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There's no place you can go, nowhere you can hide

Craig pushed the trolley forward as he obediently followed John Paul to vegetable section, all way pretending he really enjoying the shopping. Luckily his boyfriend seemed to not notice him and facilitating his job, busy searching for tomatoes, and from time to time honor him with a glance and warm smile as he shows him some assortment.

'What kind of vegetables you're eating?' John Paul asked him as they passed by another shelf.

'I'm only eating French fries, sausages, apples, hamburgers and everything I can put into microwave and eat after five minutes.' He replied and glanced toward the shelf with flakes. 'What would you say about chocolate flakes?'

'You know you're not going to live long if you keep eating this garbage?' He gave him knowingly look above the pack of peaches or something like that. Craig wasn't sure what was it. 'It looks like I need to take care about you.'

'Well, it sounds promising.' He said in a low voice and winked at him.

'You can forget about it, if you don't change your eating habits.' He warned him with a sly smile and gave him a sign they can move on.

'And it was you who kept telling I'm a bastard?' He snorted, rolling his eyes.

'Look around and tell me what you want to eat, before we go to cashiers.' Craig stick out his tongue toward him and playfully nudged him on the ribs, making him giggle. 'Craig, people are watching us.' He said quietly, feeling embarrassed as everyone fixed their eyes on them.

'I don't care what they're gonna think.' He said firmly. 'We're not doing anything to feel ashamed.'

'I know.' He whispered back but moved away from Craig, who only sighed irate and pushed the trolley on the side.

'I'm going for something. Wait for me here.'

'Okay.' He smiled slightly as his skinny body disappeared behind some shelf and he picked up some sauce only to get rid of pair suspicious eyes, belonging to some granny who watched him intently hidden behind the stack of cans with beans, thinking she's invisible there. He ignored her and turned in the corner. Someone screamed as he bumped into some woman who almost fall down on the floor.

'I'm so sorry, you're…' He dropped his hand down and frowned. 'Mum?'

'Oh, John Paul!' She squealed and smiled widely as her son with disbelieving looking around Carmel's and small Christian's faces. 'What a nice surprise.'

'What are you doing, here?' He asked in harsh whisper, couldn't believe in what's he see.

'Shopping.' She replied with innocent smile as she pointed at trolley pushing by Carmel. 'Christian wants to eat some funny flakes, looking like dinosaurs.'

'You think I'm stupid?' He raised his eyebrow. 'You have enough shops in neighborhood. You don't have to coming there.' He noted drily.

'We need to do bigger shopping than usual.' She fired back, seemed to has answers for everything.

'You have market two street away from home.' He gave her knowingly look, baffling her for moment.

'But we don't have dermatologist!' Carmel exclaimed happily, like she just win on the lottery, and grabbed her son for arms to push him toward her brother. 'Christian has awful rash on his neck. You see that?' John Paul pulled back.

'It's not a rash, mum.' Christian said firmly, giving her funny look. 'It's a strawberry juice from granny.'

'You're not a doctor, love.' Myra chuckled slightly under John Paul's heavy glare, didn't let her fool himself. 'Is it so bad to check how my son is copying in big town?' She decided to came into offensive.

'You can just phone, not stalking us.' He snapped. 'I even don't want to know how you find us.'

'But Christian. Dermatologist.' Carmel squalled behind Myra's back.

'Yea, sure.' John Paul rolled his eyes.

'I didn't see you for ages.' Myra continued as she sent Christian for yogurts and milk.

'I spent almost two weeks with you after I left hospital.' He recalled her with a deep sigh. 'And I just moved in to Craig two days ago. It's not like we didn't see each other from a long time.'

'Most of the time you spent with Niall.' She said reproachfully.

'Cause we had business to talk about, right?' He gave her knowingly look. 'It's not like you already don't know about it.'

'But I don't know.' Carmel said confused. 'What kind of business you can have with Niall?' She frowned.

'The one you shouldn't know about.' He replied drily and winked to Christian who was standing on tiptoes and putting products to trolley.

'Don't snap ant your sister, she did nothing to you.'

'For now.' He mumbled in the same time as he felt someone's presence behind his back. He turned around and almost died on the spot as he saw Craig grinning cheekily to him in hand waggling some pack.

'Look, mummy! Uncle Craig bought chew gums! I want them too.'

'Well, it looks like you're getting to know each other a little closer.' Myra stated with a giggle as John Paul red like beetroot snapped to Craig to put down the preservatives to trolley.

'You can say that.' Craig replied, embarrassed. 'You want something else from the shop, John Paul?'

'No I think we have enough as for one day.' He replied with fake smile, just couldn't wait as they get out from the shop and he can strangle him with own hands.

'I want the gum!' Christian whined and ran at Craig with a yogurt in hand.

'You can't eat this gum, sweetie. It's for adults.' Carmel called after him, this time catching everyone's attention.

