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To move on, sometimes we need to deal with the past

Danny rubbed his nose and bended his head on the right as he watched two bodies on the different angle. He winced slightly as photograph roughly brushed past him to take few pictures, his jaw eagerly working on the apple.

'If you throw a core here, I'll make sure Craig Dean makes a hell of your life.' He treated him as the man glanced at him with weary eyes. He snorted under his nose and just go back to his previous seizure didn't pay any attention to small man. Danny tensed offended with his arrogance, grabbed his few things and marched toward the entrance with hope he'll meet someone enough competent to understand his job and kick the ass this young lad with digital camera dangling around his thin neck.

He couldn't stop himself from grimace as he noticed famous Craig Dean walking down the street with this fairy, young guy who always following him like his second shadow. He leaned against the wall and patiently wait for the man to join them in the room.

'Without your new uniform, Craig?' He glanced briefly at Charlie grinning at the man above the yellow tape.

'I'm not going to change my style, because I got promotion.' Craig replied shortly and gave him a quick look before he made his way toward Danny. 'Waiting for me?'

'I already got a look at bodies.' He said dispassionately.

'And you set up something?' He asked intrigued and let his shadow pass by him and walk toward the small kitchen on the back of pub.

'Man shot in the head and twice in the chest, while woman get a bullet on the stomach and neck. They both bleed out after few minutes.' He replied. 'I'll know more when we take the bodies to the mortuary.'

'What about kid upstairs?'

'Shot in the head. He died in sleep, felt nothing.'

'That's good, I think.' Craig murmured and took a glance at old stairs hidden behind half wall. 'Do we have any idea how the killer came inside the house?'

'It looks like he has a key with itself.' Charlie spoke up behind his back. 'Any of windows were opened or broken and the only door leading to the pub and their flat it's the one we're standing in.'

'So the killer has to know them.' Craig stated and shoved hands into the pockets. 'Or somehow get the keys.'

'I suppose.' Charlie shrugged and start checking the pockets like he was searching for something.

'And what about your problem?' Craig glanced at him briefly. 'Did you manage to take care about it by yourself?' He asked with a little sarcasm.

'Not quite me, but yeah. We already solved it.'

'So what was it?' He drilled.

'Small inscription above the oven in the kitchen, written with victim's blood.' He replied and winced slightly for some thought. 'I sent it to professionals and they finally set up what language the killer used.'

'He didn't use English?' Craig raised his eyebrow surprised. 'They were Asian, right? From India?' Charlie nodded. 'So I guess it has to be written in their language. You could check it by yourself.' He stated, giving him long, unsatisfied look.

'Well, that's the problem.' He mumbled and smiled slightly as he caught his stare. 'Interesting isn't it? Come with me and I show you that.'

'See you in mortuary, then?' Craig asked Danny, but man didn't reply only looked at him heavily and returned to pack his things before he goes back at the station. 'Don't forget I'm your boss, now!' He shouted after him with a small smirk, before he followed Charlie to the small room.

'You know what is it?' John Paul asked them when they only came, his eyes with confuse staring at the bloody inscription.

'Creepy.' Craig stated as he looked closer at killer's signature. 'It's some kind of code or what?'

'No, it's not.' Charlie grinned. 'Guess what kind of language is that?'

'I'm not here to play games, Charlie.' Craig snapped at him irate. 'You're gonna tell me now, or should I phone to your professionals?'

'It's Russian language.' He finally said, rolling his eyes. He knew when to end play games around Craig.

'Russian?' Craig repeated, frowned. 'What the hell? Victims weren't from Russia, right?'

'No, they don't have any connection with Russia.'

'Do you know what the inscription means?' John Paul asked intrigued.

'Yea. It means, traitors.' He replied as he found the right paper. 'But why someone write it on the wall of Asian pub? Well, I don't have any clue, although I have small suggestion.'

'Which is?' Craig glanced at him impatiently.

'Russian Mafia.' Charlie gave them long look.

'Are you kidding? We're in England.' John Paul sent him funny look, before he chuckled.

'Oh, really? Just wait until you read reports from the last two years, Craig. I know officers working in this district and they said they have problem with Russian Mafia. At least that's how they called them. They're taking tribute from owners of small shops, sometimes beaten down someone when doesn't want to pay or ruin his possessions…You even can ask superintendent.'

'I'm superintendent.'

'The previous one.' He rolled his eyes. 'You exactly know what I'm talking about…It'd be better for case if we talk with prevention department. They should know more about them.'

'Did they kill someone?' John Paul asked.

'Not, yet.' He shrugged. 'But beaten down few people.'

'They should have their files in Archive.' Craig stated. 'We need to take them all down at the station and investigate.'

'Well, there can be some problem.' Charlie scratched his head.

'What kind of problem again?' He asked irate.

'They're not speaking English.'

'So how the hell they're taking tribute, if they don't speak English? They're using sign language?' He snapped.

'They speak English, but not when they're on the station.' John Paul explain, couldn't believe how hard sometimes Craig is thinking. 'They're asking for translator.'

'Who we don't have, yet.' Charlie finished with a slight smile. 'They're clever bastards.'

'So we need to be more clever.' Craig stated and removed his mobile phone. 'I'll talk with super…my predecessor and try to think up something. In the meantime talk with neighbors and try to set up if they had any enemies and what reputation they have here. You can also ask if they're giving donation for the local mafia.'

'Like they're going to answer for it.' John Paul rolled his eyes.

'So make them answer.' Craig gave him a long look and winked when Charlie wasn't looking at them, before he stormed toward the entrance.

