Thanks for all the reviews! Here's as I promised, chapter 3! Enjoy!
She's the One
Chapter 3
Police Constable Honey Harman and Sergeant Smithy were patrolling on the Jasmine Allen Estate. Smithy was silent, except for the occasionally grunt when Honey asked the odd question. Or, Smithy said an 'uh huh' or a 'nah huh'.
"Serge," Honey began timidly, "are you okay? You haven't been with it all day. You've got a face like a wet Monday!" Smithy grinned slightly at this remark.
"It's nothing…really," said Smithy, as Honey eyed him with her sceptical look.
"You like someone, don't you?" Honey said triumphantly. Smithy eyed her, and Honey knew she was right.
"Possibly, but then again, it's not your place to ask, PC Harman!" Smithy commented playfully.
"Ooo! Who is it!" she persisted eagerly. "Tell me please!"
"Maybe later, muttered Smithy. They turned a corner. Smithy and Honey's eyes fell on a youth in a hooded top threatening a middle-aged woman with a knife. They woman was whimpering, tears in her eyes.
"Gimme all yer jewellery and yer wallet!" he screamed. "Hand 'em over or I'll knife yer!"
"Please, help me!" yelled the woman, and she was pushed to the ground, and attempting to fight him off. Smithy and Honey ran hurriedly toward the teen, but it was too late. Without warning, the youth stabbed the in the chest, grabbed her handbag and ran off; jumping over a fence into the park.
"Sierra Oscar, from 54, ambulance required on the Jasmine Allen," Smithy shouted into his radio. "I'm going after the suspect, over."
"Serge, wait!" Honey cried. "He's armed! You could get stabbed too!"
"Just see to the victim!" bellowed Smithy, and he hauled himself over the fence after the youth, leaving Honey to help the woman, now bleeding to death. Once over, he glimpsed the youth hiding behind the climbing frame.
"Hello?" he called calmly. The youth shifted very slightly. "My name's Dale. I'd like you tell me why you just knifed that poor woman; she's now bleeding heavily."
"She wouldn't gimme her money," grunted a voice.
"It wasn't your though. You didn't have any right to take it," Smithy said, bringing his extendable baton out silently and his handcuffs. "She was a hard-working citizen trying to make a living, which is more than I can say for you."
"Shut it!"
"No, you shut it!" yelled Smithy. "You can come over here now and come to the station and pay for what you've done! And give me he knife!" The teen reluctantly stepped over to Dale and threw his blood-stained knife onto the ground.
"You got a name?" continued Smithy fiercely.
"Alex James," murmured the boy.
"Alex James, I'm arresting you for Grievous Bodily Harm. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you may later rely on in court. Anything you do say will be given in evidence."
Smithy walked the boy through the park gate and back to the site of the stabbing. The ambulance was there, tending to the woman. The boy took one look at the woman being strapped onto a trolley, and he burst into frantic tears.
"I'm sorry!" he sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry!" Honey melted at the remorse of the boy. She led him gently over to a wall where she cuffed him.
"Sierra Oscar, from 54, car required on the Jasmine Allen," said Smithy to the radio, "I've arrested an Alex James for GBH, over."
"54, from Sierra Oscar, 416 and 298 in 84 Panda on its way," answered Dean's voice over the radio. Dean switched over.
"298, from Sierra Oscar. Sergeant Smith requests a car on the Jasmine Allen, over."
"Sierra Oscar, from 298, we'll deal," said Yvonne, holding the radio close to her mouth.
DI Manson trotted himself down the stairs. He walked swiftly into the canteen where most uniformed officers sat stuffing themselves with food. His eye quickly found the young brunette he was looking for.
"PC Dunbar!" he called. Andrea turned her head. "A word please!" Andrea sighed, annoyed. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? She'd already broken it off with him! All the same, she rose from her seat, and met Neil outside.
"Neil, what is it?" she raged once out of earshot from their colleagues. "You've already said it's over!"
"I know, but with Kerry getting shot, and surviving, she may still grass us up," Neil muttered under his breath, as Smithy passed by.
"Serge, pass on my regards to Kerry!" Andrea called after him. Smithy turned and nodded; he was smiling. Once he'd gone, Neil continued.
"We've just got to play it safe until Kerry's off our scent," he said wisely, "for now, we're just colleagues."
Andrea looked a little more relieved. "Just so you know," she whispered, "I still care." She planted a small kiss on his cheek, making him blush. He smiled.
"I do too…"