'Thanks, Carm.' John Paul snapped at her and took the trolley in his hands as little Christian bumped into Craig and yogurt in his hand didn't manage to get out from collision in one piece. His boyfriend yelled and jumped back with horror staring at his green shirt covered with pink, greasy consistency.

'Love, what you did?' Myra growled and took back the yogurt from his stinky hands. 'You're all dirty.'

'I can't show in the work like that!' Craig yelled irate, couldn't believe in his luck.

'You have enough shirts in home to change.' John Paul recalled him calmly.

'But don't have time!' He patted his wristwatch few times to emphasize his words.

'Then go now. Me and mum will take care about everything, don't worry.'

'Are you sure?' He asked calmer, not quite sure if should leave him alone with Myra and Carmel. He didn't look happy around them.

'Yes.' He smiled shortly. 'Go. I'll wait for you in the parking.'

'Thanks, hun.' He mumbled and kissed him shortly on the cheek as he hurried down the corridor toward the door.

'Aw…wasn't it sweet?' Myra asked, but John Paul only sent her cold look and moved his trolley toward cashiers, when Carmel was dragging her son toward toilets.

'Sir, would you help me?' Darren glanced above his arm at young woman standing next to the stairs, trying to pick up the stroller with a small baby in it. 'The elevator doesn't work.'

'Sure.' He let the leash fall down on the ground and grabbed the back of the stroller with a small wince of pain as the old wound in his shoulder recalled him to not overload himself. 'What floor?'

'First.' She smiled softly. 'Thank you.'

'No problem.' He smiled back and glanced at the baby hidden in the stroller. He or she was smiling widely to him, blue eyes with curios watching him as small hands from time to time curl into fists.

'I didn't know you have a dog.' The woman said.

'We have him from few days.' He replied evasively and with forefinger touched gently baby's small fist as he put the stroller down. Something softened in him as he imagine himself for few months with the same small baby in arms. His little child.

'He has sad eyes.' She noted as she looked at big dog, crowding nervously around the stairs. 'Is he ill?'

'No, I think he's just missing his old friend.' He replied with a short smile and massaged his shoulder as he turned back in memories. To Spike. It seemed like everything start hurting him and he just wanted to run away and forget, although he knew it was impossible.

'And people said animals are too stupid to have feelings.' She shook her head. 'Thank you once more for your help. And be careful outside. It's very slippery.'

'Thanks.' He nodded and gently touched baby's face, in return getting heart-melting smile. 'Nice kid.' He added and ran down the stairs before woman could answer. He picked up the leash and urged dog to get out from the building how quickly they could. He wore the hood from his jumper over the head and few times jumped in place to warm himself up and get used to frosty weather as he didn't wear any jacket today.

'Don't worry winter is going to end soon and everything's will be fine.' He assured the dog with a small smile and stroked his big head. 'What would you say for a little jogging? You gathered few pounds during the last month.' The dog barked at him, sounding hurt. 'No offence. I didn't look better.' He chuckled and urged the dog again, but this time to run with him down the street.

Bridget parked her car on the sidewalk and removed the keys from ignition switch. She grabbed her handbag from the back seat and with a triumphal smile removed her badge from it. She was ready to get out when small grunt from her right, recalled her she wasn't in the car alone.

'I'm sorry, love. I just need to see something and I'll be back for five minutes.' She said with a soft smile and stroked his hair.

'What about school?' The boy asked with petulant face, glancing at her unfriendly from too large green cap, almost falling on his eyes and nose. 'I have match, today.'

'Don't worry, love. We're not going to be late.' She promised. 'I just take a look at something and I'll be back.'

'Why I can't go with you mummy?'

'Because it's very freezing outside and Charlie doesn't like kids.' She replied with another smile. 'So be good boy and like mummy said, stay in car.'

'Okay. But be back soon.'

'I will.' She closed the door behind herself and quickly marched toward some building in the centre of main street, which entrance was wrapped with yellow tape. 'What's happened?' She asked as she noticed Charlie standing in doors.

'Three victims. Emigres from Asia. Daarun and Farha Behari.' He replied and leaded her inside the building. 'They were leading a pub with Asian grub.'

'How long they're lying here?' She asked and looked around the small, tidy pub with few tables. She walked over the long counter and screwed her nose as unpleasant smell hit her nostrils and she saw two people lying in the puddle of blood on the white tiles, on their stomaches.

'About two days. We got a call from butcher from the next building. Hhe didn't see them for two days so concerned tried to open the door, everything was closed.'

'Okay…what about third victim?' She asked as she didn't notice anymore body behind the counter and in the small kitchen on the back.

'Upstairs. Their five years old son, shot in own bed.'

'Jesus.' She whispered and for moment closed her eyes. 'Did you find something else? Neighbors know who could do something like that?'

'We only found an inscription in the west wall in the kitchen. The killer probably used his victim's blood as ink.' Charlie mumbled and leaded her forward. Bridget glanced at bloody inscription above the oven.

'What language is that?' As she looked closer over word; предатель.

'Don't know yet.' He shrugged.

