Episode 3:
It had been nearly a week and nothing, not a single phone call, message, rose or even sexy underwear; sighing deeply with disappointment Meredith reached out for her half finished espresso and pulled out the arts supplement of the Guardian. Leaning back in her chair she automatically flicked to John Raymont's write up of the Tate Gala, true there had been a small feature in it in the Sunday paper but she always preferred to read the full critic's write up the following Saturday. Scanning through the first few lines as John launched into a veritable glowing account of the collection and the turnout something in the final paragraph caught her eye, it was a barely concealed reference to herself, 'the well known art world ball breaker' as he so delightfully referred to her, reading on suddenly Meredith dropped the paper.
She had been expecting backlash from the spurned critic but certainly nothing like this, a less than discrete reference to her extra-professional activities at the party, and a dry evil comment that maybe her gallery might get a few more visitors if she provided them with the same material as she had displayed at the Tate. Panicking now she realised someone must have seen them and recognised her as no mention of Gavin had been made, but how? She was certain that any casual observer would have been detected by them. Then suddenly it hit her, in her gallery she knew everything that happened because every inch of it was covered by CCTV, the Tate which housed some of the country's most valuable paintings would have to be similarly secure.
Groaning she held her head in her hands, realising that their little private session would have definitely been the highlight of the security team's evening not mention a lucrative sideline. Shaking with fury she realised that by now every disreputable editor in the country would be contacting John Raymont in an effort to get a look at his copy or at least the name of his source. If the tabloids got hold of it, there wouldn't be a snide little comment at the bottom of a critic's review but a full blown account possibly with pictures.
Trembling she reached out and grasped the phone, automatically dialling the mobile number which by now she had practically memorised she had stared at it so much, this time she let the phone ring and practically sighed with relief when it was answered.
"Hello Meredith." Gavin said coolly.
"Gavin, we really need to talk, can you meet me for coffee say in half an hour?"
Later that day in a small yet cosy coffee house in Chelsea Meredith Gates sat nursing her second cup of espresso, glancing at her watch for the umpteenth time that minute she began to slowly panic, where the hell was he? Was this some deliberate ploy to wreak some sick revenge, agree to meet her than not turn up? However just as she slammed her cup down and was rising from her seat determined to find Gavin Cochrane and in person give him a piece of her mind the door to the shop jingled and in he walked.
"You're late!" Meredith hissed before he could even get a word in edgeways.
"What not no Good Morning, or perhaps a pleasant 'How are you Gavin?' Or even, I mean I know this might be asking too much, a friendly smile?" Gavin retorted as he made his way over to her table.
"Well you might have gotten all three and perhaps even a kiss on the cheek as well if you had been here half an hour ago like you promised!" Meredith retorted.
"How do you know I wasn't sitting across the street watching to see how long you'd wait for me? I mean half an hour it must be true love!" Gavin teased delighting as he saw her grow increasingly pink and agitated.
"If all you're going to do is make stupid wisecracks at my expense..." Meredith began getting to her feet and seizing her coat but Gavin reached out and caught her wrist as she tried to storm past him, at such sudden and unexpected physical contact Meredith stopped dead, the sensitive skin of her wrist tingling at his touch. For a moment their eyes locked and the sexual chemistry between them was practically palpable, taking a deep breath Meredith tried to pull away but Gavin refused to release her instead pulling her closer towards him. Standing up slowly he closed the remaining distance between them, leaning down he brushed his nose against hers his hand moving to cradle her chin and lift her lips up to meet his however just before they met there was a pointed cough from the counter, glancing around the pair suddenly realised that everyone's eyes were focused on them.
Mortified Meredith broke away, the purpose for their meeting forgotten in her sudden haste to be as far from those staring, knowing eyes as possible, storming towards the door she quickly fished into her pocket pulling out a tenner and slamming it down on the counter not even pausing to get her change. However she only got a few steps out the door when Gavin roughly grasped her elbow, this time not waiting for her permission he leant down capturing her lips with his, kissing her ravenously.
Gasping for breath Meredith finally managed to push him away. "Stop we can't...."
"Why the hell not?" Gavin growled his hands moving to encircle her waist.
"Because this wasn't why I phoned!" Meredith blurted out causing Gavin to draw back as if burnt.
"Then what the hell else did you want?" He demanded.
"Did you read the Guardian this morning?" Meredith asked.
