Sugar And Spice – Part 2
"'…Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin.' Mr Wolf was angry and determined he would get to the piggies, knowing he was much stronger. "So I'll huff…and I'll puff…and I'll blooow your house down."
Smithy stood in the doorway, grinning as he listened, the room just illuminated by the lamp in the corner.
"The poor piggy in the first house was so worried, he'd only built his house of straw…"
Rebecca yawned and turned a little so her head was resting against Charlie's hip, her eyes closed.
Charlie smiled and continued reading a little longer, before gently pushing herself up from the bed. She brushed Rebecca's hair from her eyes and tucked her in a little more, kissing her forehead. "Night baby…" she whispered, Smithy joining her. "How long have you been there?" she grinned.
"Long enough…" He winked and kissed her cheek, bending to say goodnight to Rebecca.
"Stalker." Charlie tutted, her gaze running down Smithy's back…
"Pervert." Smithy smirked in response without turning round.
"I hate it when you do that." Charlie scowled and sighed, wrapping her arm around his back as they left the room. "Good day?"
"Not really…" Smithy sighed and sank into the armchair after pouring himself a strong drink once downstairs. "Long day…"
Charlie pouted in anticipation, curling up on his lap, "What's wrong?"
Smithy explained about Rachel, "It's been on the news, haven't you heard?"
Charlie shook her head. "Between the housework, shopping, ferrying Rebecca about to and from nursery, Cbeebies, cooking…"
"Point taken." Smithy smirked and ran his hand through her hair. "I just kept thinking, 'what if it was Rebecca…'"
"Don't!" Charlie insisted, hiding her face in Smithy's chest.
Smithy sighed and kissed the top of her head, "She's safe." He smiled down at her. "I won't let anything happen to either of you."
Charlie smiled a little, "I can't imagine what her parents must be going through. If anything happened to Rebecca…I don't know what I'd do."
"Nothing will happen." Smithy insisted, kissing her forehead.
Mickey yawned and scratched the back of his head as he pushed the doors to CID open, attempting to balance his muffin and coffee, as well as his file. He smiled and nodded across at Jo, nudging the back of her chair with a cheeky grin as he managed to sit down.
"Oi!" Jo grinned and turned in her seat. "You look like I feel."
"Thanks." Mickey snorted. "I'm not that-"
"Choose your words carefully, Webb." Jo grinned and scooted across the room on her chair, reaching for the file.
Mickey chuckled and glanced up. "Anything I should know about?" he asked.
Jo shook her head. "No good news." She sighed softly. "Poor kid, Hannah's convinced it's her fault, but doesn't know how to communicate in anything other than anger, she's sure everyone's blaming her just because she is."
"Must be hard for her…" Mickey sighed and nodded. "And the parents, having to try and cope too…"
"Suzie's slowly gaining her trust though-." Jo was interrupted by the door opening and Jack appearing. "Guv?"
"Possible sighting." Jack pursed his lips. "Malfort Street."
Mickey jumped up with Jo, heading towards the door, the other CID officers joining them.
"Nothing." Mickey frowned, scratching his chin. "Anything your end?"
Jo sighed and watched as June sent away the driver their group had been questioning. "Nothing, Mickey." She sighed.
"All units from DCI Meadows, rendezvous at the carpark on Mettle Lane in five minutes."
Jo relayed the message to June and headed back to the car they'd arrived in, the various groups each making their way to the meeting point.