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Sometimes it's good to follow your own instincts instead of basing at the unverified facts

'The neighbor called us about hour ago, when she noticed someone running out of Mr. White house. She went down to check if everything's fine, and when he didn't answer, she came in.' Charlie reported when Craig only appeared on the crime scene.

'How she got inside his house?' Craig asked and reluctantly looked around the settlement of family houses. 'The door was opened?'

'The attacker has to ran away some way, hasn't he?' He glanced at him indulgently. 'Anyway, she came in and found Mr. White lying on the floor in the living room. She immediately called ambulance, but it was already too late.'

'He has been stabbed?'

'It looks like that. We found a knife on the floor and he was lying in the small puddle of blood.' He replied and pointed at the door. 'Danny is already inside. If you want more details you can ask him.'

'Okay, what about the neighbor? Where is she now?'

'She's with Megan, in her flat. I can show you the way.' He offered, but Craig shook his head.

'Firstly I need to see the body and talk with Danny. You go back to your duties.' He sent him off and came inside the small house. He had to belay himself over the wall, to not fall down on pathologist who was kneeling down next to the body, almost in doors. 'Nice apartment.' He stated sarcastically, the same catching his subordinate's attention.

'I thought since you got your promotion, you wouldn't bother me anymore.' Danny said unhappy and straightened up to make a place for superintendent.

'So you thought wrong.' He retorted and glanced at the dead body covered with plastic bag. 'Do you have something interesting for me? How many times he has been stabbed?'

'Only once, on the right side. But it was more like a dab.'

'So it wasn't a deadly stab?' He raised his eyebrow questioningly, when Danny nodded his head. 'So why he's dead? What killed him?' He asked puzzled.

'In his age, probably heart attack.' Danny shrugged. 'I would know more when I get him to the mortuary, but I'm sure the attacker didn't kill him. Probably stabbed him only to get out from the flat.'

'Right…' Craig mumbled and nodded at constable Moore watching them intently from the other end of room. 'Moore, did you already check the flat?'

'Yes, Sir.' He nodded.

'Something's missing?'

'Few pounds and four porcelain figures from the glass-case. Mr. White probably caught the thief when he was walking around the flat. I saw broken vase, so I guess the noise woke him up.' He replied. 'He has about four cats here, so we called someone down to take them. Mr. White doesn't has anyone close, since his wife died eight years ago.'

'So, it was robbery.' Craig massaged his neck. 'Good job, Moore. Check if the thief left any fingerprints and then send people to walk around the shops and check if the figures have been sold off. Maybe his neighbors remember how they look and give a good description.'

'You think he'd be enough stupid to sell them off now?'

'Who knows. Maybe we'll have a luck there.' He shrugged. 'I'm going to see the neighbor who found the body, now. If you find something interesting, call me back.'

'Of course, Sir.' He nodded his head eagerly and with a slight smile called two constables to give them the orders.

John Paul was pouring a coffee to the mug when the door of the common room opened widely and Tiger Eye came in, pushing forward some guy, and shouting some incoherent words with her shrink voice. He raised his eyebrow questioningly when panting William ran after them, despair written over his face.

'What's going on here?' John Paul decided it's the right time to interfere, when he noticed Tiger Eye was going to hit the arrested on the head. 'Svetlana, hands down.' He commanded and approached the two of them.

'He was on the crime scene yesterday, and didn't want to legitimate to me.' She answered and pulled the guy forward so John Paul could see his face.

'Mr. Tobey?' He smirked slightly as he recognized the face. 'Amazes me how England is small.'

'See? I told you, I know this guy.' William snapped. 'There was no reason to arrest him.' He rolled his eyes.

'He didn't answer for my questions, ran away when I called him back, and was flirting with me.' She continued, dauntless. 'He tried to grab my bum.'

'You have a leaf on your trousers.' Mr. Tobey exclaimed loudly. 'I tried to pick it up, when this crazy woman hit me on the guts. I didn't have choice like ran away! Althought it turned out, it was pointless. They dragged me out of my bed this morning.'

'Spy and sex addict.' She snapped at him, making John Paul grinned slightly.

