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Never induced the wolf from the forest

John Paul entered the bedroom quietly and with a small smile leaned against the wall as he kept watching his boyfriend removing his all clothes from the wardrobe and again and again throwing it on the bed, if it turned out to not match to his today's outfit. It was quite amused and something new for him to watch Craig standing in the middle of room, in front of the big mirror only in a black sockets, blue boxers, white and very old undershirt, and with strange, red tie flying around his neck every time he bends over to grab another cloth.

'You look marvelous, babe.' John Paul said with a grin as he turned around and measured him with unfriendly eyes.

'I'm sure I am. I always look marvelous, whatever I'm wearing.' Craig said deadpanned and grabbed another shirt. 'White or blue?' He asked as he showed him the shirts.

'Blue.' John Paul replied quickly. 'Well, if you drop these socks and ugly undershirt, I could think about you as a marvelous.' He teased.

'So I wear white.' Craig replied, ignored him completely.

'Oy, are you trying to suggest, I know nothing about fashion?' John Paul raised his eyebrow surprised. 'You even can't choose the tie without my help.' He recalled him with indulgent look.

'I only think you might not be good in choosing clothes for business meeting.' Craig continued, giving him a long look over his black trousers. 'This one?'

'You know, you just asked me for advice?' John Paul sighed. 'Look, Craig. It's not a business meeting, only meeting with your future subordinate.

'It's not only a meeting.' Craig retorted, rolling his eyes.

'Okay, so let me think…I'm taking the whole problem is you want her to know from the first look at you, you're not only her boss, but also superintendent…Do I get it right?'

'Yes.' He confirmed with a sigh of relief.

'Or maybe you want to look attractive for her?' He asked quickly, eyeing him up suspiciously.

'Ye… What? No!' Craig cried, shocked. 'From where you get such a thought?'

'Well, you're bisexual…'

'So? I have a boyfriend who I love. I don't need anyone else.' John Paul smiled softly at his words, something warm filled his chest.

'So you're admitting you love me?' He asked teasingly, although he knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it once again.

'Did I ever tell I don't love you?' He looked at him seriously, his arms folded.

'No. But it's not like you're telling you love me very often.' He explained and slightly closed his eyes, when Craig approached him and gently stroked his hair. 'It'd be nice to hear it more often, instead of listening to your rambling.'

'I'll try to do something about that.' He said quietly and lightly kissed his forehead. 'But for now I need to focus on my clothes. I have only half hour.'

'You're sounding like my sisters.' John Paul said amused, shaking slightly his head. 'If you want so badly to look professional, wear uniform.'

'I'm not going to wear any uniforms, John Paul.' He snapped and reached for another trousers.

'Then stop complaining.'

'At least can you tell me which boxers I should wear? You know, if I bend for something, she could see it, so I want it to match to the whole outfit.' He explained as he caught his shocked stare.

'You want my advice?' Craig nodded his head. 'Don't wear anything.' He snapped and stormed out from the room, didn't even to turn around, when his boyfriend kept calling him back.

'There's no need to play a kid, John Paul!' He yelled outraged and threw some cloth toward the corridor. 'Oh, fuck it!' He snarled and chose the first under his hand trousers and jacket.

Charlie wondered if he should keep wearing a bulletproof vest to work, but he abounded this thought minute later knowing it won't save him from the meeting with a car or with stuffs like that. With a deep breath he entered the common room as the first and rubbed his hands as he already spotted his nemesis. He was standing in the corner of room, inflating balloons under Bridget's critical eyes, while Darren and Moore were finishing their lettering.

It was Bridget who spotted them as the first and yelled with a shrink voice, making everyone jumped or covered ears and looked around surprised. Charlie smiled sheepishly as he got a murderous look from her and he already knew he's going to get a good slap from coming before the time and ruining the whole surprise.

