I Can Still Feel You're Here – Part Six
The door slammed back against the wall and echoed around the small front office. "Sarge!" Marilyn called out, looking up as Smiffy pushed his way through.
"Where is he?" he growled.
"…..Sorry?" Marilyn blinked.
"Where is he?" Smiffy turned to face her, the anger flashing in his eyes.
"Who?"
"Kent." Smiffy spat.
"Gabriel?" Marilyn relaxed slightly, thinking it was something to do with work. "He's with Inspector Gold……" she trailed off and blinked as Smiffy hammered his security code into the small box beside the door and thundered through. "No, thank you Marilyn, Why, not at all Sergeant Smith." She tutted, before continuing to frown at the computer in front of her.
Smiffy stalked along the corridor, pushing his way through groups of officers gossiping in corners without stopping to apologise. He reached Gina's office and tried the door, punching his fist against it as he found it empty and locked.
"Bad day?" Tony asked, standing behind him.
"The Inspector." Smiffy forced out as civily as he could. "Have you seen her?"
"Er, she was with the Super a few minutes ago…saw them talking, just before she led Gabriel-"
"Where?" Smiffy asked, turning and drawing himself up to his full height.
"Er…Interview room." Tony shrugged. "Not sure-" he blinked as Smiffy set off down the corridor before he'd had chance to finish, shaking his head, before continuing to the canteen for his break.
"Now," Gina smiled at Gabriel and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her stomach. "If you'd just like to tell me what happened at the pub, we can all be on our way."
"It's all written down Ma'am." Gabriel gestured to his statement in front of his senior office.
"I know." Gina nodded, "But like I said." She tilted her head. "This is just to make sure things run smoothly for the court case, with both you and Amber as probationers…we need to keep a tight ship."
"Of course ma'am." Gabriel nodded. "Can't let him get away with what he did to Charlie."
"Quite." Gina leant forward and rested her elbows on the table. "In your own time…"
Gabriel looked thoughtful for a few seconds, before resting his gaze on Gina. "We were called to the pub by the landlord, at about half 2…he said he was having a few problems with a couple of drunken punters and we were first on the scene. We surveyed the damage inside as the fighting appeared to have stopped and we went back outside to cancel the back up."
"Both of you?"
"Yes Ma'am." Gabriel nodded. "The Jasmine Allen isn't the type of place you go anywhere by yourself."
"Of course." Gina pursed her lips.
"As we got outside, Amber and Honey arrived before we had-" he trailed off and looked up as Smiffy blustered through.
"Sergeant Smith!" Gina thundered, as Smiffy ignored her, going straight to Gabriel and pulling him out the chair. "SMITHY!"
"You bastard" Smiffy spat, pushing Gabriel against the wall, before laying into him, kicking and punching any part of Gabriel he could find, as Gabriel slid to the floor, instantly curling into a ball.
Gina slammed her chair back and pressed the panic button, calling out for help as Roger and Ken ran into the interview room, followed by two other uniformed officers.
"Get him to my office!" Gina shouted as Ken and a uniformed officer pulled Smiffy from Gabriel as he fought against them.
"Ma'am!"
"MY OFFICE!" She shouted as they all but frogmarched Smiffy out.
Gabriel slowly looked up from where he was curled against the wall in a bloodied heap. "Ma'am…." He whimpered softly.
Gina looked across, her lip curled in obvious distaste. "Get the FME." She sighed, looking up as Adam appeared in the doorway.
"Problem?" he asked, frowning as he looked over at where Roger was helping Gabriel to his feet.
"You could say that." Gina sighed, walking from the interview room to her office.