'Okay, that's enough. I'm sure Mr. Tobey had a good intention, Svetlana, and you overreacted a little.' He said calmly.

'I don't believe something like that happened to me.' Mr. Tobey shook his head. 'I should write a complaint at her.'

'If you stayed in your house, instead of taking a walk around the house where the whole family has been murderer, there won't be any problem like this one, Mr. Tobey.' John Paul retorted, measuring him unfriendly. 'And you know, what? I start wonder what you were doing there, cause I'm taking detectives Asimov and York came down to you as they spotted you watching the house. And you ran away when they wanted to legitimate you.'

'That's right.' William nodded his head. 'Svetlana came down to him.'

'So, Mr. Tobey, how can you explain us why you didn't want to cooperate with detective Asimov, and what were you doing on the crime scene?'

'You think I could kill them all?' He asked shocked.

'I don't think anything, Mr. Tobey, I'm only basing on facts.' He retorted firmly.

'I didn't kill them!' He yelled furious, but John Paul watched him intently unmoved. 'Okay. I know I shouldn't be there, but I saw the police car and I was curious if you found something. And…well, maybe I had a little hope I'd spot this nice lady, detective Thomson.' He added and blushed slightly, when John Paul smirked down at him.

'Right. But detective Thomson isn't the only person working on that case.' He informed him kindly. 'I wonder why are you interested so much in our case.'

'They were my neighbors. Whoever has done this, might do this again, so until you find a guilty, no one is save, yet.' He replied without blink.

'It was you who mentioned Russian Mafia, wasn't you?'

'Yea, it was me. And I still think it was them.' He said firmly.

'Why? Do you have any problem with local mafia, Mr. Tobey?' He smirked slightly, as he noticed man immediately avoided his look. 'It'd be better for you if you start talking. You don't want to be accuse of anything, do you?'

'Fine, I have to give them back some money.' He replied evasively, licking his lips.

'How much cash you own them?' Svetlana asked.

'About three thousands.' He replied quietly, looking down at his hands.

'Since what I know your business is doing fine, so why you didn't give the money back, yet?' John Paul asked puzzled. 'Three thousands of pounds shouldn't be too much for you.'

'Dollars.' Mr. Tobey corrected him.

'What the hell you did, you own them so much cash?' Svetlana asked surprised, watching him intently. 'Are you a gambler?'

'I own them money for the protection.' He explained. 'But I'd never thought it'd cost me so much.' He sighed heavily. 'I just wanted to be safe, alright? And now when I see what happened to Mr. Behari and his family, I'm afraid I'd be next.'

'We don't have any evidences it was Russian's Mafia who has killed him.' John Paul replied. 'We have only your statement and inscription in Russian language. It's not enough to charge anyone.'

'Everyone have the same problem as me.' He argued.

'The problem is they don't want to talk, Mr. Tobey. And I don't think they'd start. We can't do nothing more about that.'

'If not policemen, than who is going help us, eh?' He snapped, irate.

'Go back to your house, Mr. Tobey, and try to not bother my colleagues anymore, if you don't want to be in troubles. If I see you again on the crime scene, I swear, I'm going arrest you for obstruction the investigation.' He warned him and ordered Svetlana to take off the handcuffs from his hands. 'Have a nice day, Mr. Tobey. And try to stay away from troubles.'

'Oh, thanks a lot.' He said sarcastically and massaged his sore wrists.

'You should be. If it was superintendent Dean here today, you wouldn't leave this building now, only stays for a long night in the cell.' He smirked.

'Whatever.' Mr. Tobey barked and marched out of the room.

'It wasn't wise of you to arrest him, but at least we got new interesting facts. Maybe we should pay a visit to the local businessmen and asked them if they have any problems with Russian.' John Paul stated and approached the cabinet to pick up his mug with already cold coffee. 'Do you at least fond a gun?'

'No, after Mr. Tobey escaped, we didn't come back to the house.' William replied.

'I don't believe you came down to his house and dragged him out of the bed, cause he didn't answer for your questions.' He chuckled slightly and slowly shook his head. 'You know his personal dates.' He noted.

