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There can be some time, when you need to sacrifice yourself for everyone's good

Darren giggled slightly and pushed his back against the brick wall when him and the barman, whose name he learned is Brian, left the crowd dance club and ran out on the cold night, ready to change the place for something more quiet and more private. He learned Brian was very talkative and playful guy from Manchester, working in bank at day and additionally working in weekend nights in the pub as the barman. He didn't has any siblings and move out from Manchester three years ago, when he and his parents couldn't get along with each other.

'You okay?' Brian asked him with a grin as he leaned against him and gently massages his shoulder.

'Sure I am.' He grinned back and threw his arms to the air. To be honest he felt amazing. He didn't remember when the last time he goes somewhere with his mates, let alone dance on the middle of dance floor, didn't bother about any funny looks he was getting from people around him. He felt relaxed and happy, for the whole night Hannah didn't cross his mind and for once he could rest from everything…Almost everything. Brian's bright eyes staring back at him, his cheeky grin, the way he was behaving around him, still reminded him one person, although he wanted to block every thought about him.

He was even similar to him. Probably the same height, slim, with dark eyes and spiky hair, although contrary to Spike, Brian's hair was blonde. Darren didn't even know when exactly he starts searching for his ex-partner features in his companion. He just watched him and the more he drink, the more he turned into Spike.

'Are you still with me?' Brian asked him amused, didn't understand why other man was watching him so intently, his lips half opened. 'Looks like you really drank a little too much.'

'No, it's only hot around, that's all.' He knew it was lame lie, since they were standing in the cold night wearing only t-shirts and there was one else around them.

'Nice compliment. Didn't hear it from a long time.' Brian chuckled, while Darren stared at him with amazement, seemed to be in a different world. Darren's heart was racing in his chest, pulse quicken as Brian's face disappeared in darkness and there was Spike staring back at him with his cheeky smile, dark eyes shining like two stars, rounded with dark, unhealthy bruises. He remembered him lying on the tiles in his bathroom with cut forearms, damp skin from high temperature and flirtatious eyes. His Spike. 'Darren?' He gently moved his hands up man's chest, while his eyes never left Spike ones. He was enchanted.

'Maybe we find a room first?' Darren frowned his eyebrows confused as different voice left Spike's mouth. He felt arms around his waist and he shook his head, trying to come back to his senses. 'I have a flat two streets away.' A cold sweat ran along his spine as he returned to reality.

'What?' Darren asked puzzled and ran hands across his face.

'I offered we can move to my place.' He flashed him a grin and wrapped arms even more, pulling him toward himself. 'What would you say for that?' No it was a question, be or not to be. Darren had a chance to check himself, learn something new about himself and maybe got the final answer who he really is. Darren moved hands on Brian's shoulder and without second thought pressed his lips to man's.

He let Brian to take a lead in kiss, being totally submissive. He closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the closeness with other man. It was nice…but nothing more. He didn't feel any excitement or pleasure coming with it. It didn't feel the way like he was kissing with the person he feels attracted to or you're in love with. It was a friendly kiss. He didn't find Brian attractive and the kiss and embrace only confirmed that.

He didn't want to upset Brian or turned out be rude, but he couldn't help a small chuckle came from his mouth when he pulled back. He saw uncertainty in man's eyes, but he couldn't do nothing about that.

'What are you laughing at?' He asked puzzled, trying to grin. 'Did I do something wrong?'

'No.' He shook his head, still chuckling. 'That's the problem. You did good, but I feel nothing.'

'Sorry?' He was more and more lost with Darren. What was he talking about?

'I can't go with you, Brian. You're a nice guy, but…I'm not interested with you.' He said truthfully still with the same grin.

'Well, it looked quite different inside.' He said hurt, a little annoyed with his presence. 'I'd say you were more than interested. Hell! Even two minutes ago you enjoyed my company!'

'Cause I thought about someone else.' He said quietly, for the first time didn't smile. 'Look, it was fantastic night with you, but I can be only for you as a friend.'

