Hello :) Didn't update this story for a long time, so I decide to update it. Sorry if it's a bit boring, but it's only beginning for the more 'thrilling' stuff coming up from the next chapter. But still I hope you'd like it ;)

Sometimes our dreams can come true

The warm winter was tickling his bare back as his shirt moved upward when he bended over to pick up his travel bag. His cigarette almost dropped down from his lips as for a short moment he has lost his balance and he swore under his breath. His back met with a cold steel of his car and he almost moaned at this accidental, unpleasant touch.

'Everything's fine?' He bite down on his fag and sent hateful look at the grinning man walking back from the mall with a pack of crisps and bottle of water in hands.

'How it looks like for you?' He snapped back and threw the bag on the back seats. 'If I knew John Paul was going to take the half of the house with us, I'd bring bigger car for us.' He muttered irate and dropped the fag before step on it.

'Do you want my hand?' He offered as he threw his things on his seat.

'No, it's fine. I'm almost done and sorry but you'd have to ride on the back seats with two bags.' He closed the door with a slam and pulled his shirt down. 'Did you see John Paul in the mall?'

'Yea, he was looking for some frosty meals.' He shrugged.

'Oh, great!' Craig snapped. 'You couldn't tell him to not buy them? We'd have enough food on the place, knowing my mum, and there'd be a lot of shops around. We're not going to spend vacation on the bloody desert.'

'I told him, but he obviously thinks we're going to spend two weeks on the beach.' He replied with a smirk. 'You didn't tell him yet, where are we heading?' It was more statement than question, but Darren knew better to use his questioning type of voice, if he didn't want to end with broken jaw.

'It's surprise.' Craig replied reluctantly and kicked the stone. 'I didn't want to stress him. You know how it is when you have to meet the parents of your second half, eh?' He stared back at him, searching for a support in him, but he seemed to have different opinion about his surprise.

'Well, it's not easy, but I think you should told him. He's going be angry at you, and you exactly know that things between you two didn't look good for the last month.' He reminded him.

'I know, but I also know he'd never agree to meet my mum right now.' He sighed and ran a hand over his face. 'It's complicated.'

'Are you going to introduce him as your boyfriend?' He asked him softly, small smile crawled on his lips.

'Firstly I want mum to accept him, and then I'd say her the good news.' He muttered and rubbed the back of his neck. 'I just hope they'd be enough busy with preparing your wedding to pay any attention to me and John Paul.'

'Ah, so that's why you asked me to come with you? And want me to marry Hannah?' The hurt was evident in his voice, although he tried to not show it.

'No, course not!' He protested. 'I really thought you need to be away from Hannah and enjoy your freedom till you have it.'

'Yea, thanks for thought.' He said sarcastically and slipped inside the car as he noticed John Paul walking into their direction with two carrier bags in hands.

'Just be a man.' Craig said in a whisper, before he put a forced smile on his face and helped his lover with his shopping. 'Alright?'

'I wasn't sure what to buy since you didn't tell me yet where exactly we're heading.' John Paul gave him a long look. 'So I bought the most important and universal things you'd need wherever you go.'

'And it take you two bags?' Craig cocked an eyebrow at him, but he quickly improved himself under his harsh look. 'It's really good to have you around. You always think about everything.' There was a suppressed laugh at the back of the car, but Craig decided to ignore it.

'Sure, I do.' He agreed with a sly smile. 'So, would you tell me now where are we heading?'

'It's a surprise.' Craig repeated for the fifth time this day. 'All I can say, it's about two hours from there before we reach the place.'

'Two hours?' John Paul cocked his eyebrow, surprised. 'I don't remember nothing interesting being in that part of England.'

'Well, you'd be surprised.' Darren added from his back seat with a cheeky grin and Craig was already regretting he took him with himself.

'I just hope it's a nice place.' John Paul said with worried face as he slipped inside the car. 'We all deserves a good vacation… Especially Darren.' He gave his boyfriend knowingly look, which Craig ignored with premeditation.

'Everyone are already on their seats and fasten their belts?' He asked instead as he put the last carrier bag to the rack.

'Yes!' Both men shouted back with a roll of their eyes while Craig finally took a sit behind the steering wheel and lit the engineer.

'Good, because there's a long road ahead for us.' And he just hoped it wouldn't be his last, when John Paul finds out about his special surprise.

He stared back blankly at the board adorned with red and black markers, photographs of victims at the top and with two rows of small letters which intended to helped them in find the connection between the all cases and victims, but in reality brought more questions and unknowns. The black contours of Aja's Behari face was pinned in the middle of this chaos with a big question mark hanging about her head. Was she the answer for their all questions? He didn't know, but she was the only witness they really had and maybe she was the last person who has seen her family alive.