'I should know it's too hard task for you.' She snapped, before she passed by him. 'Welcome back, Fred.' She smiled widely and wrapped arms around second man, hiding behind Charlie's back. 'How are you feeling? You still have a bandage around your head?' She asked with concern as she gently touched his forehead.

'Oy, watch out your hands, Bridget. You don't want to be on his missus bad list.' Charlie grinned as he passed by them and glanced at his other colleagues waiting for his turn to welcome Fred.

'I don't mind to be touch by beautiful woman…If I knew I'm going to be in the middle of women, I'd let myself be beat earlier.' Fred replied with a big smile, which quickly disappeared as he get a slap on the shoulder.

'Men.' Bridget snapped and moved away. 'You're so shallow.'

'Ah, that's all us. We love women, don't we Darren?' Charlie nudged him with a big grin.

'Yea, we do.' He agreed politely with weak smile.

'I'm glad that at least I didn't miss your wedding.' Fred winked to him. 'You already set up the date, right?'

'Really?' Moore chimed in surprised.

'Well, they didn't chose the date, yet.' Bridget decided to save situation. 'But I'm sure when they decide, you'll know as a first.'

'But don't wait too long with it, Darren.' Fred advised. 'Better if you marry her before she stop fitting into any wedding dress.'

'Yea.' Darren smiled falsely. 'Anyway, today is your day, Fred.'

'You're right.' Charlie patted his back and glanced at his blonde nemesis with big eyes, standing shyly behind Darren's back. 'Ah, you don't know our new colleague, William York, do you, Fred?' He asked with a grin and a little amused voice.

'No, I don't have occasion, yet.' He confirmed carefully and stretched his hand out toward new guy. 'Nice to meet you, William. I'm Fred.'

'Hi.' He nodded and shook his hand shyly.

'He's my new partner.' Bridget chimed in with kind smile, making Charlie almost burst in laugh.

'Yours? So with whom then Darren will work?' He asked puzzled. 'I thought you already have Moore.'

'That's going to be surprise for me.' Darren replied with a slanting smile.

'Ah, someone is on Craig's bad list!' Charlie stated amused. 'What the hell you did to him? Piss to his flower?'

'Craig doesn't has any flowers.' Bridget reminded him drily and nodded at William. 'Would you like to visit with me one of our potential witnesses?'

'Of course he doesn't has, cause flowers can't walk around and take care about themselves alone. They'd be drop dead after two days.'

'Why not? I only need to take my jacket and we can go.' William said with a small smile. 'I need some practice.'

'Sure, you need. That's why you're with me.' She said proudly with a warm smile. 'I need to grab my coat, also.'

'Ah, are you two just going to visit Mr. Tool?' Moore grinned widely.

'No.' Bridget snapped outraged, having enough his stupid jokes. 'I'm not going to see this man never again. He's shallow like you all.'

'That's why you're blushing?' Darren grinned and she already regretted she stood in his defense. Bloody bastard! She wondered how he'd manage to dig himself up from the problems when boys will start asking why he and Hannah didn't chose the date of their wedding, yet. Then he'll see who is laughing as the last.

'Aww. Bridget has a boyfriend!' Charlie exclaimed teasingly, with childish voice.

'Who is Mr. Tool?' William asked confused, when the woman slapped both giggling men on the head.

'A witness.' Moore explained.

'Would you just stop making jokes of me?' She snapped irate. 'We're quite busy if you forget. We need to find the members of Russian Mafia and we still have nothing. But if you prefer to talk with Craig about our progress I can shut up in that moment.'

'Oh, come on, Bridget. It's only a little fun.' Charlie moaned. 'It's Fred's first day in work. Let the guy have a little fun.'

'Give us half hour and we all come back to work.' Darren promised and reached for his briefcase.

'Why you need so much time?' Bridget asked, glancing at him suspiciously.

'I need to wait with Moore, until John Paul comes back from some meeting and take him in terrain, and beside I need to talk with Craig.' He replied evasively.

