Charlie keeps flitting from FDO to PC in my fics ;o) She's an FDO in this one. And sorry to the people who wanted a humorous fic, I'll write one soon :o) Promise!

Chapter 2

"Nice to see the relief on top form." Gina couldn't help but smirk as she glanced up to see Smithy, his face flitting from green, to dead, to pale and back to green again.

"I've never drinking again." Smithy started, covering his mouth with his hand before faltering. "…At least not for the rest of this week."

Gina chuckled and closed the filing cabinet she'd been looking in loudly with a bang, looking innocent as Smithy groaned and buried his head in his arms. "Did you have to…"

"Yes." Gina answered simply, sitting on the edge of his desk before looking through his in tray. "You have a lot to be getting on with." She smirked, "It should keep you in the station today..."

"Thank you." Smithy said weakly, hunting through his top drawer for aspirin.

"You look a bit ill!" John raised his voice as Mickey walked through. "Bad night?"

"Good night." Mickey said hoarsely, "Bad pain."

"Never mind!" John chuckled and patted Mickey's shoulder. "Got a nice case for you." He smiled broadly. "Body's been pulled out the river." His grin grew as Mickey turned an interesting shade of puce. "It's been there at least a week, man found it whilst walking his dog, you can take Rod…"

"Sarge," Mickey almost whimpered. "I really don't think-"

"Nonsense!" John chirruped happily. "A nice juicy case, just what you need to make you forget your hang…Mickey?"

Claire watched Mickey run back down the corridor towards the toilets and looked at John. "Was that really necessary?"

John turned and looked at her, grinning smugly. "You need to ask?"

Claire rolled her eyes, smiling as John wrapped his arms around her shoulders in the now empty office.

Charlie looped her arm through Nick's in an attempt to stay upright as they walked along the estate, Charlie concentrating hard on putting one foot in front of the other, and not on the pneumatic drill in her head.

"You alright?" Nick looked amused as he glanced to the side. "S'just I thought you were going to throw up in the car.

"I was." Charlie took several deep breaths. "But you parked in time."

Nick chuckled, shaking his head. "If you will drink."

"You were drinking too!" Charlie protested weakly, "You just gave in to early."

"I knew I was at work the next day more like." Nick smiled, frowning as he looked further along the landing they were on, watching two kids attempt to break a window. "OI!"

Charlie winced, covering her ears.

"Stop, Police!" He pulled away and started chasing after them, calling to Charlie to follow him.

"Bastards." Charlie followed behind Nick at a much slower pace, one hand over her mouth, the other alternating from her stomach to her head as she reluctantly ran, muttering darkly about inconsiderate criminals.

She yelped as a man stepped out of a flat in front of her, sending Charlie flying, skidding into the wall, grazing her head and fingers against it as she reached out, trying to stop herself going over the edge and plummeting 3 floors to the ground.

"Sorry love." The man said, walking towards her. "You alright?"

Charlie slowly drew herself back up to her feet, letting the man help her as she glanced up, her head spinning worse than before.

"It was an accident." The man gave her a kind smile, noticing Charlie's confused look. He glanced over his shoulder and his smile disappeared, turning into a nasty smirk as he looked back. "Should have looked where you were going, stupid pig bitch."

Charlie stammered, her eyes fixed on the advancing group behind the man. "What's going on?" she whispered.

"S'alright love…" The man backed against the wall, pressing himself so close to her that Charlie had to clutch at the rusting bar running the length of the wall and lean back. "We just wanna have some fun."

"…Fun?" Charlie squeaked, before screaming as she was lifted, the man who'd barged into her, holding her by her hips as she clutched more at the bar, being almost pushed completely over the banister.

"CHARLIE!" Nick glanced up, having chased the lads down the stairs, out to the carpark.

"Let me go!" Charlie screamed, as the men laughed.

"Let her go!" One of the other men jibed the man holding her. "Go on, she's asking for it." "Drop her!"

"No…no…" Charlie stammered, "Please…"

"PIG!" One of the others shouted as Nick turned, running back towards the stairs, radioing for backup.

"Going down…" The man smirked, pushing Charlie completely back as she screamed and fought against them, trying to cling on so as not to fall, the whole gang running off before they could see her fall down to the ground with a sickening thud.