'You're staring at the board from a good half hour.' Charlie's amused voice rang somewhere behind his back, but he didn't even budge. 'What's so interesting in it?'

'I'm just trying to understand everything…but I can't.' He replied with a shrug, his eyes moved over the photographs of victims. 'It doesn't make sense.'

'Well, that sounds like all of our cases, Willy. You didn't discover America, you know?'

'But it doesn't make sense!' He repeated irate. 'Nothing make sense here.'

'Is it safe for me to ask what doesn't make sense?' He glanced at him unsurely, didn't know what to expect from the lad. Maybe he was looking harmlessly, but he still remembered their Sunday's conversation when he enlightened him saying he's training box. Let's say he wouldn't like to be in his bad book, now.

'What are you doing here? I thought everyone are working in terrain.' Tiger Eye slipped inside the common room with a pile of documents and sat behind Bridget's desk.

'We're chatting about the case.' Charlie replied with a shrug.

'About cases.' Willy improved him, still didn't take his eyes off the board. 'They're not connected.'

'Well, the dead prostitute surely isn't connected with the other murders and I think we all already agreed with that.'

'Whoever killed her, already did something like that at least once.' Tiger Eye stated. 'She's not his first victim.'

'I know Darren and Bridget think it's the job of serial killer, but seriously is it look like one? We didn't find any victims who has been killed in the some way or with the same brutality as the prostitute.'

'I'm telling you, he already killed once. There have to be some earlier victim or victims.' She said firmly. 'She has been killed by professional and it's matter of time when we get another body. I think we should take a look at your previous, unclosed cases and contact with other stations to ask if they don't have similar cases.' She suggested as she picked up one of her documents.

'We already checked it and nothing matched. So, it was his first kill, or he had twenty years of break.' Willy replied and moved toward the board. 'It's almost impossible.'

'Bridget needs to work harder and finally get in touch with one of the girls working on the street. Someone has to know her.' Charlie chimed in irate and threw his pen across the desk. 'It's already month since we found her.'

'She needs to gain their confidence, before she talks with them.' Tiger Eye stood in Bridget's defense. 'They have to be sure she's working long enough to not suspect her of being a cop.'

'If we really have a serial killer out there, we need to work quicker if we really don't want to have a new victim.' He argued and shot her irate glance.

'If we want to catch him, the truth is we need a new victim.' Willy said quietly. 'We don't have any idea for whom we're looking for, and we only can hope he'd make a mistake on the next crime scene or leave his signature.'

'He already did it. He took victim's fingers.' Charlie reminded him drily. 'And God only knows where's he keeping them and for what…We need profile.'

'We don't have enough information to get a helpful profile.' He retorted.

'Well, the only thing we can be sure it's surely isn't a work of Russian Mafia. They don't work like that.' Tiger Eye said firmly, but Charlie only snorted at her.

'They've killed the whole family, so I'm not sure if it's not their job.'

'We can't be sure it was Russian Mafia who killed them. They've never done anything like that, so why they'd like to kill so bestially the whole family? They could kill only the father, he was the one who owned them a cash.' Willy said after quick though.

'Maybe it was a warning for others to know what's going to happen to them if they stop paying.' Charlie shrugged.

'Like I said they don't work that way.' Tiger Eye repeated and rolled her eyes. 'Someone only want us to believe it's Russian Mafia's job. I think whoever killed Behari's family, has to know about their problems with Mafia and used it to cover his crime.'

'Well, it sounds reliable.' Willy nodded his head reluctantly. 'What do you think about that Charlie?'

'Maybe, I don't know! It's one big chaos here.' He snapped and folded his arms. 'But what about the cow's heart Craig got? It can be Mafia's job, Svetlana? You should know them better than us. In the end they're your native brothers.'

'Well, it can be in their style, but it's hard to say it for sure. Maybe it was someone's stupid joke or someone else has something against the boss.' She shrugged. 'It's not like he has many friends around…To be honest I'm surprised he has any.' She added with a roll of her eyes. 'But if you want I can interrogate them once again. Contrary to the first time, now we know what do we want to know.'

'That'd be nice. I think we could take them down during the next two days. There shouldn't be any problem with getting warrant.'

'Okay, but what about Aja Behari? We know anything new?' Willy asked and looked with hope at his both colleagues.

'Nothing new, I'm afraid. We got a lot of applications but it always turned out it wasn't her. Most of the application were coming out from the friendly neighbors who just wanted to get rid of their Asian's neighbors.' He sighed tiredly. 'They're just wasting our times and I really regret we asked press for the help.'