'You said he left you. You're stupid if you think he's going come back to you.' Brian snapped with disbelief. 'I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend. Just give me a chance. You know something click between us, if not, I would never dare to ask you to my flat.' He gently grabbed him for arms, but Darren didn't look impressed. He just stared back at him without emotions, suddenly feeling bad. Maybe it wasn't so good idea as he thought to hang around with Brian. But hell! How the hell he can knows the guy already has crush on him? It's not like they talk with each other every day for hours.

'Look, it'd be better if I go, now. I had a really nice night and thank you for that, but I can give you anything more. Sorry.' He gently pushed his hands back from arms. 'I wish you can find a nice guy.'

'I already find.' He argued, but Darren shook his head with a small smile.

'Trust me I'm not a guy for you. Night, Brian.'

'Do I have a chance to see you again?' He asked desperate when older man start walking away. 'You're going to come back to pub?'

'Yea, I'd be back. But don't expect I'd change my mind.' He knew it has to sound cruel for Brian, but he needed to say it firm, to show him that he can't have even small chance they could be a couple in future. There was no way he could be with him.

He strolled over the corner and again turned into another alley where two men were fighting with the driver's door from white Peugeot, didn't notice Darren yet. Regardless if it was his day off, his duty as a policeman was to arrest these guys for trying steal a car, but tonight he even didn't has his badge with himself, let alone a gun or handcuffs. But still as an exemplary citizen he could chase them away or call boys to come down for them.

But the more options were crossing his mind, the longer he was standing in the place, totally exposed and it was only a matter of time before thieves notice him. For his misfortune it happened quicker than he thought and suddenly he was face to face with one of the guys, when the second, swearing loudly, hid behind the mask of the car, trying to put his hood move over the head, so Darren would not see his face.

'There's a park on Colonel Street, where you can take a walk, don't disturb anyone.' The guy said cheekily to him, showing him the way, to get out from their alley.

'I know, there's a botanic garden in the centre with beautiful flowers from Orchidaceae and Lamiaceae families.' He replied back amused with cheeky grin, for the first time grateful for all nature programs in TV he was watching from time to time, when there's was nothing more to do and Hannah couldn't stop twittering about wedding.

'What?' The man snapped, confused, staring at the man like he was talking in different language.

'Flowers. They have their own families. Just like we, people.' He pointed at himself, knowing he's probably playing with fire right now if he pisses off the guy, but he was too drunk to care about that. 'We for example are from Hominidae.'

'I didn't wake up in the middle of night to hear some bullshits about flowers families!' He yelled at him, losing his patience. 'From where the hell you're?'

'I know. You woke up to steal a car.' He replied with stupid grin, drowning himself even more. Like he suspected man didn't share his sense of humor.

'Get the fuck out before you start regret you stand on my way.' He said through the teeth, lifting his clenched fist in threatening way. 'Believe me, you smart ass. You're going to pay if you say more your wisdoms.' He turned around his head to see his folk. 'I'd never thought I would find here such a Brahman in the middle of night.'

'Leave him, Grey. He's only this drunk poof from the dance club we've seen earlier, so you shouldn't be surprise he's talking about flowers.' The other chuckled, suddenly becoming brave. 'Anyway, he's not dangerous. He'll chase away when he senses the problem. Queers aren't fighting types.'

'Like for my nose he already should chase away.' The first man said not convinced. 'You aren't going to find a boyfriend here, poof. Get lost.'

'Well, the problems is I'm not poof, queer, or whatever you called me.' Darren grinned drunkenly. 'I'm not into men. And that's the problem.'

'What kind of problem is that?' He snorted, thinking he really has something wrong with his head. 'Anyway we saw you with the other one. He had hands all over you, so stop telling me bullshit and get out from my alley before I break your jaw.'

'You see…' Darren continued, dauntless, suddenly feeling a big urgent to talk with someone. 'I love women. I really do! So I can't be gay, but on the other hand I love a guy!' He exclaimed at whole street, making both me winced and looked around with horror if someone notice them or not.

