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Chapter Three
"You ready Inspector Smith?" Smithy glanced from Jack to Neil as Jack spoke to him. "Yes Gov.. Im all set" he smiled. Neil nodded "Transport is waiting outside for you... Mickey is on shift at the prison, they have a cell ready and waiting for you" Smithy nodded "Am I sharing?" he asked, the thought of sharing really didnt appeal to him, he was used to living on his own he would hate to be stuck in such a small room with someone again, especially someone who had broke the law. "No... that is why your crime was murder Smithy... Lifers automatically get there own cells" Smithy nodded, he already knew that. Callum appeared at his side "They are waiting Smithy" he smiled, pulling his cuffs from his belt. Smithy nodded, shaking Jack and Neils hands before holding them out for Callum to cuff him. "Good luck Smithy" Jack smiled. Smithy made his way out of custody, not knowing when he would see his friends and colleagues again, arriving at the van Callum watched as he climbed inside, passing Smithys bag of belongings to the esscorting officer. He settled into the van and sighed "Look after yourself Stone" he gestured to the station "And them". Callum siled "And you Gov" the van started up and Callum slammed the door shut,
this was it he was on his way.
Climbing from the van Smithy glanced up at his new home, he sighed as the prisoner officers made there way down to collect him, he was disapointed not to see Mickey but smiled between the two men. "Move" one of them barked at him, before pushing him towards the door. Smithy turned to him "Who do you think you're shoving" he smirked. The prisoner officer moved into his face, he noticed his name Officer Renolds, "Scum" he barked back at him. Smithy laughed "What ever you say mate". Once inside Smithy was made to sit with two other men, an older man who was called first before being led away and then a young man, he was only a teenager, he looked petrified. Smithy smiled "Your be fine". The young lad smiled weakly before glancing back to the ground. "Jimmy Smith" he paused "Smithy" he introduced himself. "Tom Simpson" the boy smiled. "Tom... what you in for?" he asked. The boy glanced at Smithy "I stabbed my dad..." Smithy smirked "Wasnt expecting that... you dont look the type" he glared back to where the prison officers stood. "He was beating my mum up... I just wanted to stop him". Smithy smiled "Did he die?" Tom shook his head "No... I got done for attempted murder". Smithy nodded "Im in for murder... killed my birds ex". Tom smiled "Its my first time". Smithy nodded "Yeah I can tell... I been in and out since a teenager... it gets easier mate". Smithy wished he believed the words but it sounded like the right sort of thing to say. "Right Jimmy Smith" officer Renolds called and Smithy raised to his feet walking to the desk. "You got anything you shouldnt have on you?" Smithy shook his head "No... you gunna take these off" he gestured to the handcuffs. Renolds laughed "Yeah... when I feel like it, unless you want to be on report before you even get to your cell I suggest you shut it..." Smithy laughed "I havent said nothing" he replied as the man continued to search his bag.
Renolds pushed him into a small cell, Smithy glanced at the room, a small bed pushed in the left corner. A toilet and sink behind the door on the right and a desk and chair in far right corner, the walls stained a dull grey with a small notice board attached to the wall above the bed. "Its like a palace" Smithy smiled. Renolds laughed "Rather you than me, assosiation is in an hour" he barked before pushing the door shut. "What about the cuffs" Smithy shouted. He knew he could hear him, he could hear him laughing as he walked away. Smithy moved and sat onto the bed, glancing between the four walls, he couldnt wait to see Stevie, it was the thought of her that had kept him going, he didnt know how else he was going to survive in here it really was like being in hell. The door swung open and Smithy laughed at Mickey as he stood in the doorway in his uniform, he had never seen him looking so smart in the ten years he had known him. "Suits you" he grinned. Mickey moved in, pushing the door close to shut. "You alright Smithy?" He asked. "Yeah but take these off" he held his wrists out. Mickey pulled his large bunch of keys from his belt and undid the hand cuffs. "You should of had these off hours ago" Mickey smiled. Smithy nodded "Yeah.. Renolds dont like me" he glanced to the ground. "Just try and stay on the right side of him, you dont want to make trouble". Smithy nodded "Yeah... I will". Mickey smiled "I gotta go... I'll be back to let you out in an hour... unpack your things" Smithy glanced to his small bag of his clothes and nodded.
