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Sometimes our efforts can bring a different effects

Someone screamed at the back of corridor, when the door handle budged slightly like if someone tried to open it, but effectively has been pulled back before reach it. There was a sound of running water and anger male voice coming from behind the door. But when another pained moan caught his ears, he couldn't wait any longer. With determination he walked past the short corridor and pulled for the handle door, ready to interfere and check on his own who and was and why making such a noises at the middle of night.

'What's the fuck it's going on here?' He asked sharply as he came inside the tiled room covered with splashing water coming out from the unscrewed showers just above the head of two of his patients knelling down on the tiles with hands behind their necks.

'We just watching them taking a shower.' One of the tree nurses replied stupidly with folded arms.

'In clothes?' His intensive stare made the man look down. 'And with their hands behind their heads? What kind of shower is that?'

'Look, it's not your business, alright? Just go back to your place and keep doing what you should.' The other nurse said coyly. 'You're getting money for keeping an eye at left wing, not for sticking your nose here.'

'Well, maybe no one informed you yet, but Mr. Bucket and Hunter are my patients. Doctor Ferrer asked me to be a keeper for the most unsubordinated patients here, so it is my business, since you keep my patients under the showers, in the middle of night.' He replied firmly, didn't even think about going back. 'You have something to my patients, then you have something to me.' There was a treat in his voice, and nurses seemed to notice it.

'Why she'd like to ask you for something like that? There's nothing like private keeper around the clinic.' He said irate.

'You had problems with few patients, so doctor Ferrer wants them to be away from you all, to avoid unnecessary encounters. Especially the ones touching Spike Hunter. Recently his friends start worrying about his state and wonders if he's treat well…I guess you don't want them to sniff around, do you?'

'We don't do nothing bad.' He argued, but he only smirked at him.

'Of course, you just torment the patients for your own entertainment or to vent yourself after hard day in work.' He even didn't flinch when one of the nurse ashamed passed by him, didn't wait to hear more words from him. 'Oh, did I hurt someone?'

'You're new one, so you don't understand some things…'

'What things? What it is so hard to understand when you watch two men knelling down on the tiles and three others standing above them, pouring a cold water at them?'

'Just take care about your business and stop interfere into mine. You're a new one here, so I can forget you that small misunderstanding.' Short laugh left his mouth as he stared at the nurse with disbelief.

'And if I don't, then what? You'd pour a water on me?' He snorted. 'Just take your things, son, and lead Mr. Bucket to his own room. And get a clean clothes for him.' He ordered unmoved. 'And also get one for Mr. Hunter. I'm sure he'd love to go sleep in dry clothes.' He smiled slightly as nurses helped shaking Mr. Bucket stood up and gently leaded him outside the shower room, without more comments. 'Stand up, gorgeous.' He said softly as he made sure they were alone.

'Thanks for help.' Spike mumbled and slowly raised up from the cold tiles and uncontrollably shook because of the coldness of his wet clothes. 'Someone would be think you're my guard angel.' The man smirked at him and removed a fluffy towel from the white, metallic cabinet standing in the corner of room, to which only nurses have a key.

'Don't think it'd be me, but someone definitely is.' He gave him a mysterious smile and approached him with a towel, before gently cleaned his face. 'How's your face? I see you have another new cut under your low lip to the collection.'

'It's nothing.' He shrugged and pulled his face out a bit. 'It's not my towel.'

'I thought you'd like to wipe your face with something that won't rip the skin of your face.' They both chuckled. 'Now, tilt your head for a bit, cause I want to dry your hair. You're taller than me.' He flashed a grin him as he obeyed and closed his eyes as Teddy gently took care about his hair, massaging his skull. 'What did you do this time that you provoked them to punish you, hmm?'

'I didn't do anything. They just came into my room and said I need to go for a short walk and better for me if I don't fight with hem.' He replied and almost murmured as a cat, enjoying the caress the man was giving to him. 'I decided to not push my luck and obeyed them.'

'I guess it was the wisest move you could do.' He sighed and moved his hands down his neck, until he rest them on his shoulders. 'You want me to do something for you, except give you a dry clothes? Maybe you want a warm shower?' He offered and Spike opened slightly his eyes to might look deep into man's rich eyes.

'Maybe one.'

'Okay, what is it?' He asked with soft smile, which quickly faded when Spike hands rested on his own and without warning he leaned in, giving the man gently, shy kiss. 'Spike, no.' He firmly, although gently, pushed him back and shook his head as he caught his stare again. 'I only can offer you a hug and kind words for comfort, but nothing more.' He smiled apologetically.

'I'm sorry, I just thought that you…' He scratched his head and ashamed looked down at his feet, feeling like cheeks burned him slightly under Teddy's intensive stare. 'I'm sorry.' He repeated.

