Part 5

"Awww..." Charlie's expression dropped and she smiled slightly. "You should get checked over..."

"I'm fine." Dan smiled. "Really."

"At least get a shower." Charlie grinned, wrinkling her nose slightly.

"Oh yeah, that'd be compost too." She gestured to Mr Gordon. "Think he could do with a hose down n'all. S'where his chase ended up."

"Lovely." June processed the prisoner, holding her breath as she guided him to the cells.

"Was that you offering to scrub me back?" Dan smirked, winking at Charlie.

"You stink far too much for that." Charlie giggled. "But you'll both need to shift quick, before it dries and you get given wire wool to scrub it off."

"Don't think it's ever gunna come out me hair!" Rebakah tutted, pulling a face as more snide remarks came from passing Officers.

"Try brushing it when you wash your hair with the shampoo in, and again when your hair's dried. It'll hurt, but it pulls out the worst." Charlie smiled. "And you." She looked at Dan. "Try the same." She chuckled, "And remember to keep your head back so it don't run in your eyes."

"Sounds like you're talking from experience?" Rebekah commented.

"Only paintballing." Charlie pulled a lump of dried paint from the end of Rebekah's hair. "Nothing on your scale."

"Well my hair better not be damaged or some little er's gunna get more than a tin of paint in his face when I get hold of him!" Rebekah growled.

"Quite PC Nixon." June reappeared, "Showers, before you drip all over the floor."

Rebekah stopped what she was saying. "Sarge." She went and headed into the station to go to the locker room.

Dan turned and headed for the male ones too.

Charlie chuckled and shook her head, watching them slope off, looking back at June, smirking as June covered her mouth to hide her laughter, her shoulders still shaking.

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Rebekah took her uniform off and dropped it into a bag before taking her brush and shampoo into the shower, and spending a good 20 minutes in there. When she'd done there were still some bits that wouldn't come out! And the odd patch of colour on her skin. She sighed and got changed back into her clothes, leaving her hair down and wet - no other choice. It needed to dry.

Dan peeled his uniform off, dropping it by the door, scowling as he caught sight of his hair in the mirror. He turned the shower on, kicking the rest of his clothes aside as he went inside, letting the water run over his head, raking Gary's comb through his hair so as not to mess up his own. 10 minutes later he finally dragged himself out of the showers, scowling at the amount of hair that was on the floor, watching it drain away with the water, before dressing in a clean uniform.

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Rebekah got things she needed like her warrant card and went back out into the station and down into custody. "Hows our Mr Gordon doing?"

"Quiet as a mouse." June nodded back at the cells.

"Good, soon as Dan's back we'll interview him - or do you want me to go see who can take it in CID now?" Rebekah asked.

"It can wait." June shook her head. "The FME should have some white spirit..." she nodded at Rebekah's arm.

"Never thought of that! Cheers Sarge." She went to go sort herself out.

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After rubbing and getting most of it off her skin, she went back to see June. "Sarge? I'd have changed to uniform but there's no spare shirts that fit me... am I okay to stay like this the rest of the day if I carry my card?"

"You are not a CID Officer." June informed her, shaking her head. "Sorry Rebekah."

"Well no but plenty of uniformed officers have to wear civvies for one reason or another. Besides - what's the alternate option if there's not a shirt that fits? Walk about naked?"

"It's white." June shrugged. "Put the rest of your uniform on with it."

Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Sarge." Though she wasn't going to be able to attach her cravat to a v-neck t-shirt! She went and got some spare trousers and put on her own spare shoes. Then she got a clean stab vest and clean equipment. Her hair was only partially dry still so she headed to the ladies deciding she'd crouch under the hand-dryer to do the best she could!

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Gina glanced up as she saw the door open, wiping her mouth quickly, straightening up, raising an eyebrow as she looked Rebekah over.

Rebekah slid down the wall and paused before she hit the handryer on. "You okay Ma'am?" She frowned a little.

"Fine." Gina blinked, "What on earth are you doing?"

"Drying my hair so I look more presentable again. PC Casper and me had a run in with some youths..." She went on to explain to Gina what had happened while she ruffled her hair as it blew in the hand dryer.

Gina looked amused before smirking. "You're not going out like that, you can wait until your shirt's cleaned and help Charlie in the front office.

"Well, would you have a word with Sergeant Ackland for me please Ma'am? Only she's been on my back to get back in uniform and back on patrol! And as far as I know, Dan's still cleaning himself up. I did put my own clothes back on because I personally think a half hearted attempt at uniform looks worse, but she had a go." Rebekah pouted.

"I'm sure Saint June'll catch on." Gina rolled her eyes, drying her mouth. "Go on..." She gestured to the door.

"One more minute..." She finished drying her hair - it now being all wavy, and put it back up in the mirror before squeezing Gina a smile and leaning towards her shoulder and murmered. "If you go up to CID, Mickey and Jo both have great remedy drinks in their drawers. We all have hard nights out we regret the morning after." She gave her a wink and squeezed her arm before leaving, having come to the conclusion Gina was suffering a hangover!

"Quite.." Gina smiled tightly, waiting until the door closed, before leaning back over the sink, carefully washing her face.