'So? He didn't want to talk, so I made him.' Svetlana replied annoyed.

'Well, maybe I don't agree with your methods of work, but thanks to you maybe something will change here.' He winked to her and amused pointed at his office. 'I need to finish some paper work, so if you need me, you know where to find me.'

'Sure.' Tiger Eye nodded her head with a small smile and blushed slightly when John Paul passed by her.

'He's a decent guy, isn't he? If it was Craig, we'd be already kicked out.' William said quietly.

'Yea, he is.' She smiled even wider, her eyes fixed at the door of her partner's office.

'Oh, poor Bradley. Died in such horrible way.' Mrs. Cox wiped few tears from her face. 'He was a good man. Didn't bother anyone.'

'I understand it has to be really hard for you, Mrs. Cox, but I need to ask you about the attacker. Detective Hill said you saw him, running out of the house.' Craig said gently.

'Stabbed in own house.' She continued like she didn't hear him, shaking her head with disbelief.

'Mr. White hasn't been killed.' Craig straightened the facts.

'But he's dead.' She said puzzled.

'He had a heart attack, Mrs. Cox. In his age it isn't nothing unnatural. He was eighty two, wasn't he?' He glanced at the notebook and read Charlie's crooked letters.

'Yes, he was.' She sighed. 'I guess it's better he died this way, then has been killed by some kid.' Craig rolled his eyes irate, but decided to not comment. 'Nowadays you can't feel save even in your own house. I keep telling my kids to remember lock door and windows before they go sleep.'

'I don't think it'd stop a thief from breaking into your house, but anyway…' He scratched his head, slowly losing his patience to the woman.

'Oh, it'd be! If thief try to break in, I'd hear him opening the lock.' She said firmly.

'Can we already move to the heart of the matter, Mrs. Cox?' He chimed in, annoyed. 'I thought I gave you a simple question. Did you see the thief, or not?'

'So it was a thief? Oh, right. Well, I saw but not too good.' She shrugged.

'Even small detail can help us. Tell me what you remember, Mrs. Cox. I'm sure you had a closer look at him.'

'Well…' She looked around unsurely, like she was searching for help in Megan standing aside.

'Okay, let's start from the simple things.' He suggested. 'Was he tall or small?'

'It was she…' She corrected him.

'She? Are you sure?' He asked surprised.

'Yes, she has long, black hair, and by a quick look on her face, I can say she was quite beautiful.' She said firmly, without hesitation.

'Okay...so it was a girl.' He glanced at Megan writing down the new facts. 'A teenager, I guess, Megan. So was she tall?'

'No, she was small.' She replied surely. 'Your height.' She added. Craig stared with coldness in eyes, barely stopping himself from shout, as she pointed at him with bloody smile.

'My height, you're saying, Mrs. Cox?' He licked his lips annoyed, when woman nodded her head. 'Megan, write down she was average height.' He ordered gloomily as he noticed small grin plastered to her face. 'What else you saw? What color of eyes she had?'

'I didn't see her eyes, but she was wearing black clothes, that's all.'

'What would you say about her silhouette?' He asked further.

'She was slim with long legs.' She shrugged. 'Looking normal.'

'Okay…Is there anything more you can tell us?' He asked, although he didn't expect anything more to hear.

'Maybe one thing.' She frowned her eyebrows.

'Which is?'

'I think she has dark skin…Yes, I'm almost sure she had.' She nodded her head slightly. 'Black hair and dark skin. That's it.'

'So, it could be an Asian girl?' Craig prompted, his eyes shone slightly.

'I think so.' She shrugged. 'They have dark skin, haven't they?' Craig smiled slightly and exchanged his looks with Megan. It looked like finally they fall into Aja's trail.

'I really don't know what came over you, yesterday.' Doctor Ferrer was tilting above his head, watching him intently with tightened lips. 'Firstly, the whole situation with your mobile phone, and then this.' She pointed angrily at his bruised face. 'What's happened to your face? I've got a call there was some troubles with you last night.'

'There was any problem with me.' Spike replied quietly, through the clenched teeth.