'You're crazy.' He glanced at his folk, behind his back. 'You heard him, Sloppy? He's not gay but love a guy…How lovely, I'm almost in tears.' He said ironically and wiped imaginary teardrop from his right cheek.

'Forget about him Grey and help me with a car. He's too drunk to call someone or stop us.' Sloppy stated and removed something long from behind the car, but Darren couldn't say what exactly it was, it was too dark here.

'Back off, queer. Tell your fairytale about your great love someone else.' He pushed him roughly back and Darren almost fall on the ground if he didn't support himself on the brick wall.

'If you keep calling me queer it means you didn't listen me properly.' He stated with half smirk as new idea crossed his mind. 'I'm not gay.'

'I really have enough your talking.' Grey snarled at him, ready to punch him on the face. 'Go back to your boyfriend.'

'So you could steal a car? Nah, I can't let you do that.' He shook his head and waggled a finger at him.

'Come on, Grey! Help me with a car and leave this freak alone. Tomorrow he won't remember anything.'

'I have very good memory.' Darren disagreed and suddenly moved toward Sloppy. 'I know your nicknames.'

'And? There's many Grey's and Sloppy's around.' The second said, trying to play tough.

'Well, yea, you can be right, but if I…' He reached to the pockets of his jacket and removed the whole contest. He stumbled a little on his feet and with a loud, victory; ha!, he removed some notes didn't bother about any things which landed on the ground.

'Oh for God's Sake! I'm gonna kill him!' Grey yelled frustrated.

'Leave him. He doesn't has even a pen, so there's nothing to worry about.' Sloppy rolled his eyes and kicked the door of the car.

'You're an amateur, don't you?' Darren asked him with a sly smile.

'What?' He asked puzzled.

'In that way you would never open this door, only ruin the whole car. No one would like to buy it in such state.'

'And who are you? Car dealer?' Grey snorted behind his back. 'Look, Sloppy. We have specialist from the cars, how lucky we are.' He added sarcastically and other guy chuckled slightly.

'I saw many cars like that and trust me no one wanted to buy them.'

'Oh, really? And where did you see these cars, eh?' He glanced at him skeptically. 'It's hard to believe you're from my trade.'

'Cause I'm not. I just have many cars like this one on the parking lot.' He shrugged with daft smile.

'What kind of parking lot is that?'

'Police parking lot.' He grinned, while alarmed Grey stepped back.

'You're living near the station?' Sloppy asked puzzled.

'No, I'm working there. I have a nice view at parking lot from my office.'

'Fuck, did you hear him, Grey? He's a fucking copper!' Sloppy yelled with a shrink voice, almost getting heart attack.

'Not anymore.'

'What?' Darren asked puzzled as he heard Grey's dark and mean voice behind his back. What are you…' He didn't has chance to turn around when he got a strong blow on the back of head and suddenly everything became dark.

'I told you to go away, but you didn't listen to me.' Darren felt another blow, but he couldn't move. From the distance he heard Sloppy's shrink voice and hurried steps, but he didn't care about it anymore as the third blow leaded him into unconscious.

Craig rolled his eyes as the whole way to the common room he heard Tiger Eye's loud, like series of shots from machine gun, voice and their suspect Russian's growls as he was dragging out to his cell. She was like ferocious terrier, snapping at the guy in her strange, funny language and almost scratched his eyes out, while he had said something unappreciated to her.

'She has charisma, hasn't she?' Charlie grinned when Craig reached the room. 'I bet whole station can hear her. Shame we can't understand what she's saying.'

'I hope she's not barking like that in English.' Craig murmured in response and sat on Bridget's desk. 'It's quite empty here, isn't it?' He looked around annoyed. 'Where are the others? Shouldn't they work hard?'

'Most of us is working in terrain, checking orphanages.' He explained and fished for some folder. 'Darren didn't come back, yet. And John Paul…I think I saw him in the canteen. He has a break now.'