'Well, someone has to see her sooner or later.' Tiger Eye stated as she reached for her empty mug and marched toward cupboards. 'She just couldn't disappeared.'

'Still there's the option, Russian Mafia's have her.'

'They wouldn't keep her for such long time. Especially if everyone are looking at everyone's hands. It would be too risky.'

'Okay, so what else we can do now, eh? Wait for Craig to come back from his vacation?' Charlie asked annoyed. 'He couldn't chose worse time for it.'

'His boss wanted him to get away from few days, afraid someone would like to attack him.' Willy replied and took a bite of his bun.

'It sounds reliable for me. I'm sure there's a lot of people wanting to blow up his ass in the air.' Tiger Eye smirked.

'Still, he's our boss and we have to do what he orders.' Charlie shrugged. 'And whatever reason he has to move away, it's his business, I guess.'

'Like I cared where he is.' She muttered and put a Green tea bag into her mug.

'Anyway, do you have any suggestions what to do next?'

'We need to find Aja Behari and wait for the killer's next move.' Willy replied with unreadable face expression. 'They're the only keys to solve these two cases.' He stated as he pointed at the picture of the black contour of the girl. 'We just need to be more patient and have our eyes open. I'm sure soon we'd get a new message.' He muttered and moved his fingers lightly over girl's name.

'A message? Yea, from God!' Charlie snorted and shook his head at him, but he was too busy watching the board to notice it. He felt like they were just missing something, although it was on the reach of their hands.

'Hollyoaks?' Craig gripped tightly the steering wheel and pretended he was too busy watching the empty road to hear him. But of course his boyfriend found the way to draw his attention to him. 'Crag, what are we doing in Hollyoaks?' He asked irate as he painfully nudged him in the ribs.

'Passing by?' Craig replied with innocent face.

'That's why you're trying to break the steering wheel in half?' He asked sarcastically, noticing his knuckles turned white because of the pressure he was forcing on them. Craig was all shaking inside from the nerves, didn't take into account John Paul's eagle eye and how quickly because of that his crafty plan is going to be destroy by one table. 'Isn't your mother living in Hollyoaks?' He felt his suspicious stare at himself and he wished Darren could say something to save him from oppression, but he seemed to be busy with playing some stupid game on his mobile phone to even bother to look at him. Just great.

'Well, yea, she's the one of the inhabitant of the Hollyoaks, so what?' He asked bluntly, but he quickly understood it was a very big mistake. John Paul was looking like he was ready to rip his head off. 'It supposed to be a surprise.' He added weakly with sheepishly smile seeing his basilisk eyes. 'I knew you'd be very nervous, babe, so I thought…Fuck!' He yelled when his boyfriend painfully stepped on his foot staying on the gas pedal. 'Are you trying to kill us?' The tires squealed loudly as the car turned sharply on the right and if not Craig's reflex, they'd land on the nearest tree.

'I didn't ask you to turn on the right!' John Paul barked flustered and bite down on his low lip when Darren's head stuck between their seats as the man has been pulled forward because of the rapid braking.

'You're okay, Darren?' Craig asked worried and unfastened his belt as with a small growl his stepbrother pulled back on his old seat.

'Yea, I'm okay.' He replied and massaged his head.

'Well, I'm not sure John Paul if you're going to make a good impression at my mum if you try to kill Darren before his wedding.' He snapped angrily. 'What the fuck you were thinking about? If he doesn't fasten his belt, he'd be already lying on the other side of the car!'

'With you rambling about safety in the car, I don't think it'd be possible.' Darren said with a slight smirk, trying to clean the air.

'Are you happy now, John Paul?'

'You should tell me we're going to spend vacation at your mother's house! I should be prepare for it… What kind of surprise is that?' He yelled back, before he looked down at himself. 'We're heading to the petrol station.'

'For what?' It was insane.

'I need to change clothes, before I meet with your mother, that's for!' He spat at him. 'I can't show her in an old tee shirt and shorts. And I need to pop to the shop to buy something for her.' Craig looked at him heavily, knowing his boyfriend was getting paranoid.

'You don't have to wear suit.' He said calmly, but it seemed to brought a different effect at the man. 'Okay, maybe I should tell you that you're going to meet my family. Okay, I admit it. But I just knew you're going to lose your head when I only say about my plans and we'd go crazy before we even get a chance to pack our luggage!' He explained with a sigh. 'You can be angry at me, but honestly John Paul, wouldn't it look like I said, if I told you month ago where are we heading for the vacation?' He didn't reply, but his face softened a bit and Craig took it as a good sign.

