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Chapter Fourteen
The case didnt really move foward and Terry and Max were stumped. They were just returning Rob to his cell in custody after a very unsucessful 'No comment' interview about not only his drugs but if anyone had a grudge against Tom, when Smithy stomped down the corridor, he grabbed Rob forcing him against the wall "I know you were behind it... he was just a kid". Rob laughed "I dont know what you are talking about Inspector Smith". Smithy raised his fist before feeling Terry pull him away "He is not worth it". Rob smirked "I hear he spent hours bleeding on that floor.. must of been lonely, shame you wernt there as well eh, I'd rather be being interviewed about a dead copper". Smithy lunged for him but Terry grabbed him, pulling him back. Max pushed Rob back towards the cells "Come on... move". Smithy walked back down towards his office "Smithy..." Terry came up behind him "Are you ok Gov?". Smithy shook his head "not really... no". Terry nodded "Why dont you talk to Meadows.. take a bit of time off". Smithy smiled slightly "No.. I just need a drink" he glanced at his watch, four thirty, "Im gunna knock of early, go down the pub". Terry nodded "I will be down later.. I'll buy you a drink".
Stevie spent the day running Smithys words round her head, if she had done more maybe Tom would still of been alive, she did feel guilty but she didnt see herself as responsible and she was sure if she gave Smithy some time he would realise it too. "You coming to the pub Serge?" Terry smiled as him and Mickey pulled there coats on. "No I think I'll give it a miss tonight, thanks". The two men both smiled before making there way through the door. Stevie stood from her seat glancing round the empty room she made her way over to the coat rack and pulled her coat off. It was christmas in a few days and she had been so excited at having someone to share it with and now she didnt know if Smithy would even be talking to her by the time Christmas day arrived.
Stevie arrived home and sunk down onto the sofa, she wanted to be with Smithy, to comfort him and tell him she was there for him no matter what. She pulled her phone out and began typing a text, she had to explain her feelings. Smithy was sitting in the pub when the message flashed up on his phone.
From Moss Mob Recieved:19.32 22/12/2011 I love you Smithy. please let me help you xxxx
He pushed his phone back in his pocket and began drinking his third beer, he rose from his seat making his way to the bar, he smiled at the bar man "Can I have a large whiskey please". The man placed the drink onto the bar taking Smithys money, before giving his change back to him. Smithy lifted the drink and downed the contents before replacing the glass back to the bar.
Returning to his seat he slumped down before drinking some more of his beer.
Smithy had been in the pub a while when Mickey and Terry arrived. He was sitting alone, with two empty beer glasses and one he was half way through. The two men made there way over. "You alright Smithy?" Mickey asked leaning onto the table. Smithy glared up at him before taking another sip of his drink. "Listen... I know you have taken Toms death hard mate.. but drink isnt the answer". Smithy glanced up again "No? well its making me feel better". Terry smiled "Why dont we take you home or to Stevies". Smithy shook his head "Just leave me alone". Mickey smiled "We want to help". Smithy glared up at the two "Oh you want to help me..." he paused looking back down to his beer "Then leave me the fuck alone". As the night dragged on Smithy began to make a fool of himself, Terry and Mickey watched as he argued with the barman who was refusing him service before slumping down onto a bar stool. He began chatting to two women. Seeing this Mickey stood from his seat and marched over to him, Terry close behind. "What are you doing Smithy?" he began. "Just fuck off Webb this has nothing to do with you" he span back round to the ladies. "He has a girlfriend... you told them that?" Mickey stated. Smithy glared at him as the two women stood up and left. "What the fuck is your problem?" Smithy shouted sliding from the bar stool. Mickey glared at him "Stevie is... and the fact you and her are ment to be in love". Smithy shook his head "Well not anymore". Terry pulled on Mickeys arm "Leave him he is drunk". Smithy moved close to the two men "I am here, dont talk about me like I am not" he shouted as the two men backed away. The bar men lent accross the bar "I want you out... or I am calling the police". Smithy glared at him "I juat want a fucking drink" he turned to Terry "You were gunna buy me one, wernt you?" Terry shook his head "I dont think that is a good idea, I think you have had enough". Smithy glared at him before turning to the bar man "Well I dont, I will have a large whiskey and he is paying" he pointed to Terry who was still stood just behind him with Mickey. The bar man shook his head "No chance" he sighed, reaching for the phone . Terry stepped foward "No.. he will go... Smithy if you want to spend the night in a cell I'll take you in myself without nicking you, otherwise go home and get some sleep". Smithy glared at the two men before making his way to the door. Terry turned to Mickey "Shall I ring Stevie?" Mickey shook his head "No, she will just worry... he just needs to sober up then he'll be fine".
Stevie glanced at her watch as the door bell rang, ten thirty, a bit late for visitors. She rose to her feet and made her way to the door, sliding her chain on she pulled the door open peering through the tiny gap, seeing the man the other side she pushed the door too before sliding the chain off and opening the door for him to walk through. She smiled "Are you ok?" he nodded "Yeah I am fine... can we.." he gestured futher into her flat. She nodded leading the way through to the kitchen. "Do you want a coffee?" she smiled. Smithy nodded moving close to her he pushed his lips down onto hers. She returned his kiss, pleased to be back in his arms. He pulled on her hand leading the way to her bedroom, once inside he began stripping her clothes off before the two slid down onto the bed. A while later Smithy grabbed his clothes from the floor begining to get dressed. Stevie sat up in the bed, pulling the covers tight to her, concealling her body. "Where are you going Smithy... come back to bed?". Smithy shook his head "No". Stevie smiled "Where are you going?" he glared at her "Home.. I have had what I came for". Stevie shook her head "I dont understand.. I thought we..." He interupted "Im only hear cause Mickey fucked up my chance with a bird down the pub..." tears began to roll down her cheeks. "And you didnt exactly make it difficult". Stevie shook her head "Why are you treating me like this?". He grunted as she lent foward placing her hand to his shoulder as he tied his trainers. "I love you Smithy... please". He smiled "You were easy... thats the only reason I am here". Stevie shook her head "I know you dont mean that". He smirked rising to his feet "I do... sex thats all I wanted from you Stevie and you offered it on a plate... I was at least expecting to have to try a little bit". Stevie shook her head "Smithy please dont do this... I thought we had something special" Smithy glared back at her "Yeah we did but then I realised what a selfish little cow you are" Stevie shook her head "No... I care about you". He smirked "Just not a kid who needed your help". Stevie watched as he made his way to the bedroom door and walked through it not even glancing back at her for a second. She couldnt understand why Smithy actually blamed her for Toms death, she knew what had happened was tragic but there was nothing she could of done to prevent it.
She heard the front door bang behind him as the floods of tears streamed down her face. She couldnt believe how nasty Smithy had been to her. He loved her, she was sure of it, so how could he treat her so badly. She spent the night trying unsuccsesfully to sleep. At five she rose from the bed pulling herself into the bathroom, she glanced at her blootchy eyes before draging herself into the shower, to prepare for the working day ahead, she had to face Smithy which that alone she was dreading and that was without the fact he may of told everyone in the station his true opinion of her, that she was easy and he had got what he wanted and humiliated her.
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