Alex whispered, "But it's my line of duty..."
The guy shook his head,
"Listen girl... I have seen friends - colleagues get killed by these morons... for no reason at all. You're the closest I have to family... I don't know what I would do if I lost you... you're like a daughter..."
Alex felt tears in her eyes,
"Detective Alan Goodyear don't you get soft with me!" Alex ordered but added in a soft voice,
"I understand..."
There was a silence which neither dared to break. Alex had a thought,
"Alan, what are you doing here?"
`The same case as you are butting into to, I'm detecting and spying..."
he was interrupted as a faint voice said,
"Ladies and Gentlemen we are now ready to land please ensure that you are wearing you seat belts and we shall arrive shortly".
Alex grimaced - this was the worst bit.
"Hold on!" she called over to the inspector
He just sent her a wary look.
AUTHORS NOTE: I'm introducing a crossover with the characters from Martial Law. This takes place just after Lewis leaves. I love that programme! I also note that no matter how much I wish these characters are not mine and will never be, unfortunately...
Grace sat at her desk with her head in her arms gazing hopelessly into space.
"I wonder what the DA has in store for us?" Tremaine pondered.
"Yes. We must look into Carman's antiques otherwise she'll be on our backs for ages" Sammo answered as they walked into the office area.
"Yeah, man, she's cranky! I've got paper work up to here and she expects me to bust my butt elsewhere" Tremaine gestured at the mountain of folders piled on his desk.
Sammo checked his watch,
"Have you got the report on Jack Nichols?"
"Tremaine glanced around the room his eyes falling on Grace,
"Yeah, they're somewhere on my desk. Man Grace really misses Lewis. She's been moping around for the past few weeks like she has a sore head".
Sammo turned in Grace's direction.
"I've noticed. She does not concentrate hard; her fighting is lacking spirit. Have you spoken to Lewis at all?"
"As a matter of fact I `ave, I phoned him the other night, by god he sure ain't feeling right. His sureness has gone and his mood is as bad as... Lee Hay is criminal!"
Sammo looked almost sadly at the folder,
"He misses Grace a lot, I can tell. They had been partners for quite a while and been through thick and thin. Anyway let's get back to work".
Tremaine threw one last sorrow look at Grace, who was gazing at the annual year PD photograph, then turned his attention to his work.
Taking a sharp breath, his eyebrows rose to new heights, this was going to take a long time.
Bo scraped idly at the chair, the teacher next to him glared and he reluctantly stopped.
I have never been so bored in all my life!
"At least pretend to look interested" Alicia whispered sharply.
"How can I?" Bo muttered.
Alicia gave him a cold stare; Bo decided to keep his mouth shut.
As the speech ended, twenty minutes later, everyone stood up as the people on the platform left, the room was quickly filled with chatting.
Shirley turned to her friends,
"Miss perfect strikes again!"
"What did you think to that Bo? Bo?" Stink looked at Bo and poked him. Everyone turned their attention to him; Bo was sitting there fast asleep,
"Aw - look how sweet the sleeping baby looks!"
"Bo, Bo!" Shirley called in an unusually soft voice.
Slowly Bo came back to present,
"W... where am... I?"
"Earth to Bo!" Stink waved his hand in Bo's face, "We're in the assembly hall".
Bo was a little vexed,
"Oh... Thank goodness none of the teachers caught me".
"Wrong Mr Sawchuk. Your little visit to dreamland has landed you with lunchtime detention. You know the time and place by now".
Bo cringed as Mrs Stratmann strode away,
"Man not again! This is the third time this week".
Shirley and Stink exchanged smirks. Lunch was only a matter of minutes away so the teachers let the pupils out early.
"See ya in twenty minutes" Shirley called over her shoulder to Bo as she lost herself in the flood of pupils leaving for lunch.
`Yeah, see ya" Bo sulked scuffing the floor with his foot. When will I ever learn?
"|So are you going to tell me what you're doing here?" Alexanna demanded, hands on hips, green eyes boring into the culprit.
The perpetrator stood his ground without blinking,
"Well young lady, I could ask you the same question! You know that it is illegal to stow away".
"I could say the same thing back to you! An officer of her majesty indeed, you're supposed to enforce the law not break it!"
Both parties stared at each other for a few minutes, and then simultaneously broke into grins. Alexanna held out her hand to her old friend with a smile, the man shook it wholeheartedly. He was a sturdy figure, short black hair, and dark skin and made Alexanna look like a smurf.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't little Alexanna Kingsley. How are you doing? Gosh, it's only been two months since I `ave seen yer but you're sure growin' up. How's things back at the station?"
"Fine, still as hectic as ever but its usually just some teenagers who've let the drink talk- pretty sad".
The guy nodded knowingly. Eying Alexanna up and down he recognised the gleam in her eye and knew that she was hot on the trail of a case.
"So are you going to tell me what poor criminal you're going to catch, hang, quarter, drag and throw into prison?"
Alex glared at him but softened knowing that he knew her too well,
"You're not gonna like it".
"Tell me!" the guy answered in a warning voice.
Alexanna sighed,
"The Antique mob..."
"Oh Alex! I've told you not to pry into that! Leave it alone - it's far too dangerous! For heavens sake lassie you could be killed!" He shook her roughly.
"I know" Alex whispered, "But it's my line of duty..."
The guy shook his head,
"Listen girl... I have seen friends - colleagues get killed by these morons... for no reason at all. You're the closest I have to family... I don't know what I would do if I lost you... you're like a daughter..."
Alex felt tears in her eyes,
"Detective Alan Goodyear don't you get soft with me!" Alex ordered but added in a soft voice,
"I understand..."
There was a silence which neither dared to break. Alex had a thought,
"Alan, what are you doing here?"
`The same case as you are butting into to, I'm detecting and spying..."
he was interrupted as a faint voice said,
"Ladies and Gentlemen we are now ready to land please ensure that you are wearing you seat belts and we shall arrive shortly".
Alex grimaced - this was the worst bit.
"Hold on!" she called over to the inspector
He just sent her a wary look.