'I'm not sure, if Craig is gonna tell you about your new partner.' Charlie stated, carefully. 'I bet he doesn't find anyone yet.'

'Recently he's more off than on, at the station.' Bridget said drily. 'At least John Paul is going to work with this new Russian officer.'

'Lucky bastard.'

'But if we want start working properly, he needs to find new people.' She stated with a sigh. 'You think his new position overwhelmed him?'

'Nah, I think it's just very hard to replace Spike with someone else.' Fred shrugged. 'And that's the whole problem.'

'Maybe he could work with Moore?' William suggested.

'He's here for practice, not as a full-time officer.' Darren explained and smiled slightly when John Paul suddenly came to common room, panting heavily. 'Nice to see you back.'

'Sorry it took me so much time, but I had an interesting conversation with patrol from Bakery Street.' He apologized and moved toward cupboards to pour the water to one of the mugs. 'Nice to see you back, Fred. How's your head?'

'Still hurting, but it's fine now.' He smiled softly. 'So what kind of conversation you had with them?'

'They probably know when we can find our men. Or at least can show us their messenger.' He replied and drank the water in one swing. 'It means he could lead us to their hideout.

'That's a good news.' Bridget stated. 'But for now, me and William will take care about witnesses. But you all can play with Russian how long you want.'

'Oy! That's not fair!' Charlie exclaimed as she flashed them a smile. 'Fred can't overworking himself.'

'But it doesn't concern you, does it?' John Paul asked slyly over his mug. 'You always can go there with me and Moore, while Fred take care about paper work at the station. He'll be save and not overwork himself.'

'No way!' Fred groaned. 'I'm not going to sit on my ass for whole day, doing Craig's job.'

'Ah, now we really know you just came to work.' John Paul grinned and glanced at William trying to take out his jacket from the hanger which was one head taller than a man. 'You need a help?' He asked sympathetically as he watched him balancing on his toes. He wondered if he was even smaller than Craig. Cause if they're the same tall, he might think about putting the same hanger in their house. It could be very funny to watch Craig balancing on his feet after their another row, when he'll trying to take off his jacket.

'No, I already have it.' William panted and tugged for the material of his clothe. 'But thanks.'

'You think Craig is already in his office? I didn't see him today.' Darren asked, nervously shuffling on his feet.

'I think so.' Charlie shrugged. 'I saw his car outside…He's just probably preparing himself for the meeting with this Russian girl.'

'Right. It's today.' He rolled his eyes, In the same time when something crashed heavily on the floor and there was also a loud sound of breaking glass. Everybody turned around surprised only to see William sheepishly smiling to them with his jacket in hands, while half of the hanger was protruding from the other side of the window.

'Sorry.' He said weakly, making Charlie burst in laugh.

'Ah, that's more like him! Finally he opened up a little to us.' He grinned and patted Bridget's shoulder. 'Have a nice work, missus.'

'Don't worry, lad. Craig was already thinking about changing windows on the whole floor.' Darren said softly with half grin, already seeing in mind his brother's mine as he heard about William's accident.

'Yea, but this time says him to change them for plastics. I think it'd be more safe for everyone.' Fred advised with a stupid smile as young colleague blushed and cast his eyes down at his shoes.

'Don't worry, it's only your first day in work. Nothing bad happened.' Bridget assured him, although she start watched him with growing anxiety, not sure if it was only single accident, or maybe the beginning of all series.

Craig already cleaned his desk and neatly put all folders to the metal cabinets, when gently knock on the door rang in his kingdom and for the last time he smoothed his hair before he said to come in. He smiled how friendly he could and laid hands on the desk with a thought she'd already knows with whom she's talking. But his smile faded and he sighed irate when Darren entered his office with depressing face.

'What do you want?' He asked rudely, didn't like he just ruined his whole concept. What if she comes here in a minute?