'No, look you don't have to apologize. You didn't…'

'Clothes for Hunter.' They both pulled back from each other and with a slight smile Teddy grabbed the offered material from nurse's hands.

'Thanks.' He nodded his head slightly and turned around to might look at Spike still staring at his own feet. 'You can change now, if you don't wish to take a shower.' He said softly with stretched out hand.

'It'd be the best thing I'd do today.' Spike mumbled and took the offered clothes. 'You're going to stay here when I'm changing?'

'I can't let you stay in the shower room alone.' He replied and shifted on his feet. 'Don't worry I'll turn around.' He added with a slight smile and did what he just said.

'I don't mind.' He frowned a bit and glanced briefly at his patient, didn't expect such an answer from him. He knew he should say something for that,a nd cut off whatever was forming between them two, but suddenly he has been devoid of words. He just again turned back and took a deep sigh as he heard as Spike's t-shirt landed on the tiles.

'I just finished hanging posters of Aja Behari around the station.' Tiger Eye announced as she closed the door of the office and with a deep sigh sat down behind her desk.

'Good. Maybe someone recognize her.' John Paul said and handed her a mug with coffee. 'Thought you'd need one.'

'That's very kind of you.' She smiled widely.

'We're partners so we should take care about each other.' He smiled above his mug and opened the files lying flat on his desk. 'You're free now, if you don't have nothing to do.' She blushed slightly and smiled nervously, not quite sure what he has in mind telling her they should take care about each other. Was he flirting with her?

'No! I can help you with documents.' She quickly offered. 'Superintendent said you have a lot of work to do.' His eyebrow arched as the woman stood up so quickly and violently, her chair almost landed on the floor.

'You don't have to kill yourself, Svetlana. There's no rush.' He smiled amused, noticing his partner was almost all red on the face from embarrassment. 'It's okay. I can find something suitable for you.' He offered. He really didn't has nothing against her helping him, and normally he'd appreciate it very much, but today...He just knew Craig said he has a lot of work to do to make him stay longer in work, so they both could spend a little time together at the station, just like they used to do in the old days.

'Together we'll finish the job quicker.' She smiled sweetly and bended over the man. 'So, what do you have here?'

'Let me take a look at them, then I'll tell you.' He smirked and glanced at the first page. 'Grab a chair and sit with me. There's a lot of place for both of us at my desk.' He offered.

'Sure…Would you mind if I take off my shirt? It's very hot here.' She asked with innocent face.

'Feels like home.' He only smiled and fixed his eyes back at the folders, when Svetlana, only in her black, tight top, moved very close to him with her chair and pretend she watched the papers along with him.

'If you want we can switch the places.' John Paul suddenly suggested as he took a quick look at Tiger Eye's face. 'You'll be sitting on your left.'

'What? Oh, no. It's fine, really.' She assured him. 'I see everything very good.' She nodded her head fiercely.

'Okay…' He replied carefully, didn't understand why it was so big problem for her to say him she doesn't see on her left eye, so she needs to sit for the other side of him. If she wouldn't feel so ashamed of her disability, at least she doesn't has to lean against him with her body to might look at the acts and make him feel somehow uncomfortable. 'Like you wish.' He shrugged without arguing, deciding she only needs time to get use to them all. He'll tell Craig to be nicer for her, he was sure she'd feel more confident if he stops snapping at her and whole department finally accept her presence. They just need more time, and John Paul would do anything to let her and William feel more welcome at the station. It was his new task and whatever Craig says or do, he's gonna complete it.

Fred smirked as Charlie hurried up toward him with his portion of French fries and almost pulled him down the corridor as he noticed William and Moore coming in to the lunchroom. He let his friend be dragged on the ground floor and hid behind Weeping Fig, where was standing small plastic bench with navy blue seats.

'Can you explain me now, why are you avoiding William? It's getting ridiculous, you know? And I'm sure poor lad doesn't even has any clue why you're acting so weird around him right now.' Fred asked him with curious.

'I'm not avoiding him, let alone hiding!' Charlie argued and put few French fries to his mouth, to not have to answer for another man's questions.

'Well, if you're not hiding from him, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if we go back to the lunchroom and eat our lunches at the tables like civilized people use to do it.' He said with innocent mine.

'I would like to eat here. We have a nice view from the window.' He pointed behind his back.

'Yes, at another building, Charlie.' He gave him indulgent look. 'So would you tell me what's going on?' He asked softly as man bite down on his lip.

'Fine, he was staring at my ass, okay?' He yelled flustered, but Fred wasn't look impressed.

'So?' He raised his eyebrow questioningly, didn't see nothing disturbing.