When the door swung open Smithy rose to his feet and walked towards Mickey "Right" he began his voice low, barley above a whispear. "Jack said keep your head down tonight... try and work out who fits into things.. and who is running the wing". He nodded "Alright". Smithy glanced around the large room full of men, he could feel them trying to work him out. He caught Renolds glare, he thought the prisoners were ment to be the problem, yet it seemed to be the prison officer who had a problem with him, he was talking to a tall man, a convict, he was twice the size of Smithy with a shaved head, Smithy couldnt help but think he was trouble, no doubt the wings muscle. He moved around the many tables of men, he was looking for Rob Stanford but he couldnt see him anywhere and decided to make the most of his time away from his cell. He moved over to the TV and glanced at the screen, before sitting down next to Tom, he smiled to the young lad, he still looked just as frightened "You ok?" Smithy asked. Tom simply nodded, gesturing to another young lad just accross from them "He is my cell mate.. he said he would look after me". Smithy glanced at the man before returning his eyes to Tom "You're lucky at least you got someone to talk to.. it will help to have a friend". Feeling a hand clasp his shoulder "Smith, get up" Renolds barked. "Come with me.." Smithy glared up at him "Where?". Renolds didnt answer, he just made his way towards Smithys cell, Smithy rose to his feat and followed the man. He gestured inside at the toilet rolls thrown over the floor, making a white sheet over the normally dull blue floor. Smithy shook his head "I didnt do that". Renolds smirked "Well you can tidy it up". Smithy moved inside and began to clear the mess. He had just finished picking up the last of the toilet roll when he felt a hand round the back of his neck, pushing his face down to the floor. He felt pain shot down his face as he caught the corner of his eyebrow on the metal bed frame. "I hear you have a big mouth..." the man barked. Smithy just caught a glimpse of the man as he pushed his face hard down onto the concrete below them, the man renolds was talking to earlier. He dug his knee into Smithys back, pushing down hard so pain shot up and down his spine he pulled one of Smithys arms round onto his back and pushed him down harder "I think you should watch your back mate" he spat before standing up. He smirked at Smithy as he sat up. This was gunna be harder than he ever imagined. Smithy began dabbing at the blood pouring from his head as the door swung open once again, he stood up but seeing Mickey appear in the door way he relaxed and sat down onto the bed. Mickey moved over to him "What the hell happened to you?" Smithy shook his head "Nothing" Mickey smiled "If your being bullied already, Jack will pull you out". Smithy shook his head "No it was an accident". Mickey nodded "Ok... just take it easy... try and stay out the way of any more accidents". Smithy nodded, Mickey knew the truth and Smithy was well aware of that but he was happy for him to cover for him. "My shift finishes in an hour... then Stevie will be here, I might not see you again tonight" Smithy nodded "See you tomorrow".
Smithy layed on his bed, he had been locked in again what felt like hours ago, infact it was only an hour and a half ago but that was already long enough with no company, it was only nine thirty and he was bored, time really did drag in this place. He dabbed at the cut on his head. It had stopped bleeding a while back but it still hurt. Hearing the lock turn Smithy sat up in the bed. He grinned as Stevie entered the tiny cell, the white blowse and knee length skirt was far from anything he had ever seen her in before, he ran his eyes up and down her body, she looked like a strict school teacher, one he definatly wouldnt mind being in detention with. "Hey" she grinned, noticing the cut on his head she walked over and placed her hand to it. "What happened to you?" Smithy smiled placing his hand on top of hers "Its fine". Stevie shook her head "That is not what I asked Smithy". Smithy smiled "I walked into a door". Stevie nodded "What was this doors name?" He chuckled. "If your being bullied Smithy, you need to tell me?" Smithy shook his head "Im not". She sat down on the bed infront of him, "Smithy..." He shook his head "No... just drop it Stevie". She glanced to the ground, pulling her hand from his face. He smiled lifting her chin so there eyes met. "Stevie... I wont gain no respect in here if I grass, you have to stay proffesional and let me do my job... Im fine". Stevie nodded, she knew he was right. "Ok Smith" she grinned "I have come to introduce myself as your personal officer". He chuckled pulling her tight into his arms "Just what I need eh? you being the boss of me". She chuckled running her hand up and down his back before pulling away. "I need to get back..." she smiled. Smithy glanced to the ground and nodded, the thought of her leaving him was more depressing than the thought of where he actually was. She moved to the door before reaching into her pocket "Oh before I forget" she pulled a small Ipod out chucking it to Smithy. "Dont lose it I want it back and you wouldnt believe the lengths I went to too get that in here for you". Smithy grinned "Cheers Moss" as the door swung shut.
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