"No." Gavin replied puzzled as they turned and headed down the street walking awkwardly side by side.
Fishing into her bag Meredith drew out the offending article, forcing it into Gavin's hand. "Read John Raymont's article then let me know why you think I phoned!"
For a few moments Meredith watched Gavin's face as he read, noting as his expression turned from annoyance, to boredom and then suddenly to understanding. "Ahhh..." He muttered. "That bastard has quite a nerve."
"Well I think we had already established that, but the question still remains what the hell are we going to do about it? If this gets into the tabloids...Well you can just imagine..." Meredith trailed off running a hand distractedly through her long dark hair. "This could ruin me!"
"Leave it to me!" Gavin stated softly, fishing out his mobile and calling for his car. After a moment of talking to Danny he slid his phone back into his pocket and turned to gaze at Meredith once more. "So was that all you wanted?"
"Well..." Meredith began.
"Yes?" Gavin asked softly
"I suppose I'll see you around." She replied unable to meet his gaze and so missing the brief flash of disappointment in his eyes.
"I suppose so." Gavin replied glancing over as his shoulder as his Mercedes pulled into view. "Can I offer you a lift?"
"It's alright I only live round the corner." Meredith replied. "Hardly worth you going out of you way."
"No I suppose not!" Gavin replied coolly as he stepped off the curb to his waiting car.
Once seated in the relative sanctuary of the climate controlled interior, Gavin allowed himself to turn in his seat to gaze back as Meredith quickly strode into the distance, ignoring the somewhat amused glance that Danny sent him.
"Don't you worry boss there's plenty of girls like that about if you've got the taste for a bit of Irish..." Danny began but an ice cold glance from Gavin soon shut him up.
Pulling out into the busy traffic Gavin allowed himself one last glance back, and it was at that moment as he sat unable to do anything that he saw the mugger dive out of an alleyway seizing Meredith's bag and knocking her hard to the floor.
"Stop!" Gavin demanded and Danny automatically slammed on the brakes, the tyres screeching as the car came suddenly to a holt. Not waiting for it to stop completely Gavin threw open the door and jumped out into the street, dodging traffic he ran towards her, pushing through the small crowd that had gathered and throwing himself down onto the pavement beside her.
"Meredith.." He whispered. "Meredith can you hear me are you alright?" He added insistently, immediately noting the nasty looking cut on her forehead from where she had collided with the pavement.
Moaning slightly as she managed to sit up Meredith instinctively reached up to her throbbing head. "Well I'm not dead so I'll take that as a good sign!" She mumbled, wincing as she held a handkerchief to her cut. "Bastard, that was my favourite Louis Vuitton handbag, not to mention all my cards, keys and I can't even begin to imagine what else...Oh god no!" She exclaimed.
"What?" Gavin asked, as he helped her to her feet, wrapping his arm round her waist as he walked her over to his car.
"My filofax, it has all my contact names and numbers, I've spent years compiling that listing it's priceless, irreplaceable!" Meredith replied leaning against him and allowing him to help her into the car.
"That is replaceable you are not, we'll get it sorted but first things first we need to get that seen to." Gavin replied soothingly brushing her hair away from her face so he could get a better look at the gash. "I'll make some calls when we get to the hospital..."
"What's all this we business?" Meredith cut in, trying to be sarcastic but only pulling off pained and harassed.
Chuckling slightly and almost relieved that the blow to her head had obviously had little to no effect on her stubbornness Gavin sat back in his seat signalling to Danny to pull off before answering. "Face it Kiddo you're stuck with me, because despite all your bravado you need me, and who knows you might even get used to having me around?"
"Don't go holding your breath, I don't do relationships." Meredith countered coolly.
"Who said anything about a relationship, I just want to get you patched up so you won't bleed all over my upholstery!" Gavin replied smoothly.
"Don't try to be cute!" Meredith retorted moving to rub her sore bruised palms, but even so she couldn't completely suppress the smile that tugged at her lips.
Smiling Gavin reached out and took her hands between his, examining them closely for cuts before rubbing them gently. "So you think I'm cute, my my don't tell me we're finally making progress?"
Groaning Meredith reluctantly pulled her hands away. "Don't you ever stop?"
"Oh you know you love it really!" Gavin replied, chuckling slightly as Meredith became increasingly huffy. "Fine I won't say the love word again, not until you do that is!"
Snorting loudly Meredith automatically shook her head before suddenly hissing at the pain, raising a hand to her throbbing head. "Don't go holding your breath!"