'It looks like nothing change.' Charlie said with a slant smile, watching the back of his superior. 'How we're gonna to cope with him, now?'

'Probably the same as earlier.' John Paul shrugged. 'So, we have something to do here, or can we take care about witnesses?'

'Did you see what my mum bought?' Darren slide headphones from his head and uninterested glanced at Hannah, twittering above him.

'No.' He replied and had to pull back to not get in face with some clothes.' What is it? New dress for you?'

'It's bodysuit for our baby!' She exclaimed and handed it to him. 'You like it? It looks lovely.'

'Don't you think it's a little too early to buy such a thing? We even don't know if it's girl or boy.' Darren replied carefully and took a look at yellow clothes with pink flower on the middle. Daisy probably.

'I think it's not. We already should looking after the bed, toys, high chair...' She started counting on fingers, with no less enthusiasm than earlier. Darren thought it's because the hormones. At least it was the only health explanation, why suddenly she forgot about his cheating and pretend like nothing change and the last month was only some a dream.

'Hannah, we have time.' He said calmly. 'And I'm sorry but I need to focus on my job.'

'But Craig gave you few days off.' She recalled him, her smile faded a little.

'It doesn't mean I don't have work to do. Look, we talk about baby later, okay? If you want we even can go tomorrow for shopping. Buy something for baby.' He suggested and smiled slightly as she almost jumped excited.

'It'd be really nice. We can take your car, in case if we buy something bigger.'

'Sure.' He smiled once again and pushed his headphones back on the top of head. He waited until Hannah disappeared in the bedroom and turned some Internet game to kill the boredom until he goes jogging with Loony and maybe later walks down to local pub for few drinks. Maybe chat with some pretty girl or again share his sorrows with barman.

The dog moved under his desk as he curled into ball and try to sleep. Darren stroked his long fur with tender and when he made sure Hannah wasn't around, he turned to the desktop and for moment opened some folder hidden in other one calling books. There were only few old pictures from his childhood and few extra photographs he found recently on Craig's computer. He'd never learn how to set a password, he smirked.

On each of them was Craig in his cadet's uniform and face expression which didn't bode anything good to a person who dares to speak up to him, but on few of them he has company. Other cadet, his partner, was grinning to the camera and making stupid mines, while Darren's stepbrother watched him compassionately or shouting at him if he crossed the line.

Sometimes he was regretting he didn't want from the start be on the same station as Craig, only tried to be far away from him. He felt like he just missed few important years in his life. He didn't know how Craig's and Spike's friendship started, how everyone's very making a fun of Bridget when she got pregnant and because her belly she couldn't slide under the desk, and how it happened Charlie has been moved from prevention to homicide. If he knew Spike earlier, maybe…

But that he really want to changed everything in his past?

He never regretted the time he shared his whole life with Hannah, and he'll never do. He was lucky to met her and receive the love from her, although there were good and bad times during their relationship. He'd be a bastard if he says he regret those days.

He fixed his eyes at Hannah coming out from their bedroom, in hands carrying her long, pink high heels. She sat down on the couch and not aware of his stare, she was preparing herself for going out.

'You're going somewhere?' He asked softly, startling her.

'I need a bit of fresh air.' She smiled slightly. 'I'm going to park for hour or two.'

'It's freezing outside. I'm not sure if it's good idea.' Her eyes softened as she looked at him.

'I'll be fine.' She assured him and stood up. 'How's the work?'

'Good.' He replied with fake smile and quickly closed the folder. 'You want me to go with you for a walk?'

'No, stay and work.' She shook her head.

'I don't mind. I need a fresh air, too.' She smiled and pointed at the corridor. 'I'll grab your jacket, then.'

'Okay.' He slipped the headphones on the desk and took a deep sigh. Someone told him once we can't live with a past. We need to move on and live in present time. And although he knew it's gonna hurt him and it's not easy patch, he decided to listen to this advice. He needed to start to live again.

'You want to change the shoes?' She popped her head inside.

'No. We can go.' He smiled slightly and wore his jacket before he offered her his arm. She smiled widely and quickly kissed him on the cheek before he could protest. Like nothing changed, and they were still the same pair like few years earlier. But in the deep of his soul, he knew it changed.

Craig closed himself in his car and start digging up in the clipboard with hope he finds the thing he's looking for, before John Paul spots him. He smiled slightly as he finally found the flyer and put it down on his laps before he reached for his mobile phone. He dialed the number from the bottom of page and with a deep sigh watched John Paul and Charlie coming out from the crime scene and wandering toward the group of people crowding around the tape.

'Summer sunshine, how can I help you?' Craig rolled his eyes and wonder who was enough hit on the head in childhood to choose such a name. Like it was some summer camping. People can be so stupid sometimes.

'I would like to make appointment with doctor Ruth Ferrer. This week if it's possible.' He just wanted to be behind it, how quickly it was possibly, before he lost his courage and cancel it.

I'm sorry, but the all dates for nearest month are fully booked. She has a few sessions with her patients from…'

'I know. That's why I need to meet with her.' He replied annoyed. 'I'm superintendent Craig Dean. She should remember me. We met not long time ago in Summer sunshine.'

'I understand, sir, but…'

'It's important. She'd know what's the problem if you say her who was phoning.'

'Doctor Ferrer most of her time is spending with patients in Summer sunshine, Sir. She has few hard cases…'

'I know…If it's such a big problem, give me her private number.'

'I'll tell doctor Ferrer to phone to you, sir.' He smiled slightly.

'Thank you very much.' He rolled his eyes and threw mobile phone on the other seat. He did the first step. But he knew the next one will dependent not only from him. And somehow it scares him.