Disclaimer: I still don't own The Bill. Or the characters. If I did, it wouldn't be getting axed...
A/U: Okay, this is gonna take some explaining... this chapter happens at the end of the story, so it's in the near future. But not at the very end, there's probably a few chapters after this one in the end. Also this part is rather short...
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Mickey jammed his keys into the ignition, cursing under his breath when the car failed to start. He looked up to see the rain pellets thundering down against the screen, the sound of it echoing throughout the empty car. He turned the key again, groaning when it refused to work again.
'Damn it... why won't you work!' he cried out as he physically attacked the steering wheel with his fists. 'This has gotta be a joke... seriously.' Mickey tapped his fingers against the door, the monotone drumming sinking in around him.
He didn't have time for this, he had to be somewhere, he had to be with someone, to save them. That somewhere was certainty not in his car, waiting impatiently for it to start up, and that someone wasn't himself and the emptiness lurking around him.
Mickey reached out for the key again, turning it slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief when the engine of his car was brought to life. Finally, he was getting somewhere. Reversing out onto the abandoned roads, he zoomed down the streets, his tires screeching around every corner.
He had one destination in mind, just the one. And he had to get there fast, before it was too late. The repeating sound of the rain was just testing his anger, testing him to see how many more turns down empty roads and traffic lights halting his path he could take before he lost it. Besides, he had to take his anger out eventually, on something, someone. Specifically him.
Mickey's fists clenched harder around the rim of the steering wheel at the thought of him. Bastard... He stopped at yet another traffic light, and rested his head in his hand as he peered out of the window.
'Two minutes away and stuck at another bloody traffic light...' he muttered under his breath, a cloud of mist forming in front of him due to the coldness. He wondered if he'd even found her, reached her from the darkness. Well, 'e found 'er once before, so who's to say he ain't gonna find her now? ... Shut it brain, you ain't helping the nerves.
An orange light caught Mickey's attention out of the corner of his eye, followed by a green one. He sped down the street, screeching to a halt outside the house he wanted, and jumping out of his car. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for what might greet him beyond the door in front of him. The lights were off, and there was no show of any form of human life through the windows.
All I can do now is hope... hope that I can get there in time and save her... that's all that matters now. Stevie.