'Arabic? Or maybe it's some code? It looks strange.'

'We already took the picture and sent it to professionals.' He said and glanced at her. 'You want to go upstairs?'

'No, I'm only here for moment. You phoned to me when I was picking up Tony to school and now he is waiting for me in the car.' She replied and hid the badge. 'He has big day. Has match.' She informed him proudly.

'I hope the match isn't outside. Otherwise he ends with broken leg.' Charlie grinned.

'Yea, thanks, Charlie.' She rolled her eyes. 'I'll be back for half hour. Call others to take care about it.'

'Craig is on his way.' He called after, but she was already outside, running toward the car.

'I'm seeing you managed to change your shirt, then?' He smirked from his seat as Craig walked around the car in clean blue shirt and took up the driver's seat.

'Yea. I hope there won't be any traces of yogurt after washing.' He lit up the engineer.

'You already wash it?' He raised his eyebrow with disbelieving.

'Well, I don't want it to land in the trash, do I?'

'Yea...Anyway, I have something for you.' He removed from the pocket increased flyer and after smoothing it, handed it to his boyfriend. 'It's from Niall.'

'I know what is it, but what I have to do with that?' He asked puzzled as he glanced at the first page and familiar white building caught his eyes.

'On the bottom he wrote a phone number for you. To clinic. You can phone to therapist Ruth Ferrer and ask for visit.' He said quietly. 'Niall said it won't do any harm if you phone and you meet.'

'I'm not ready.' He shook his head and tried to open the clipboard to push flyer to it.

'I know, but I think you both need to talk. About what happened.' He said softly and gently stroked his hand. 'If it won't harm anyone, why wouldn't you risk?'

'I think about it, but not now.' He sighed deeply and kissed him softly, before the clipboard finally opened and few documents flew out from it, straight into his laps. 'Shit! What the hell is that?' He picked up some badge and ID card. 'What Spike's things doing in my clipboard?' He asked sharply, eyeing him up unfriendly.

'You didn't want them to fall into Darren's hands.' He recalled him with soft smile, didn't afraid of his look even a little. 'It looks like past is still chasing you Craig. It would stop if you ring to clinic.'

'Can you just hide it somewhere else? Besides I really don't know why we're keeping his things.' He snapped irate and packed everything to clipboard before he closed it with a slam.

'Because you wanted to keep them.' He prompted softly. 'Good thing Loony finds a temporary local, otherwise he'll stay with us.'

'Chubby wouldn't survive that.' He stated with a slight smile. 'You think I did good taking Spike's documents?' He glanced at him unsurely.

'Yes. It's better than let them cover with a dust in Archive or let Darren gets them. He could do something stupid.'

'Like what? He doesn't know where…'

'I know he doesn't but for how long? He has his sources, Craig. It's only matter of time.' He gave him long look.

'For now everything is under control, right?'

'You still have nightmares?' John Paul asked him in serious tone.

'Sometimes.' He replied evasively and departed them from the building. 'You almost died, it's normal thing I have nightmares and seeing this freak face. Can we change the subject, please?'

'We've got new case.' John Paul smiled slightly, deciding to not push him more today, knowing it's his first case since he get a promotion for superintendent. 'Big day for you.'

'I think so. Three victims.' He mumbled and laid his right hand on his, letting their fingers entangled. 'And Charlie already has problems on the place.' He added unhappy.

'What problems?'

'Don't know yet. But knowing him, it's probably nothing big.' He sighed. 'Good think Fred is coming out from hospital this week. We need people to work.'

'It was your decision to give Darren few days off.' John Paul recalled him. 'And if you thought it helped him to make up with Hannah, you were wrong. They're not gonna to go for some trip, as you suggested.'

'Okay, maybe it wasn't good idea, but it's not only about Darren's absence. I have more duties now and can't focus on the case as always so you need someone on my place also. And there's one free place to take. In the end Spike isn't…' He nervously patted the steering wheel.

'Like I said the past is chasing you Craig.' He reminded with a sly smile. 'You once ran from the questions. And we both know how it ended. It bothers you for years, and now you're again in the same situations…Better sort it out.'

'Yea, thanks for advice.' He snapped and took his hand back making his boyfriend chuckle. 'There's nothing funny in it. Focus on the road, will ya?'

'I'm not driving.' He chuckled agai.'

'But you're helping me in find the right street.' He snapped once again, but this time after one look at his amused, shining eyes he gave up and smiled slightly. 'I thought about hiring new people to our department.'

'I think it's a good idea. You have someone on the mind?'

'I want Moore to start work with us more properly. I want to give him under Bridget's wings, while I start to look after another two persons who could work on the cases with you and take the free desks.'

'So I'm taking your office, then?' He grinned.

'Don't think you'd have it only for yourself. I'm going to find a partner for you.' He smirked.

'You're bad man, Craig Dean.' He stated with a chuckle.

'Well, you love me, so it isn't bother you too much, is it?' He teased him and John Paul only smiled softly to him, his eyes answered enough for him.