'So why you had bruises on your face?' She asked sharply. 'No more lies, Spike. You know that if you don't be honest with me, your treatment doesn't has any sense.'

'Fine, I had a fight.' He snapped, already having enough everything. He stopped care about anything.

'Did you pick up the fight?'

'Yes.' He replied reluctantly.

'With whom then?' He wanted to reply cheekily that with wall, but the door of his room opened slightly and someone slipped inside.

'With me.' Spike raised his head up surprised as his roommate with a cut low lip announced with a slight smirk.

'Why did you two fight?' She asked harshly, measuring both men unfriendly.

'Exchanged of views.' The other man replied nonchalantly and winked to Spike when doctor stopped looking at him.

'So, you're not only a drug addict, but also aggressive.' Doctor Ferrer stated.

'I'm not aggressive.' Spike argued, feeling anger raising up in his chest.

'How else you'd call what you did last night?' She asked sharply. 'It's not the first time you were aggressive toward someone.'

'Do you have any other examples?' He asked with a snort.

'Your boyfriend. The case has been remitted only because of the lack of evidences. No one knows what happened in your house.'

'Are you accusing me of killing Randall?' He stared at her shocked, tears appeared in his eyes. 'I would never, ever hurt him.'

'I don't know what happened in your house, Spike, but I know that here you're aggressive and not able to function around other patients. You even didn't try to make friends here. I'm surprised you even say hi, to your roommate.' It hurt. She didn't has any bloody idea about who he was.

'So send me back.' He barked.

'Yes, I should send you off for breaking the rules, but it'd be really reckless of me, if I do it, seeing how dangerous you can be for others.'

'You're making some kind of monster of me.' He shook his head with disbelief. 'I'm not dangerous, let alone aggressive.'

'You're staying in the clinic until I make sure you're able to go back to society and you're not going to go back to drugs.' She said firmly. 'But because of the problems you caused around, you're not going to contact with anyone else outside the clinic.'

'It's nothing new.' He snorted, irate.

'It means no visits, letters or telephones.' She continued. 'You'll be cut off of the outside world completely.'

'You mean Craig or John Paul can't visit me anymore?' He become pale, his hands shook slightly. 'That's not fair. You can't keep me here for months and doesn't let me contact with anyone!'

'I can, and I'm doing it, Spike.' She said dauntless. 'It'd only help in your treatment.'

'No it won't be.' First tears fall down from his eyes.

'And better change your attitude.' She snapped and warily glanced at the door as soft knock came to her ears. 'Come in. Ah, it's you. I'd be ready for few minutes. I just need to check one more patient.'

'Sure, ma'am.' Spike slightly raised his head up as gentle drawl resounded in the room. There was a new guy in doors, in his late thirties as he quickly stated, with smoothly combed dark hair, piercing dark eyes and small goatee. He was wearing familiar white clothes and Spike didn't has any doubts, he was a nurse. 'Everything's fine?' Spike glanced down at his hands as he felt his warm eyes at himself and suddenly he felt very uneasy.

'Yes. Wait for me in the lounge.' She ordered and with last look on Spike's wet of tears face, she walked out along with a nurse.

'That's shit.' His roommate stated quietly.

'Yea, it is.' Spike agreed and moved his eyes at him. 'Anyway, thank you for help. It could be worse.'

'No problem. We need to help each other.' He shrugged.

'How did you split your lip?' He asked curious.

'Bite down on it.' He grinned slightly. 'Don't worry. This witch would change her mind, if you would be a good boy for the next weeks.'

'Right.' He snorted and smiled slightly as his roommate winked to him before he marched out. Spike was going to lay down on the bed and curled into ball when again soft knock rang in the room and the man slipped inside with a gentle smile. 'Something wrong?' He asked confused, knowing the last thing he wanted to do now, was dealing with nurses again.

'I thought you'd need one.' He smiled charmingly as he handed him a white handkerchief.

'Thanks.' He mumbled and without taking his eyes off, he wiped tears off his face. 'Doctor Ferrer would be angry if she spots you in my room.'