'Still I need to change.' He said dauntless at the same time as Craig's mobile phone buzzed signalizing he got a new message. The man reached out for his phone, while John Paul keep talking. 'I don't want her to think I can't afford any decent clothes. Thankfully I took a shirt and a pair of new jeans with myself.'

'Fine. I'd drop you both down at some shop and you can do whatever you want. I'd pick you up for two, maybe three hours. Darren would take you for a lunch, he knows a nice place in the centre of village.' He felt at himself his intensive stare, but he didn't dare to look at him. He just stared back at the screen with clenched jaw, his thumb moved rapidly over the buttons.

'Well, thanks for asking if I'm up for it, Craig.' Darren chimed in sarcastically.

'So you're not going to stay with us?' John Paul's voice filled with sadness and anger.

'I've just got a message, I'm needed somewhere else. I'm sure you can shopping on your own and Darren already get used to sulking, so he wouldn't mind to stay with you.' He replied without uninterested and put his phone back. I'd be back for two hours.'

'What's so important, eh? Or maybe it's another surprise?' John Paul asked sarcastically.

'I'd tell you later, when I come back. Just remember to not spend too much money for new clothes and whatever you want to buy.'

'Whatever.' John Paul snapped and crossed arms against his chest as he fixed his eyes at the window, clearly offended at his boyfriend.

'I just hope you wouldn't stay in mood like that to the end of the vacation.' He muttered and shook his head as John Paul didn't look at him even once. Fine, if he wanted to play like that, let it be!

He was lying on the wet tiles and spitted out the fresh blood from his mouth, when the door opened violently and three persons came inside. One of the nurses rushed toward the tap to turn it off, when someone pulled roughly for his arm and in one quick move put it behind his back. Terrified he began backing off on his knees and hands, trying to keep the balance on the wet floor. Someone swore loudly behind his back, while someone else caught him for his ankle. He wanted to shout, but his stomach was still hurting him after the rough treatment he has got few minutes earlier, and no sounds leave his mouth. Few tears fall down from his eyes as again someone pulled on his ankle and he hid his head in arms, expecting the next blow.

'It's okay, come here.' Someone gently slipped hands under his armpits and helped him to move him on his knees. 'I'm taking you out.' He jerked his head up slightly at the familiar voice and glanced at the man holding him in his arms, before he moved his eyes further to see what was going on around.

'Police! Hands up and turn around!' He stared in disbelief at two coppers in uniforms with guns in hands directed toward nurses. Something soft and warm surrounded him at the same time as familiar tapping reached his ears. He didn't has to wait too long to see doctor Ferrer in her working clothes and with flushed cheeks, watching the whole scene with horror.

'Move toward the wall and don't try to even move from there!' The younger policeman yelled and pointed his gun at the crawling on the floor nurse.

'It's just unbelievable!' Doctor Ferrer yelled and hid her mouth with a hand. 'I don't understand…'

'Me either!' Spike trembled when he felt the pressure on his body and he has been helped to stand up on his shaking legs. 'You can be sure I won't leave it that way! But for now, I'm taking Spike with myself.'

'You can't just take him like that!' She protested. 'He's my patient. He needs professional help…'

'Like this one?' He asked sharply, pointing at the nurses. 'He's not going to stay here any longer and believe me we'd sue your clinic for the way you're threatening your patients!' She was looking like a fish dragged from the water, when Spike felt a gently pressure at his back and he slowly moved toward the door, along with his savior. 'Come on, Spike, I'm taking you home.'

'But how…' He didn't understand what was going on around. How they knew he was there and what nurses have been doing to him? He didn't tell anyone about that…He was feeling like he was watching an action movie.

'You'd pay for that you bastard!' He snuggle into his savior as one of the nurses ran away from the shower room and like a bull moved at the familiar silhouette standing few steps from him. Fortunately he didn't manage to hit him as the man quickly jumped aside, avoiding the blow, and moment later the attacker has been caught in a copper's tight grip.

'It's okay, you're safe now.' He repeated. 'Now, wrap the blanket around yourself. You're all cold.' Spike didn't move only watched with teary eyes his hero who smiled back at him and showed him a thumb.

'Like I said I needed to do something about that.' Teddy said softly. Spike wanted to run toward him, wrap arms around him and tell him how thankful he's for what he has done for him, but he has been again pushed forward.

'Teddy!' He called, but man was already moving away and he only could notice glimpse of his white clothes. Before he could react, he has been pulled into embrace and was lead toward the exit. Doctor Ferrer was still shouting after them, but he didn't care about it anymore. He was free and that was the only thing he cared about.