'What a surprise!' Craig snapped ironically, couldn't believe John Paul can be still angry at him. In the end he didn't do nothing wrong, but needs to pay for his boyfriend's change of humors. 'And what are you doing?' He eyed him up.

'Reading Russians files.'

'Don't think you'll find something. This witch was twittering for the last hour, but the guy didn't want to talk too much…Or maybe she didn't let him to put even a word.'

'I think they just don't like police, Craig.' Charlie stated carefully with a small smile above the folder. 'Give the woman credit. You can't say she's lazy and isn't very helpful. Besides she's a pretty one bird.'

'With one eye.' Craig snorted, making other man rolled his eyes.

'Oh, come on. It's giving her wildish and very exciting look. She's like husky. Just look at this face and eyes.'

'Don't you have anything to do?' Craig frowned surprised as he heard behind himself Tiger Eye's irate voice, sounding almost like him. He turned around and measured woman with unfriendly eyes, but she seemed to not pay any attention to him, only passed by him to reach her desk.

'Sure, I have. I just wanted to explain something to boss.' He mumbled with red cheeks and hid behind the page.

'So, if you already finish your clatter on the corridor, can you enlighten us if you set up something, or it was again one-side conversation?' He asked sarcastically, couldn't stand her. There was something annoying in her, but he wasn't sure what's exactly.

'He doesn't want to cooperate with us.' She replied firmly, sending him cold look.

'I already get it when he showed us a middle finger.' He snapped with heavy glare. 'Something else? More helpful in case?'

'He said it's not his people job.'

'What?' He asked confused, trying to process what she said.

'I think she had in mind, they're not responsible for Behari's family death.' Charlie helped, unsurely watching both.

'Okay, Svetlana, so how we're standing with your English, hmm?'

'What you mean by that?' She asked suspiciously, feeling there's something hide behind man's words.

'I mean, we set up you need to improve your English. Take some classes.' Craig said slowly, like he was afraid she wouldn't understand any word he says. 'I even found something. Gave you an address.'

'It's some kind of Morse code alphabet or what?' She asked annoyed, giving him long look. 'You really don't need to make a pause after three words.'

'Did you take these classes, or not?' He shouted angrily, losing his patience.

'Not!' She yelled with very shrink voice back straight into his face, making him pull back shocked.

'You can't yell at me. I'm your boss!' He almost stick a finger into her eye. 'You…'

'What the hell is going on here? I heard you on the stairs.' John Paul came in, moving his eyes from Craig to Tiger Eye. 'Do you really have to start the fight with everyone?'

'Exac…' Craig started with a triumphal smile, until he noticed John Paul's eyes were fixed at him, not the woman. 'What? I was trying to be nice, but it looks like she has these days.'

'What days?' Tiger Eye scowled.

'Ask John Paul, I'm sure he knows what I'm talking about. He has them very often.' He said briskly.

'I want to take Svetlana to Behari's house. We need to find a gun, their neighbor said about.' John Paul said unimpressed, deciding to not taking a part in Craig's stupid game. He'll deal with him later.

'I see you both recently became a really good friend.' Craig snorted, not quite happy about the fact he's boyfriend is making up with his enemy.

'We're partners, it shouldn't surprise you.' He replied with hollow voice and smiled slightly back when Tiger Eye flashed him a smile.

'I know you're very sensible person, so I'm warning you to not get use to her too much. It's not like she's gonna to stay here for very long time.'

'It's not like we can't demand change of superintendent.' He replied calmly, although Craig could feel coldness contained his words.

'Look, guys. Why you don't go to find a gun and me and Craig check the files, hmm?' Charlie suggested, seeing the exchange of fiery looks between two men. 'I even can make a coffee for you, Craig.' He offered and quickly pushed back from his desk.

'I'm superintendent. I have more important things on my head, than reading some old files.' He snapped outraged and turned around to show his point to his boyfriend, but he has already gone. 'Oy, where is he? I didn't finish yet.'