'So? He was checking me out, Fred! No, that I have something against gays, you know I'm very tolerate, but I'm not going to let some guy eyeing me up in front of my colleagues!'

'Whoa, take it easy.' Fred raised his hands to silence him. 'Don't you think you just overacted a bit? Maybe you had something on your trousers, and you already thought he was checking you out.' He said carefully.

'I know when someone is checking you out, and when sees something on your damn ass! Little pervert! And I was so nice for him.' He shook his head with disbelief. 'Maybe that was mistake. He thought I'm interested with him or something like that...'

'Okay, let's say Willy might be gay, so what? Even if you catch his eyes, it doesn't mean he's going to flirt with you or giving you some propositions. And even if he does, you always can say you're not interested.' He smirked. 'It won't make a gay of you, Charlie. I really don't understand your point. Don't you remember how many times Spike was teasing you and touching in the past to annoy you? You were fine with that.' He reminded him.

'Spike was my friend and that's the difference. And whatever you say, still I don't like the way he's looking at me.' He folded his arms.

'Maybe look at that from the other side.' He suggested. 'I think, you should feel flattered, that from all men at the station, it's you who caught his eyes.' He smiled slightly. 'We both know Craig is damn hot when he wants to be, but it doesn't look like Willy was around him.' He grinned. 'Just see the bright side of that.'

'Oh, yea, I really should be flattered then.' He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. 'Sometimes when you say something…' He mumbled and pushed back from the wall as he decided to take a walk.

'You're ridiculous, Charlie.' Fred chuckled and ran after him. 'Just eat your lunch, donkey, and go back to work. We have to hang few posters on Bakery Street.'

'Yea, thanks for your help, my friend.' He snapped annoyed and moved toward the reception. 'Hey, Anne. Do you have a letter for me? I think it should came today.'

'For what kind of letter you're waiting?' She asked as she opened pointed at the cabinets behind her back.

'Love letter.' Fred grinned.

'Oh, shut up.' He snapped at him. 'I'm waiting for a letter from sergeant Stark.'

'Nope, I don't get any letter for you, today. Sorry Charlie.' She shrugged as she opened the first cabinet and checked the small box. 'Try tomorrow.'

'What is it?' Fred asked as he noticed a small pack standing for Anne's side of the desk. 'Something for us, maybe?'

'Aren't you too noisy, Fred?' She gave him a long look. 'The pack it's for Craig Dean, if you have to know.'

'For Dean?' He grinned. 'Who the hell would like to send him a pack? I bet there's a bomb in it.'

'Yea, very funny. Now, if you don't need anything from me, leave me alone. I need to check the pack and sign it before I'll send it to his office.'

'Fine, we're going. Come on, Charlie, we'll tell Dean he got a pack with today's post.'

'Maybe it's his late Christmas present.' Charlie chuckled as they slowly moved toward elevators. 'Ah, someone was very naughty.'

'Idiot.' They both chuckled and were going to step inside the elevator when they heard Anne's shrink voice behind their backs. They immediately turned around. 'What happened?'

'The pack…' She was leaning against the wall with her back and with shaking hand pointing at the box.

'What's wrong with it?' He arched his eyebrow, amused.

'It's ticking.' She was already pale on the face.

'Don't be stupid, Anne. I was only joking about the bomb part.' Fred chuckled. 'No one would try to kill this stubborn bastard, especially in his own office.'

'IT'S ticking, Fred.' She said firmly. 'Just come over here and listen. We need to call a sapper.'

'Okay, take it easy. I'm coming, alright?' He rolled his eyes and tilted above the desk to pick up the box.

'Don't take it to your hands! If it's bomb, it can blow up.' She was close to hysteria. 'Just call the sapper.'

'Calm down, Anne. I'm sure no one would be so stupid to send a bomb at the station.' Charlie said firmly. 'Just don't overreacting. I'm sure there's some simple explanation.'

'She's right.' Fred frowned his eyebrows as he also notice quiet ticking coming out from the box. 'It's ticking.' He glanced above the shoulder at Charlie staring back at him with shock.

'A bomb at the station?' John Paul repeated skeptically as Craig keep leaded him and Tiger Eye on the ground floor. 'Someone has to watched too many action films.'

'I only know we have a sapper downstairs and that suspicious pack is in the reception.' He said firmly and took a short glance at his other subordinate. 'Why the hell you're not wearing a shirt?' He asked sharply.

'I felt too hot in the office and decided to take it off.' She replied and folded her arms. 'Did I committed a crime?'

'You're at the station, no on the gym.' He snapped and gave John Paul a warning look. 'I wouldn't though it can be so hot in your office, John Paul.'

'Maybe next time I'd turn off the heating.' He suggested unhappily.