"I can wait, I mean fate seems determined to keep throwing us together!" Gavin retorted seriously meeting her gaze and holding it for an intense moment before an uncomfortable silence descended and Meredith looked away, turning to stare out the window but even so she could still feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin.
A few hours later and a sleek black Mercedes drew up outside an exclusive Chelsea address, Gavin quickly got out, reaching out a hand to help Meredith out which she reluctantly accepted. A few minutes later and after Gavin had shown some impressive strength and skill at forcing open doors Meredith was finally able to walk into her own apartment and sink gratefully onto a sofa. Snapping his mobile shut Gavin was able to take in his surroundings properly, the apartment was cool yet bold like its owner, spacious so it gave the hint of expense and luxury without flaunting it openly, it suited the woman ensconced on the couch perfectly.
"Well that's the locksmith sorted, he should be here within the hour!" Gavin explained as he walked around the room admiring the selection of paintings that hung on her large neutral walls.
"Thanks." Meredith replied. "You know there really isn't any need for you to hang around, not that I haven't appreciated all your help it's just..."
"Just what? You're sick of the sight of me already?" Gavin jested.
Snorting Meredith once more reached for her throbbing head. "I told you not to make me laugh, it hurts when I laugh."
"My apologies." Gavin replied sincerely as he moved to sit beside her on the couch. "You know it's quiet nice your apartment, very you I might add!"
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Meredith retorted raising an eyebrow as if to punctuate her point.
"Cool and classy." Gavin replied. "You are so suspicious, why is that? I pay you a compliment and automatically you're looking for the catch."
"Force of habit." Meredith muttered. "Most people aren't nice unless they want something."
"So do you still want me to leave?" Gavin asked softly. "I mean the doctor did insist that you be supervised for 24hrs just in case there was a concussion that was the only reason they agreed to let you go as I recall!"
"Well I did plan on taking a bath..."
"What's stopping you?" Gavin insisted. "I mean I can deal with the locksmith and keep checking on you every few minutes to make sure you haven't drowned!"
"Checking on me? How exactly a convenient glance round the door?" Meredith asked teasingly.
"Well I was hoping to scrub your back..." Gavin began smiling saucily as he quickly closed the distance between them, leaning forward and brushing the hair away from her face before planting a swift tender kiss on her lips, then before she could exclaim her annoyance he pulled away smiling charmingly before heading towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Meredith asked.
"To draw your bath milady!" He called back as he strode up the stairs.
Half an hour later and Meredith sat happily ensconced in her bath sighing as she felt all the tenseness in her muscles slip away, she knew she should really be sorting out a million and one things but somehow it felt good to just let someone else deal with all that. At the back of her mind was a tiny niggling thought that perhaps she shouldn't be trusting Gavin so completely, normally she kept her men at arms length well except for the time between finishing dinner and leaving the next morning but despite all her previous experience and the strict guidelines she had set herself somehow Gavin seemed to slip by them.
Suddenly she felt a pair of strong hands on her moving across her shoulders and massaging the remaining knots out of them.
"And just what do you think you are doing?" Meredith asked teasingly.
"I thought you could do with a hand, now about scrubbing your back!" Gavin asked, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves before generously soaping up a nearby sponge. However just as he was about to start the doorbell sounded and cursing under his breath he turned and strode towards the door, calling back over his shoulder. "Don't go anywhere I'll be right back!"
Smiling to herself Meredith stretched in anticipation, if that night in the hotel was anything to go by she was going to need all her energy for later, however just as her thoughts were turning to a more pleasurable bent her peace and quiet was shattered by the shrill ring of a mobile. Turning around quickly it only took her a few seconds to realise it was Gavin's mobile. "Gavin." She called out, but when there was no answer she leant out her bath seizing his jacket and rummaging around till she found the mobile. Pulling it out she flicked it open but before she could speak the person on the end began to rant down the phone.
"About time Cochrane I've been trying to reach you all day, but for some reason you've been avoiding my calls and somehow I think I know why! You promised you'd help me get her and now I find out you've been boning the bitch..."
But Meredith didn't need to hear anymore, shaking with fury she snapped the phone shut cutting off Will Montague mid rant, getting out of her bath she grabbed a towel and wrapped it firmly round her, before once more opening the mobile and this time dialling 999. "Police please...I have uninvited guest I need removing, this is my address...."