'I really don't know who chose you for superintendent.' Tiger Eye shook her head and with head up, she marched out, probably to find her lost partner.

'What?' He snapped at Charlie, feeling at himself his intensive stare. 'I was trying to be nice…Look, it didn't has nothing to do with him, he doesn't has reason to chimed in.'

'You remember when you and John Paul were partners? You both were ready to drown each other in the nearest puddle, but John Paul never said anything bad about you in superintendent's presence, or tried to humiliate you in front of him. He always was for your side, cause he was your partner and friend…So it was his duty to stand for Tomb Raider's side.' He explained calmly with hope Craig would understand what from the few days everybody were trying to say him.

'But still…'

'Craig, leave it. You're just doing a mess and John Paul is losing his patience to you. Think about it.' He advised with a slight pat on his shoulder. 'Don't ruin everything.' Craig just gave him a long look with unreadable face and turned on his heel, before with spring steps he got out from the office. And whatever reason he was trying to put to his head, he knew he was just running away like the last coward.

Bridget unbuttoned her long coat as she entered the spacious garden hidden inside the former monastery, which today is serving as an orphanage. Few old oaks were growing in the centre, surrounded by few shrub roses and two feeders were small birds were sitting, singing about upcoming Springtime, although the stone walls of monastery and tens of columns seemed to spread coldness aura around.

'I'd never want to stay here.' William whispered behind her back. 'This place is creepy. You saw these nuns?' He nudged her gently on the side to show her few nuns with stone faces watching them intently from the one of the corners, looking almost like the ghosts from the bygone past.

'Take a breath, William. I'm sure these nuns are harmless.' She smiled slightly to him as she moved toward the wide door on the end of stone pavement.

'Still, I want to get out from here how quickly it's possible.' He mumbled and unhappily followed the woman. 'You warned the main sister, or however they're calling her, about or visit?'

'Yes, I already told her.' She nodded, amused. 'She's waiting for us.'

'Okay…But how we're going to recognize her? For me every nuns look the same. All in black with habits and stern faces.'

'Do you have some bad memories including nun?' She raised her eyebrow, paying him all attention.

'Maybe one.' He shrugged, making Bridget roll her eyes. 'So what's her name? We need to find her somehow…'

'Detective Thomson?' He jumped as a deep, women voice rang behind his back, barely holding himself from swear loudly. 'I'm Sister Margaret. We talked yesterday.' William turned around and frowned his eyebrows as he noticed pale blue eyes staring back at him.

'I'm sergeant York, detective Thomson is here.' He waved at his partner. Sister frowned her white eyebrows and removed an old glasses. She put them on the nose and smiled apologetically as she once again looked at William.

'Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you're a Mrs. Thomson, until I saw you better.' She apologized with honest, wide smile.

'Nothing wrong happened. He has quite feminine figure and light voice.' Bridget grinned, making him opened his mouth.

'I'm not!' He protested loudly, but any of them were paying attention to him anymore. 'I'm in hundred percent the real man.' He scowled.

'You said, detective, you're searching for a missing child...'

'Yes, we're searching for an Asian girl about her eighteen, her name is Aja Behari. She disappeared about three weeks ago.' Bridget said on the one breath.

'I'm sorry, but we don't have any Aja, here.' The nun shook her head.

'What about a girl in her eighteens or close, from Asia?' William chimed in. 'She could not say her real name, we need to take every eventuality to consider.'

'We only have four kids with Asian beauty.' She sighed heavily. 'Three boys in ages; three, twelve and seventeen, and one thirteen years old girl.'

'Are you sure the girl is thirteen?' William glanced at her suspiciously.

'Yes, we're sure about that.' She said firmly.

'So it looks like we're searching in a wrong place.' Bridget stated with a small sigh. 'Thank you, Sister, for your help. I'll leave you my phone number in case if the girl appears here.' She handed her a small card.

