This is my first go at fanfiction so please give me feedback. I wrote this because I think there is a SERIOUS lack of mickey/kate fics out there so I decided to write my own. Enjoy!
Tom's mouth found hers.
"That's better isn't it Kate. Now we don't have to be angry at each other"
Kate felt a surge of anger through her body. You bastard she thought you just want to sleep with me. Her knee rose and she jerked it into his crotch.
He crumpled to the floor in pain and Kate walked out the door, only looking back to smile with satisfaction at the pain of a man whom she truly despised. A man who made her hate herself.
There was a party happening in CID that was tempting but after a bit of consideration Kate decided with all the events of the day, all she really wanted was a good nights sleep.
She left, taking little notice of the group standing in the shadows outside than station.
Early in the morning there was a phone call. Kate picked it up to hear Mickey's tired and emotionally drawn voice.
"Kate there has been a fire at the station. Ben Hayward, Di Worrell, Andrew Munroe and Paul Riley have all been killed. Sam Harker is in hospital. He isn't expected to live."
Kate heart sank. That's all she needed at this time in her life, her friends and colleagues dead, killed. She tentatively asked,
"Is that all? I mean everyone else is fine aren't they?"
She held her breath and hoped Mickey would say the one name she would have been glad to hear.
"Yes "
Answered Mickey
" That's all."
" So what's happening?"
"Well today we are running out of Barton Street but tomorrow it is business as usual I suppose" Kate thought for awhile "I'm coming I have to be there"
Mickey agreed and Kate put the phone down and rushed to get her coat and car keys.