'Next time do what I say.' He almost barked at him, couldn't hide his annoy. There was something going on between them two and he didn't like it.

'Which is?' He asked with innocent face.

'Do your work on your own!'

'Okay, I get it.' John Paul rolled his eyes and smirked at his boyfriend. Sometimes he loves to tease him.

'It was my idea, not John Paul's.' Tiger Eye added, but Craig silenced her with one, sharp look of his eyes.

'Are you sure it's a bomb, Craig? Don't you think it's a little too bizarre?'

'I think it won't kill us if sapper check the pack.' Craig replied annoyed. 'Now, shut up, you both and keep going. We're almost on the place. Everyone waiting for us.' John Paul frowned a bit, didn't like the sound of the last sentence.

'Craig…Did you evacuate the building?' He stared at him suspicious, expecting the worse.

'Err…No?'

'We have a bomb in the building and you didn't evacuate anyone?' John Paul made sure he understood his boyfriend good.

'I thought it's obvious when someone tells you there's a bomb in your building, that you're trying to leave how quickly it's possible. Only total jerk would not understand the danger!' He snapped. 'I'm not here to telling such obvious things, John Paul!'

'They could take it as a joke.' He argued, outraged. 'God, sometimes you're so thick!'

'Why everyone are standing in front of windows?' Tiger eye suddenly asked puzzled. 'And where's the sapper?'

'He's outside. Thought it'd be less dangerous there, than doing it in the building.' They almost got a heart attack as Fred voice rang behind their backs. 'Anyway, if it's a bomb it shouldn't be nothing big. The box looks like a box of chinese food.'

'I wouldn't say it's less dangerous being outside the building with a bomb.' Craig snapped. 'If its blow up, what about the whole street and nearest buildings, eh?'

'We send patrols to close the streets in range of few miles. Don't worry Darren informed everyone that ruptured a gas pipe, so it'd be more safe if they leave their flats for some time.'

'And they believed him?' Tiger Eye asked skeptically.' There was any road work here.'

'Until the press come around, they'll believe in everything we say.' Charlie said firmly and swallow already cold French fries. 'So now, we're save…Anyway, do you know to whom the pack is?' He suddenly grinned.

'Didn't know it was addressed to someone concrete.' Craig frowned a bit. 'You didn't tell me about this.'

'The pack is for you, Craig. I don't have any idea who you pissed off so much, but hell, you've got a problem, mate.'

'What? The pack is for Craig?' John Paul felt how his heart start beating forcefully in his chest, and he was sure he was pale on the face.

'Yea, right.' Craig snorted unmoved and sent his colleague cold look. 'Why don't you buy a popcorn for yourself, eh? I don't believe you let the sapper to walk outside with the pack.'

'I had to do something since my boss wasn't around.' He looked at him knowingly. 'Anyway, maybe it's nothing dangerous.'

'Do you know who sends the pack?'

'You really think he'd write down his address and name?' Charlie asked amused. 'I guess someone dropped it with today's post. Anne isn't in the reception all the time, right?'

'Craig, do you have any enemies?' John Paul asked him seriously. 'Maybe you really worked someone up.'

'Only in the same station?' Charlie grinned, but his mine quickly dropped down as he got a warning look from the man. 'Sorry.'

'No, I don't have any. I don't know who'd like to send me a pack with such surprise.' Craig scratched his head at the same moment when some officer turned around toward them and lifted two thumbs. 'What's that?'

'I guess sapper finished his job.' Tiger Eye stated carefully. 'It went pretty quickly.'

'Okay, stay here. I need to see what's inside.' Craig ordered, but before he even reached the door, he could felt a warm breath on his neck. 'I said, stay here, John Paul.' He repeated.

'I need to know what's inside the pack, Craig.' He said firmly and followed the smaller man. 'What if someone tried to kill you?'

'It's very unlikely.' He stated carefully and waited as the group of policemen move on the sides, so he could see the sapper checking the contents of pack. 'So, it is a bomb?' He asked him, didn't dare to come too close to him.

'No, it isn't. It was false alarm.' The sapper replied and removed an old alarm clock to show it to people gathered around them. 'But still I think you should look into the pack. I'm sure there's something which interest you.'

'What is it?' John Paul approached him as the first and almost instantly noticed something red smeared over sapper's gloves. 'Do you have blood on your hands?'

'Indeed.' The man confirmed and took a few steps back, so Craig and John Paul could look inside the box. John Paul growled and put his hand over his mouth, as Craig frowned and pulled his face out with disgust.

'Oy, what's inside?' Some copper asked.

'Call Danny. We have a job for him.' John Paul said and turned back as he felt the first nausea.

'It's a body? What is it, sir?'

'I believe, it's a heart.' Craig replied carefully and felt how the blood frozen in his veins.