'Of course, detective. I'll pray for her return.'

'Praying won't bring her back.' William mumbled, but fortunately he hasn't been heard by nun. Bridget gave him a warning look and slightly nudged on the ribs.

'Thank you once more, Sister.' She bowed slightly and grabbed her partner for the arm.

'It's the last orphanage we have on the list.' He recalled her. 'If she's not here, it means she stays at someone's house, or she lives on the street.'

'Who is checking the high schools?'

'Fred and Darren. But don't think it'd help us with anything. No one said she was heading to school every day. The neighbor said he was seeing her very often sitting on the street, so it doesn't sound for me like she was a very diligent pupil.'

'But still she has to be sign up to one of them.' Bridget stated. 'You think we should see this thirteen years old girl? Nowadays kids growing up earlier.'

'Nah, we already check, she's seventeen. There's no way she was younger.' He shook his head.

'If you think so.' She shrugged not convinced and for the last time looked at the monastery. 'I just hope she's still alive and she's somewhere around…I wouldn't want to be on her place if Russians got her in their hands.'

'There's phone to you.' Spike raised his head reluctantly from magazine to look at the male nurse standing in doors with boring face.

'What phone?' He asked puzzled.

'Your mobile phone. It's ringing from bloody two hours, I'm getting headache of that sound.' He said annoyed.

'I can't answer my phone without doctor Ferrer's permission. She took my phone when I only signed papers.'

'Now, she's giving it back to you.' Nurse snapped and rolled his eyes. 'She said, it can be something important, so you can answer it. Maybe it's from your real estate agent.'

'Yea, maybe.' He shrugged and jumped out from his bed. 'I think everyone else knows they can't contact with me.

'Your phone is waiting for you in the reception.' He added and without second look at him, walked out from the room. Spike quickly followed him, intrigued who could call him. It couldn't be anyone from the station, and surely not Darren. He was sure Craig already made it clear, he's not welcome to ring to him. The only person who could phone to him, could be Randall's aunt. She didn't know about his problems with drugs and surely doesn't has any idea he's in the clinic…Yea, it had to be her.

'Don't talk too much.' The nurse said unfriendly as he handed him a mobile phone. Spike only smirked at him and leaned against the desk, waiting as the man step away and leave him alone, and checked the number which was bombard him for the last two hours. But before he had a chance to learn something more about unknown number, the phone start shaking in his hand and the familiar sound emanating from plastic housing. 'Answer it, for God's Sake!' Nurse growled and covered his ears.

'Detec…' He bite down on his low lip before he finished the sentence, cursing at himself. 'Spike Hunter on the phone.'

'Hello, Sir. I'm phoning to you from the Chester County Hospital…'

'From Chester?' Spike repeated confused.

'Yes, Sir. Your number figured in Case of Emergency, so we…'

'Wait. Could you explain me why are you phoning to me? I hadn't been informed about figuring in someone's Case of Emergency or whatever you call it.' He said annoyed. Was it some kind of joke? Maybe it was Craig's some stupid joke. Yea, he wouldn't be surprised.

'Well, I don't know why you haven't been informed about that, Sir, but the thing is you're in the files and we need to contact with you about Darren Osborne.'

'What?' Spike said quietly, feeling like his legs start shaking uncontrollably and his heart for moment stop beating. 'What's happened?'

'He has been carried away to our hospital last night in serious condition. He didn't has any documents and mobile phone with himself so…'

'So how the hell you can be so sure it's him?' He yelled, knowing he already caught everyone's attention, but he didn't care about it. He wouldn't give them his phone back until he makes sure what's going on.

'It looks like he was mugged last night, so we needed to call police. One of them, confirmed his identity, but doesn't know anyone's phone number from Mr. Osborne family, so we checked him, if he had put someone on the Case of emergency, and that's how we found you, Sir.'

'Oh, my God. In what condition is he? Is he conscious?' He stepped back as he noticed nurse making his way toward him.

'He's still examine, so it's hard to say, Sir. But he's conscious.'

