Authors Notes:-
Well here's chapter 5 eventually. Sorry for the long wait, i'm finally back from the dead. Not much to say about this chapter really just read, enjoy and reveiw. Hopefully you won't have to wait quite so long for the next chapter.
The Bill: Beech is Back.
Chapter 5: Bombs Away.
The next morning they are woken by the bright spring sunshine, coming through the window and illuminating the room with its golden glow. Stephen is the first to wake. He is about to get up when he notices Marion fast asleep, curled up on his chest. Not wanting to wake her, he decides to stay where he is for the time being, thinking about last nights revelations. Was I dreaming or did she really say she's pregnant? This changes everything. It's not gonna be easy but ...... maybe this is a good thing? It's not like I haven't imagined it before. The perfect little family, but is it possible in real life? I guess I'll have to wait and see. She's beautiful asleep, so peaceful, is she waking up? >
Marion slowly wakes up and sits up rubbing the sleep from her eyes, trying to remember where she is.
"Morning beautiful," greets Stephen wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back to him.
"Morning," mumbles Marion with a yawn, "What time is it?"
"Who cares," says Stephen pulling her closer for a quick kiss.
"Mmm, what's bought all this on Ste?"
"Nothing really; I've just been thinking and I've come to the realisation that I don't wanna lose you, ever!" explains Stephen wrapping his arms around her even tighter.
"That's nice Ste, but we're both gonna be late for work again,"
"Shit," says Stephen jumping up as quickly as he possibly can, "we can't afford to be late again."
They both get out of bed and proceed to get themselves ready for work deciding to talk about things later that day.
At Claire's house, John and Claire had just finished eating breakfast and are now getting ready to leave for work. They arrive at Sun Hill shortly afterwards and quickly get settled into their work, reading through the details and looking for leads.
"Claire," starts John, "You remember what we were talking about yesterday? I want you to know that I do believe you and I wanna help if you'll let me."
"Can we talk about it later; this is hardly the time to have this type of conversation?"
"Sure," sys john, "just let me know when."
"JOHN, CLAIRE MY OFFICE NOW," calls Deakin from the office doorway.
"Sir," John and Claire say, entering the DI's office.
"I just wanted to know if AMIT have finished with you or if you are gonna be called away again?" explains Deakin.
"They should be, yesterday was just a follow up Gov," says Claire, "was there anything else?"
"No not really. How are you getting on with this case? Any suspects yet?"
"No Gov, we was thinking of checking out the building to see if we could find a reason for him being there," John explains.
"Very well then," says Deakin dismissing them from his office.
John and Claire grab their coats off the coat rack and head outside to the car park.
"Lets check out this building then," says John getting into the drivers seat of the car, "I'm driving."
They drive to the building the body was found in.
"It looks like no one has been here for years," comments Claire.
They walk into the building and start looking around for clues. They enter a small, windowless room when suddenly the door slams shut behind them, effectively trapping them in the room. John and Claire attempt to open the door with very little success.
"This door won't budge," says John.
They look around for another way out but find none.
"Shit we're trapped," says John.
"Have you got your phone on you?" asks Claire.
"Yeah why?"
"We can call someone for help."
"Who?"
"Erm ..... uniform," suggests Claire.
John gives her the phone and Claire dials 999. Whilst Claire tells them where they are, John continues searching for a way out. As he approaches one corner of the room, he hears a very faint ticking noise. "Claire, come here, can you here that?"
Claire approaches him and listens carefully for a few seconds. "Yeah, where's it coming from? What is it?"
John carefully searches for the offending object and what he finds is the last thing he expects.
"A bomb," he reports, "oh shit, we're in trouble. There's only 30 minutes on the clock."
"Shit," swears Claire moving as far away from the bomb as possible, John following close behind.
They anxiously wait for someone to come and rescue them.