Rainy Days and Mondays – Part 7
"Are you sure?" Smiffy asked, still holding on tightly to Charlie's arms as she tried to fight him off.
"Him!" she shrieked, "Him!"
Smiffy turned and glared, advancing on the amused looking suspect, still leaning against the desk and watching.
"You bastard" Smiffy grabbed the suspects collar and slammed a fist against his jaw, before ramming his head against the desk, ready to do more damage as Tony pulled him back.
"No Sarge," Tony said, holding Smiffy as he squirmed and fought against him. "It won't help – believe me!"
"Get him out of here," June passed Gary her keys to the cells as Gabriel pushed the suspect through, pushing him into the first cell as Gary opened it.
"It's alright now...?" June crouched beside Charlie as she leant against the wall, trembling and sobbing. "He's gone now.." she said soothingly.
"He's in the cells now sir," Gina said, following Adam down the corridor.
"Safest place for him." Adam muttered, glancing into the Sergeant's Office as they passed, seeing Smiffy stalking around the room, his hands balled into fists as Tony and June sat with them, June attempting to pacify a hysterical Charlie.
Adam and Gina reached Custody, moving past Gabriel and Gary as they stood talking and peering into the cell. "Matthew Bellamy?" Adam asked coldly, opening the grille and looking through.
"Who wants to know?" Bellamy smirked, looking quite pleased with himself as he ran a finger over his bruised jaw.
"Superintendent Adam Okaro." Adam glared, opening the door, and passing Gina the keys as he lead Bellamy out.
"Police brutality this is!" Bellamy protested smugly, not putting up a fight. "You two saw what that copper did." he shouted back to Gary and Gabriel. "He punched me, I'm gonna make a complaint, I'll sue the arses off you!"
Gina opened the custody door and let Adam out first, following them to the yard. "Believe me, we haven't even started with you!" She said, smirking as Bellamy's smug grin slipped slightly.
"Whas' going on?" Gary blinked, watching Gina and Adam lead the suspect out of the station.
Gabriel moved over to the door and watched them, "They're taking him for a search..." he shrugged. "There's a load of uniform and some CID nobodies out there."
"But the Super-?" Gary frowned.
"One of us isn't it..." Gabriel closed the door and walked back to him. "Different when it's one of ours..." he said, a strange glint evident in his eyes.
Charlie rubbed her sore, red rimmed eyes and sat back in her seat, shifting uncomfortably as she felt June and Tony's eyes on her. "Don't let us keep you..." she said as politely and normally as she could manage, watching Smiffy as he stood with his back to them, staring at the wall.
"Right," June said, glancing between them. "If there's anything you-"
"Thanks." Charlie said quickly, looking at her hands. "Really..."
June nodded at Tony and stood up, opening the door and slipping out quietly, Tony following.
"Dale" Charlie whispered hoarsely, standing up and walking over to him. "It'll be ok" she whispered, taking one of his hands in hers and rubbing it until he relaxed it.
Smiffy turned and looked at her, allowing her to see the single tear, slowly rolling down his cheek.
"Hey," she whispered, reaching a shaking hand up and gently brushing away the tear. "Don't go all soft on me..." she said, her voice cracking.
"I love you," Smiffy took hold of her other hand and looked down at it.
"I know..." Charlie nodded and squeezed his hand gently. "And I love you."
"I want every part of this house ripping apart." Adam barked, as the officers stormed into the house.
"Yes sir!" They chorused, splitting up as Gina shouted directions at them.
Ken, Rob and Phil charged around the living room, pulling drawers out and opening cupboards as Adam stood in the doorway, keeping a hold of Bellamy.
Kerry, Lance and Mickey stormed upstairs, followed by other uniformed officers, separating into the bedrooms and looking round.
"Sir!" Andrea shouted down the stairs, as Adam and Gina walked quickly up, sandwiching Bellamy between them. Andrea lead them through to a bedroom, stepping back to allow them to see Jim cuffing a protesting half naked man.
"A friend of yours?" Gina smirked at Bellamy as the other man muttered a string of curses. "He doesn't seem too happy does he..."
"Paul French sir," Jim said, gripping French's arm. "Nicked him earlier this year for aggravated burglary...he managed to wriggle off on a technicality.
"Mr French!" Adam glared at him, "Take him out the van."
"Yes Sir," Jim nodded, leading the protesting man outside, as Mickey, Lance and Kerry stepped in the doorway.
"Nothing." Mickey sighed, shaking his head as other calls of 'clear' echoed around the house.
"Get him outside.." Gina sighed. "Keep him away from the other one, put him in the car."
"Yes Ma'am." Kerry nodded and took Bellamy's arm with Lance, and leading him to the stairs as Mickey frowned, looking at the floor. He stuck his foot out and pressed lightly on one of the floorboards and blinked, pressing another, before moving his foot back to the first, listening to the creak.
"DC Webb?" Gina arched an eyebrow. "This isn't the time for-"She frowned as Mickey dropped to the floor, pulling the carpet back. "DC Webb-"
"Ma'am." Mickey said, pressing on the floorboard before smirking back at Bellamy as he, Kerry and Lance paused at the top of the stairs. He located the one that had creaked as they passed over it and pushed it gently, watching it lift up, before removing it and holding his hand up. "Ma'am, torch please."
Gina unclipped the torch from her belt and passed it over, watching as Mickey turned it on and shone it down the small hole, reaching in and pulling a white plastic bag out. He put the torch down and opened the bag, pulling out the contents and looking up at Adam and Gina.
Gina pulled on a pair of gloves and crouched beside him, opening the small black handbag Mickey had pulled out of the bag, reaching inside and pulling out the mobile phone and purse inside. She opened the purse and sighed softly, holding it up to Adam so he could see the picture inside.
"Charlie and Dale" Adam smiled slightly, looking up at Bellamy as he swore.
Mickey cried out as he pulled his hand out of the bag and looked at the blood dripping from the small cut on his finger. "What the...?" He frowned and looked inside the bag, his eyes widening slightly as he looked up at Gina. "Ma'am" he said quietly, holding it up to her.
Gina took the bag and looked inside, carefully reaching in and pulling out a knife. She looked up at Bellamy and tutted. "Dear me," she mock frowned. "We haven't been very careful now have we?" She said, shaking her head.