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Sleepless
Spikings stared at the A4 paper on his desk and cursed. He had known the divorce papers were coming but he hadn't expected to be so angry about it. Shaking his head he picked up the folder next to it and began to read statements Dave and Chas had taken the previous day. It was going to be a long night, but he was determined his team would face down anyone who wanted to say SI10 were gunho cowboys. It was just going to be easier said than done.
"Bloody woman." He growled, relieved that none of his team were there to hear him.
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Dempsey cleaned his teeth and tried to avoid his own gaze in the mirror. Harry had been right. He was exhausted. He had found her in the back of a blue 1979 ford transit van a little over a month ago. In that time she had taken annual leave, almost had a nervous breakdown and nearly left the force. He had realised what Chas had long since thought and now he realised he hadn't slept a night through since that fateful night.
"Harry." He shook his head. "Why do you always have to be right?" He threw his toothbrush back in the jug at the side of the sink and headed back to the bedroom, knowing he was going to miss her but he needed to sleep.
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"No."
The darkness engulfed the van as another wave of nausea washed over her. She was terrified. The gun pointed straight at her head as she watched the mad man smile at her. She narrowed her eyes, determined not to beg for her life. Above all else she as a police officer and she would not beg a common criminal. Suddenly the lights changed. Dempsey was there, one hand out as if to pull her from the van. Seconds later the gun fired, pushing him back as she screamed. Her lungs burning with the smell of gunpowder and sweat as Dempsey's lifeless body fell to the tarmac below.
"James." She was breathing heavily as her eyes snapped open. "Oh God. James." Suddenly she was on her feet, looking for her training shoes and car keys as she went. It was a dream. She knew in the rational part of her mind Dempsey was at home, in bed, sleeping. The irrational part of her mind had to see him. Had to know he was alive and well, not dead on a cold night laying in his own blood as she screamed. Moments later she was starting the engine of her car, hoping she was doing the right thing and her partner wouldn't think she was going insane or turning into a pitiful, needy woman who couldn't cope without a man in her bed.
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"Jimmy. What the?" The darkness changed as he saw the body of his old friend fall in front of him. Coltrane's men laughed as he pulled his own gun. His friend was dead but he was damned if he was going to let this man get away with it. He swung the gun to his left, trying to focus on his target. Suddenly a blue van was in his line of fire, parked and apparently abandoned in the cold night air.
"Harry?" He knew he was running, always running. There wasn't enough time. He sprinted across the tarmac, across the small patch of grass until he reached the position of the van. Only the van was further away, unable to reach it in time he yelled hs partner's name. Jimmy was already dead, he couldn't fail her too. "HARRY!" He pulled his gun, fired at the lock on the back of the van door. "HARRY!" He fell silent, knowing it wasn't only the shot from his gun that had pierced the air. Seconds later the van door opened to let her dead body fall back. A bullet hole in her forehead. Dempsey shook his head, unaware that Chas dragged the killer away. Only she mattered. Only her. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
"No. Not you. Not like this." He brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her face as her eyes stared up at him. He knew she was gone. This was an empty shell, not the woman he had fallen for. He sobbed as he held her, not caring who saw.
His eyes snapped open. Breathing heavily he swore, unable to shake the image his subconscious had created. Part of him wanted to get dressed and go over to Harry's place. Just to see she was ok. Just to prove it to himself that she was sleeping peacefully in her own bed. "Harry."
"Yeah?" His eyes snapped to his right. She was stood in the doorway, tears filling her eyes. "Spare key." She explained as he swallowed hard.
"You ok?"
"Yeah." She paused. "You?"
"Me? I'm great." He sat up, swinging his bare legs out of bed. Harry kept her eyes on the floor. "You?"
"I heard you cry out." Harry changed the subject.
"From your place? I knew you had good hearing but." He smiled as she rolled her eyes.
"I wanted to check."
"That I'm alive? I was about to call you but I didn't want to wake you." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she blinked back tears.
"I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for, Princess."
"You lost one partner. No one thought how this would affect you." She raised her eyes to his.
"Harry." He ran his thumb over her lips, silencing her. "As long as you are ok. That's all that matters to me." She smiled slightly, raising herself on tiptoes to kiss him gently on the lips. He smiled slightly before pulling away.
"James." He kissed her again, surprised at her use of his first name. "Can I stay?"
"Princess, I thought you'd never ask." He felt his heart rate speed up as she took his hand and led him back to bed.
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A/N More soon. And yep this stays as a T rated so I'll let you think about what may have happened between this chapter and the next x