'Nice way to say hello to your brother.' Darren said drily as he shoved hands into pocket of his leather jacket.

'You're my mother's second husband's, son.' Craig clarified slowly.

'Still same family.' He retorted irate. 'I need to talk with you.'

'If it's about your new partner, I didn't find anyone else, yet. But I'll take care about it tomorrow. For now you can work with John Paul.' He said, trying to duck him out how quickly he could. 'That's all?' He asked with hope.

'I didn't come here to talk about my new partner.'

'Oh, really?' Craig sighed tiredly and leaned back on his chair. 'Then about what you might want to talk, hmm? Shouldn't you focus on picking the date of your wedding? Everyone seem to waiting for it like it is Christmas…Maybe they already bought present for you and they're terrified, you might resigned?' He teased.

'I didn't come here to talk about my plans for future, either.' He replied drily, didn't understand why people suddenly can't wait for his wedding and was talking about it all the time. It was his business, not them. And especially not Craig's.

'Then about what?' He asked uninterested, losing his patience to him.

'You know Spike issued the flat for sale?'

'Yes…' He replied evasively, nervously patting his fingers on the desk. He could guess Darren isn't going to drop it and will stubbornly try to find him, but still he thought he has time to think something up. 'And?' Well, he was wrong.

'His neighbors said he went abroad…Is it true, also?' He asked with tightened throat.

'He didn't sell his flat yet, so for what he'd go abroad?' He raised his eyebrow, deciding to not go with comfortable lie and hurt him more, but still not tell him the entire truth. It was too risky. 'Maybe he stayed at friends.' He shrugged.

'Friends?' He snapped. 'Yea, sure like he has ones…Anyway you're very informed so I wonder if you know how to contact with him.'

'So wonder more.' Craig retorted, irate, didn't like in what way the conversation was going on.

'Look, Craig, I need to talk with him.' He said firmly, staring at him with pleading. 'Just give me his phone number. Let me talk with him.'

'I can't.' He replied quietly, with a deep sigh. 'It'd be better for you if you stop thinking about him, only set your mind on someone else. Hannah for example. She and baby need you.'

'It'd be better for me, or you and Frankie?' He snapped, everything boiling in him. 'Cause everyone seem to be more concern about wedding not what me or Hannah think about it.'

'What the fuck you want from me, Darren?' He asked angrily.

'I need advice.'

'Now?' He glanced at him annoyed, before he opened the drawer from his desk and removed from it small notes. 'I'm quite busy, right now, if you didn't notice.'

'It'll take five minutes.'

'Sorry, but since I get my promotion, I'm a busy man. I need to check in my calendar when I'm free.' He said as he opened the notes and start checking the first pages.

'Are you kidding me?' Darren asked shocked. 'You even can't devote five minutes for your brother? It's important for me…'

'What would you say for Thursday morning? Nine a.m. is good for you? Or Friday night.' He read. 'Darren?' He jerked his head up as he didn't get any answers. 'Would you bloody answer me?' He snapped, but until now he noticed he was alone in the office. 'Yea, be angry at me, cause I don't have time for you complains!' He yelled and threw the notes across the room. 'Jesus! I don't know what the fuck is going on today with him and John Paul. They were smoking something?' He mumbled to himself.

'Do I disturb you?' He almost fall from his chair while he jumped surprised, as unfamiliar, melodic voice with strange accent came to his ears. 'Receptionist said you want to see me.' He grunted and pointed at the free chair when his new sergeant came in and closed the door behind herself. 'You're my superior?' She asked again with this strange, a little shrink voice, which start annoying him.

'I'm superintendent Craig Dean. Your new boss.' He replied and since she was preparing herself to sit down, he used the occasion to take a look at her. She was not taller than Craig and looking very skinny in her very long, well-fitting, black coat and dark jeans protruding every time she moved. Her very short, black hairs were smoothly combed around her small, pale face. 'You're Swie…' He started crackly, but new sergeant luckily saved him from oppression.