'Okay, Spike, you used up your limit. Give me your phone back.' He stretched out his hand toward him, but younger man energetically jumped back, pressing firmly his mobile phone to his ear.

'No, I didn't finish, yet.'

'I heard you yelling, so I'm taking you DID.' He said firmly and caught his by arm before he could ran away.

'Sir, are you still there?' They were wrestling for a good minute, until another nurse and some doctor joined them and pulled screaming Spike away from the male nurse who cancelled the call.

'No! Please, I need to see him!' Spike begged, tears streaming down his face. 'Please, call doctor Ferrer. I need to see him! Now!'

'Calm down, Spike. Everything's okay, you're in good hands.' The doctor said to him, but he shook his head violently and once again tried to escape from their arms, but they didn't let him and pushed him roughly on the nearest bench.

'Nothing is okay! I need to see him!' He yelled straight into his face. 'He needs me. At least let me inform his stepbrother where he is! I'm sure he's worrying about him.'

'We give you something to calm you down, okay? You'd feel much better.'

'No!' Spike cried as he noticed an injection in his hand. 'Please, don't. I'll calm down, Just let me inform his stepbrother. Tell Craig Dean…' He felt how the needle without problems stick into his forearms. 'Please…'

'Now you'd feel much better.' The doctor smiled softy. 'Take him back to his room and lay down on the bed. And then I want a report about what happened here on my desk before doctor Ferrer comes back.'

'Of course, doc.'

'And check if we have Craig Dean in patient's files. If we have, call him and ask to come here.' He added and for moment watched how two nurses were carrying away Spike's limp body to his room.

Craig patted his fingers nervously on the desk as the door of his office opened unceremoniously and Fred's head popped inside with guilty look on his face.

'Should I put on my door information about knocking before come in?' He snapped outraged. 'Why it's so hard for everyone to remember about it.'

'Look, it's very important, Craig. It's about Darren.'

'I already know.' He said annoyed. 'He should searching for a fucking gun or checking schools, while he again is on the vacation. If you're going to contact with him, tell him I'm not going to tolerate it forever and kick him out. At the moment he's useless.'

'Malcolm and other boys has been called to the hospital last night. They've had a guy who probably has been mugged and doesn't has any documents with himself.'

'So? Was it Darren who mugged him or he was with boys?' He asked, not quite sure if they're still talking about Darren or he changed the topic.

'No, it was Darren who has been mugged.' Fred gulped nervously and noticed how Craig's fingers straightened up, his all body tensed. 'He's in Chester Hospital. God knows what the hell he was doing there on the middle of night.'

'How is he?' He quickly stood up and grabbed his suitcase.

'He's still examine, but Malcolm said he doesn't look so bad.' He shrugged.

'Did you call Hannah?'

'No, someone needs to come down to her house and tell it personally. In her state she shouldn't be nervous.'

'Okay, I'll ask mum or Susan to take care about her and bring her to hospital…Do you have an address? I'm going straight to hospital, tell everyone I'm not going to come back.' He wore his jacket with shaking hands. He was going to pass by Fred, when he felt he just got a message. With a hope it's from Darren he opened it.

'Spike has an panic attack. We need you in clinic. Ruth Ferrer.'

'Oh, for God's Sake!' He growled, couldn't believe in that.

'Something wrong?' Fred asked worried.

'Another problems. Is John Paul still at the station? I need him right now.'

'I think so.'

'Good. Today, you're in charge Fred. If someone wants something or something bad happen, write it down and leave for me on my desk. I'll take care about it tomorrow…Okay, so I need to make another call, find John Paul, and go to see Darren.'

'Yes, breath, Craig.' He smiled slightly. 'Darren is a tough guy. Just had been in a wrong place in a wrong time, but I'm sure he'd be okay.'

'I hope so. No much time left before their wedding.' He sighed and for the last time looked around the office to make sure he took everything. 'See you later.' He said back and ran down the stairs.