'Ah, someone fall into her bad book?' His white teeth flashed in the light as he grinned amused. 'Don't worry. I'd take it on myself, if she says something.'

'You don't have to.' Spike watched him confused. 'You're staying here for a long time?' There was something comforting and soothing about this guy, and he seemed to be different than other nurses. Someone whom Spike maybe could trust.

'It depends on if doctor Ferrer wants me.' He shrugged and leaned nonchalantly against the wall. 'For now I'm staying for a month.'

'Good.' He said before he bite down on his tongue.

'Problems with dealing with nurses?' He raised his eyebrow amused. 'You look like a decent guy, wouldn't thought you're such a devil.'

'The devil is walking around hospital.' He rolled his eyes and even smiled slightly to the man.

'I'm Teddy.' He introduced himself.

'Spike.'

'Ah, what an unusual name for such an unusual lad like you.' Spike glanced at him unsurely. Was he flirting with him? No, it couldn't be that. 'Well, I won't bother you any longer. We'll see each other enough times to make you feel sick every time you see me.' Spike chuckled slightly as he flashed him another grin.

'See you around.' He said quietly and hid the handkerchief to the pocket when man turned around, toward the door.

'And don't cry anymore. You're too beautiful.' Spike stared at him shocked, feeling like his cheeks start burning him slightly. 'See you tomorrow, Spike.' He didn't feel so embarrassed like now from the very long time, and the worse thing, he has a feeling it wouldn't be the first and the last time.

'You already heard the news?' Craig asked when he sensed John Paul standing behind his back, and the man wrapped his arms around his waist.

'You think it was Aja Behari?' Warm breath tickled his neck.

'She matches to the description.' Craig shrugged. 'Everything saying she's living on the street, so she needs money for something to eat, or maybe pay for the room. The nights are still cold.' He noted and felt how John Paul nodded his head in agreement.

'I think you should talk with press. Maybe they could help us in find the girl.'

'Give information to local press? Yea, maybe it could work. Someone had to see her…I'll take care about it tomorrow.'

'We can talk with Charlie. He has some contacts.' John Paul suggested with a small smile.

'Yea, right…Anyway, did you hear from doctor Ferrer, yet?'

'She phoned to me this morning to say Spike picked up the fight last night.'

'Picked the fight? With whom?' Craig turned around to face his lover, confuse written over his face. 'Spike isn't a fighter type.'

'Well, it sounds unbelievable for me either, but she seems to be sure about that. Spike confessed to her she had a fight with his roommate.' He sighed slightly.

'So, he has been kicked out.' Craig rolled his eyes.

'No. She wanted him to stay in the clinic.'

'What?' He snapped with disbelief. 'So, she wanted to kicked him out because somehow his mobile phone fall into his hands, but wants him to stay after he beat down his roommate? It's ridiculous. What kind of rules is that?'

'She said he's aggressive…' He said softly.

'Nonsense!' Craig disagreed, outraged.

'I'm only saying what she said to me.' He sighed heavily and softly ran his hands over his shoulders. 'Anyway, Spike is staying in the clinic.'

'It should calm me down?' He glanced at him. 'I need to phone to him.'

'You can't. Doctor Ferrer Spike shouldn't be in contact with anyone. No visits, telephones or letters. He needs to be far away from the outside world from some time. She said it'd help him face his demons of past and change his attitude.'

'For how long? I don't know how it is gonna help him...'

'I believe she knows what she's doing.' John Paul said softly and kissed him lightly on the lips. 'Don't worry, babe. He's going be fine.' He assured him with a gently smile.

'Maybe you're right.' He sighed and rest his forehead against John Paul's. 'Sometimes I'm a little too protective about him, I guess. I just know it's going to be really hard for Spike to stay for months far away from friends.'

'I know, but sometimes we need to sacrifice some things for our own good.' He said quietly and kissed him once again as he entangled his fingers with Craig's. 'We are going to go through it, babe. Soon everything will come back to norm.' He assured him, but Craig couldn't get rid of feeling, that he might has no right this time. But after one look at his azure eyes he decided to save it for himself and not ruined the moment…Sometimes he was overreacting too much.