'Svetlana Asimov.' She said with kind smile and until now as she stared back at him, he could see her face completely. 'But I don't mind to be call Tiger Eye. People here have problems with pronunciation my name correctly.' She added with a little problem.

'Yea, I understand them completely… Tiger Eye.' He said with fake smile, couldn't stop himself from watching her face. He knew it was rude, but he was sure she already had to get used to it. He has to admit she really has beautiful face without any marks on it, looking almost like she was kind of sculpture, but her eyes…Now he understood why people were calling her Tiger Eye. Although there was one, dark eye with small sparks in it, still there was another one, almost white, with ugly, vertical scar across it.

'I lost my eye six years ago, when I was trying to arrest a man suspected of terrorism.' He shivered as he noticed the second eye was staring back at him. 'I made a mistake.' She explained, still smiling softly.

'So…You lost sight in your right eye?' He licked his lips nervously.

'Yes.'

'Well, your previous boss didn't inform me about your impaired.' He said carefully, not sure what to do in such situation. How he couldn work with someone like her?

'Impa… what?' She asked confused.

'It means he didn't tell me that only your one eye is working…It's quite bothering me.' He admitted.

'Why? I'm a good sergeant. No one complains.'

'Yea, I know.' He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. 'But you see…Our department is famous for the fact that very often we're taking a part in very dangerous actions.' He start explaining calmly with hope she'd understands. 'We need to have eyes around our heads, very often using guns…'

'I'm sure I can shoot more accurately than half of your department.' She snapped, her smile faded, understanding what he was trying to say. 'Maybe I'm using one eye, but still I'm a good copper and have great hearing. And I know Russia. You can't get rid of me.'

'I think your boss misunderstood me. I'll phone to him today and ask him to find for you something more adequate.'

'No!' She argued, outraged. 'I can work here. If I can't, I won't keep working in homicide anymore...Maybe my one eye is wrong, but you...' She pointed at him. 'You're small. But still you're working here.'

'What the fuck it suppose to mean?' He asked irate, didn't like the tone of voice she used.

'It means, you're not perfect also. You can't cover anyone with your body, cause you're too low. But it doesn't mean you're not adequ...something, or whatever you said, cause you have other advantages which are very helpfull...Maybe I don't see good the guy we're tracking down, but I can warn you when he'll be hiding in darkness or be few meters from us and will be so quiet any of you hear him...Do you understand me?' He stared at her blankly. 'So, you want to be as a bastard or you are hiring me?' He wanted to kicked her out, but he knew it would cost him too much.

'Well, I'm in a dead point right now.' He said annoyed, didn't like the situation he found himself in. Bloody witch! 'They should inform me about your problems with health.' He eyed up her unfriendly. 'But like you noticed kindly, we need you…So I'm giving you one week, to see if you can work here or not. Then I'll decide what to do with you.' She smiled again, irating him even more. 'You'll work with sergeant John Paul McQueen. Starting from tomorrow morning. Be in the common room at 8.'

'How I recognize him?'

'He'll recognize you.' He snapped and nodded at the door. 'And one thing more. Do something with your English.'

'I try.' Craig gritted his teeth.

'If it's everything you can go now. I'm busy.'

'When I got my badge?' She asked as she stood up.

'When you deserve to get one.' He replied unfriendly, couldn't wait to see with this old Muppet and tell him what he thinks about him and cuckoo egg he gave him. 'Now, out.'

'You're not quite nice guy, are you?'

'See you tomorrow.' She smirked and without more words turned around on the heel, almost slapping the man straight into face with her braid, reaching her waist. His eyes widened as her tail were waggling behind her back, surprising him even more.

'Is everyone here so nice like you?' She asked in doors, glancing at him above the shoulder with her health eye.

'Get use to it.' He replied shortly and reached for his phone when the door only closed behind her. He'll show her, yet. Oh, he will.