It had been nearly a week and nothing, not a single phone call, message, rose or even sexy underwear; sighing deeply with disappointment Meredith reached out for her half finished espresso and pulled out the arts supplement of the Guardian. Leaning back in her chair she automatically flicked to John Raymont's write up of the Tate Gala, true there had been a small feature in it in the Sunday paper but she always preferred to read the full critic's write up the following Saturday. Scanning through the first few lines as John launched into a veritable glowing account of the collection and the turnout something in the final paragraph caught her eye, it was a barely concealed reference to herself, 'the well known art world ball breaker' as he so delightfully referred to her, reading on suddenly Meredith dropped the paper.
She had been expecting backlash from the spurned critic but certainly nothing like this, a less than discrete reference to her extra-professional activities at the party, and a dry evil comment that maybe her gallery might get a few more visitors if she provided them with the same material as she had displayed at the Tate. Panicking now she realised someone must have seen them and recognised her as no mention of Gavin had been made, but how? She was certain that any casual observer would have been detected by them. Then suddenly it hit her, in her gallery she knew everything that happened because every inch of it was covered by CCTV, the Tate which housed some of the country's most valuable paintings would have to be similarly secure.
Groaning she held her head in her hands, realising that their little private session would have definitely been the highlight of the security team's evening not mention a lucrative sideline. Shaking with fury she realised that by now every disreputable editor in the country would be contacting John Raymont in an effort to get a look at his copy or at least the name of his source. If the tabloids got hold of it, there wouldn't be a snide little comment at the bottom of a critic's review but a full blown account possibly with pictures.
Trembling she reached out and grasped the phone, automatically dialling the mobile number which by now she had practically memorised she had stared at it so much, this time she let the phone ring and practically sighed with relief when it was answered.
"Hello Meredith." Gavin said coolly.
"Gavin, we really need to talk, can you meet me for coffee say in half an hour?"
Later that day in a small yet cosy coffee house in Chelsea Meredith Gates sat nursing her second cup of espresso, glancing at her watch for the umpteenth time that minute she began to slowly panic, where the hell was he? Was this some deliberate ploy to wreak some sick revenge, agree to meet her than not turn up? However just as she slammed her cup down and was rising from her seat determined to find Gavin Cochrane and in person give him a piece of her mind the door to the shop jingled and in he walked.
"You're late!" Meredith hissed before he could even get a word in edgeways.
"What not no Good Morning, or perhaps a pleasant 'How are you Gavin?' Or even, I mean I know this might be asking too much, a friendly smile?" Gavin retorted as he made his way over to her table.
"Well you might have gotten all three and perhaps even a kiss on the cheek as well if you had been here half an hour ago like you promised!" Meredith retorted.
"How do you know I wasn't sitting across the street watching to see how long you'd wait for me? I mean half an hour it must be true love!" Gavin teased delighting as he saw her grow increasingly pink and agitated.
"If all you're going to do is make stupid wisecracks at my expense..." Meredith began getting to her feet and seizing her coat but Gavin reached out and caught her wrist as she tried to storm past him, at such sudden and unexpected physical contact Meredith stopped dead, the sensitive skin of her wrist tingling at his touch. For a moment their eyes locked and the sexual chemistry between them was practically palpable, taking a deep breath Meredith tried to pull away but Gavin refused to release her instead pulling her closer towards him. Standing up slowly he closed the remaining distance between them, leaning down he brushed his nose against hers his hand moving to cradle her chin and lift her lips up to meet his however just before they met there was a pointed cough from the counter, glancing around the pair suddenly realised that everyone's eyes were focused on them.
Mortified Meredith broke away, the purpose for their meeting forgotten in her sudden haste to be as far from those staring, knowing eyes as possible, storming towards the door she quickly fished into her pocket pulling out a tenner and slamming it down on the counter not even pausing to get her change. However she only got a few steps out the door when Gavin roughly grasped her elbow, this time not waiting for her permission he leant down capturing her lips with his, kissing her ravenously.
Gasping for breath Meredith finally managed to push him away. "Stop we can't...."
"Why the hell not?" Gavin growled his hands moving to encircle her waist.
"Because this wasn't why I phoned!" Meredith blurted out causing Gavin to draw back as if burnt.
"Then what the hell else did you want?" He demanded.
"Did you read the Guardian this morning?" Meredith asked.
"No." Gavin replied puzzled as they turned and headed down the street walking awkwardly side by side.
Fishing into her bag Meredith drew out the offending article, forcing it into Gavin's hand. "Read John Raymont's article then let me know why you think I phoned!"
For a few moments Meredith watched Gavin's face as he read, noting as his expression turned from annoyance, to boredom and then suddenly to understanding. "Ahhh..." He muttered. "That bastard has quite a nerve."
"Well I think we had already established that, but the question still remains what the hell are we going to do about it? If this gets into the tabloids...Well you can just imagine..." Meredith trailed off running a hand distractedly through her long dark hair. "This could ruin me!"
"Leave it to me!" Gavin stated softly, fishing out his mobile and calling for his car. After a moment of talking to Danny he slid his phone back into his pocket and turned to gaze at Meredith once more. "So was that all you wanted?"
"Well..." Meredith began.
"Yes?" Gavin asked softly
"I suppose I'll see you around." She replied unable to meet his gaze and so missing the brief flash of disappointment in his eyes.
"I suppose so." Gavin replied glancing over as his shoulder as his Mercedes pulled into view. "Can I offer you a lift?"
"It's alright I only live round the corner." Meredith replied. "Hardly worth you going out of you way."
"No I suppose not!" Gavin replied coolly as he stepped off the curb to his waiting car.
Once seated in the relative sanctuary of the climate controlled interior, Gavin allowed himself to turn in his seat to gaze back as Meredith quickly strode into the distance, ignoring the somewhat amused glance that Danny sent him.
"Don't you worry boss there's plenty of girls like that about if you've got the taste for a bit of Irish..." Danny began but an ice cold glance from Gavin soon shut him up.
Pulling out into the busy traffic Gavin allowed himself one last glance back, and it was at that moment as he sat unable to do anything that he saw the mugger dive out of an alleyway seizing Meredith's bag and knocking her hard to the floor.
"Stop!" Gavin demanded and Danny automatically slammed on the brakes, the tyres screeching as the car came suddenly to a holt. Not waiting for it to stop completely Gavin threw open the door and jumped out into the street, dodging traffic he ran towards her, pushing through the small crowd that had gathered and throwing himself down onto the pavement beside her.
"Meredith.." He whispered. "Meredith can you hear me are you alright?" He added insistently, immediately noting the nasty looking cut on her forehead from where she had collided with the pavement.
Moaning slightly as she managed to sit up Meredith instinctively reached up to her throbbing head. "Well I'm not dead so I'll take that as a good sign!" She mumbled, wincing as she held a handkerchief to her cut. "Bastard, that was my favourite Louis Vuitton handbag, not to mention all my cards, keys and I can't even begin to imagine what else...Oh god no!" She exclaimed.
"What?" Gavin asked, as he helped her to her feet, wrapping his arm round her waist as he walked her over to his car.
"My filofax, it has all my contact names and numbers, I've spent years compiling that listing it's priceless, irreplaceable!" Meredith replied leaning against him and allowing him to help her into the car.
"That is replaceable you are not, we'll get it sorted but first things first we need to get that seen to." Gavin replied soothingly brushing her hair away from her face so he could get a better look at the gash. "I'll make some calls when we get to the hospital..."
"What's all this we business?" Meredith cut in, trying to be sarcastic but only pulling off pained and harassed.
Chuckling slightly and almost relieved that the blow to her head had obviously had little to no effect on her stubbornness Gavin sat back in his seat signalling to Danny to pull off before answering. "Face it Kiddo you're stuck with me, because despite all your bravado you need me, and who knows you might even get used to having me around?"
"Don't go holding your breath, I don't do relationships." Meredith countered coolly.
"Who said anything about a relationship, I just want to get you patched up so you won't bleed all over my upholstery!" Gavin replied smoothly.
"Don't try to be cute!" Meredith retorted moving to rub her sore bruised palms, but even so she couldn't completely suppress the smile that tugged at her lips.
Smiling Gavin reached out and took her hands between his, examining them closely for cuts before rubbing them gently. "So you think I'm cute, my my don't tell me we're finally making progress?"
Groaning Meredith reluctantly pulled her hands away. "Don't you ever stop?"
"Oh you know you love it really!" Gavin replied, chuckling slightly as Meredith became increasingly huffy. "Fine I won't say the love word again, not until you do that is!"
Snorting loudly Meredith automatically shook her head before suddenly hissing at the pain, raising a hand to her throbbing head. "Don't go holding your breath!"
"I can wait, I mean fate seems determined to keep throwing us together!" Gavin retorted seriously meeting her gaze and holding it for an intense moment before an uncomfortable silence descended and Meredith looked away, turning to stare out the window but even so she could still feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin.
A few hours later and a sleek black Mercedes drew up outside an exclusive Chelsea address, Gavin quickly got out, reaching out a hand to help Meredith out which she reluctantly accepted. A few minutes later and after Gavin had shown some impressive strength and skill at forcing open doors Meredith was finally able to walk into her own apartment and sink gratefully onto a sofa. Snapping his mobile shut Gavin was able to take in his surroundings properly, the apartment was cool yet bold like its owner, spacious so it gave the hint of expense and luxury without flaunting it openly, it suited the woman ensconced on the couch perfectly.
"Well that's the locksmith sorted, he should be here within the hour!" Gavin explained as he walked around the room admiring the selection of paintings that hung on her large neutral walls.
"Thanks." Meredith replied. "You know there really isn't any need for you to hang around, not that I haven't appreciated all your help it's just..."
"Just what? You're sick of the sight of me already?" Gavin jested.
Snorting Meredith once more reached for her throbbing head. "I told you not to make me laugh, it hurts when I laugh."
"My apologies." Gavin replied sincerely as he moved to sit beside her on the couch. "You know it's quiet nice your apartment, very you I might add!"
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Meredith retorted raising an eyebrow as if to punctuate her point.
"Cool and classy." Gavin replied. "You are so suspicious, why is that? I pay you a compliment and automatically you're looking for the catch."
"Force of habit." Meredith muttered. "Most people aren't nice unless they want something."
"So do you still want me to leave?" Gavin asked softly. "I mean the doctor did insist that you be supervised for 24hrs just in case there was a concussion that was the only reason they agreed to let you go as I recall!"
"Well I did plan on taking a bath..."
"What's stopping you?" Gavin insisted. "I mean I can deal with the locksmith and keep checking on you every few minutes to make sure you haven't drowned!"
"Checking on me? How exactly a convenient glance round the door?" Meredith asked teasingly.
"Well I was hoping to scrub your back..." Gavin began smiling saucily as he quickly closed the distance between them, leaning forward and brushing the hair away from her face before planting a swift tender kiss on her lips, then before she could exclaim her annoyance he pulled away smiling charmingly before heading towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Meredith asked.
"To draw your bath milady!" He called back as he strode up the stairs.
Half an hour later and Meredith sat happily ensconced in her bath sighing as she felt all the tenseness in her muscles slip away, she knew she should really be sorting out a million and one things but somehow it felt good to just let someone else deal with all that. At the back of her mind was a tiny niggling thought that perhaps she shouldn't be trusting Gavin so completely, normally she kept her men at arms length well except for the time between finishing dinner and leaving the next morning but despite all her previous experience and the strict guidelines she had set herself somehow Gavin seemed to slip by them.
Suddenly she felt a pair of strong hands on her moving across her shoulders and massaging the remaining knots out of them.
"And just what do you think you are doing?" Meredith asked teasingly.
"I thought you could do with a hand, now about scrubbing your back!" Gavin asked, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves before generously soaping up a nearby sponge. However just as he was about to start the doorbell sounded and cursing under his breath he turned and strode towards the door, calling back over his shoulder. "Don't go anywhere I'll be right back!"
Smiling to herself Meredith stretched in anticipation, if that night in the hotel was anything to go by she was going to need all her energy for later, however just as her thoughts were turning to a more pleasurable bent her peace and quiet was shattered by the shrill ring of a mobile. Turning around quickly it only took her a few seconds to realise it was Gavin's mobile. "Gavin." She called out, but when there was no answer she leant out her bath seizing his jacket and rummaging around till she found the mobile. Pulling it out she flicked it open but before she could speak the person on the end began to rant down the phone.
"About time Cochrane I've been trying to reach you all day, but for some reason you've been avoiding my calls and somehow I think I know why! You promised you'd help me get her and now I find out you've been boning the bitch..."
But Meredith didn't need to hear anymore, shaking with fury she snapped the phone shut cutting off Will Montague mid rant, getting out of her bath she grabbed a towel and wrapped it firmly round her, before once more opening the mobile and this time dialling 999. "Police please...I have uninvited guest I need removing, this is my address...."
