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Catch me, if you can

He turned on his right side and tried to get back to sleep, when he felt his coverlet moved up from his body and someone snuggled into his back, wrapping arms around his waist. He sighed with content smile on his face and laid his hand on the top of Craig's one.

'Move a little, John Paul. I'm lying on the edge.' Craig mumbled sleepily behind him.

'If I move forward, I'd fall from the bed.' John Paul replied with hoarse voice. 'There's no space for two persons, Craig. It's a single bed.' He reminded him with a small smile.

'I know, that's why tonight we'd move our beds together.'

'And how would you explain it to your mum?' John Paul looked at him above the shoulder. 'She'd hear the noise.'

'I don't know yet, but I'd think about something.' He shrugged, sleepily.

'Maybe we just keep sleeping in our beds, hmm? It's only two weeks, Craig. No big deal.' He said softly, but Craig grunted unhappily in response.

'It is big deal. I won't be freezing for two weeks, because you don't want to move two beds together.' He snapped irate and pulled back from John Paul, deciding he wouldn't fall asleep again. He popped himself into sitting position and reached out for the laptop lying on the floor.

'Are you angry again?' John Paul asked with a deep sigh and turned on his back to might look at his lover. 'It's getting on my nerves.'

'I'm not angry, maybe a bit irate.' Craig replied without taking his eyes from the screen. 'Anyway, I'm not sleepy anymore.'

'So, why don't you move to your bed and let me sleep, huh?' He asked with a smirk and glanced at the clock standing on the night cabinet. 'It's only seven.'

'And I already got new emails.'

'Don't tell me they're from work?' John Paul asked irate, immediately sitting up. 'Craig, you're on the vacation, you can forget about doing any job, now.'

'They're not.' Craig replied shortly and smiled softly as he opened one of the emails and began read it. 'Just give me five minutes to read and answer and then I'd be all yours, okay?'

'It depends on with whom you're writing. You're grinning like an idiot.' John Paul said annoyed, a little jealous.

'I just got an email from Spike.' Craig replied with the same grin, his fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard. 'It's nice to finally hear from him.'

'From Spike?' John Paul frowned, surprised. 'He wrote an email to you?' He looked at him shocked.

'It's just what I said, John Paul.' Craig snorted sarcastically. 'He wrote to me to say he's okay and me and you shouldn't worry about him. He's in good hands and it looks like he's very happy. He doesn't think about drugs anymore and he recently made a good friend in the clinic.' Craig said happy. 'I'm really glad he's feeling better…You're not happy about the fact our friend is feeling better?' His smile dropped down as he looked at John Paul's concerned face. 'What? You're jealous?'

'Don't you find anything strange about the fact Spike sent you email?' He asked carefully, staring back intently at him.

'Everyone writes emails. There's nothing strange about that.' He replied, puzzled.

'Craig, Spike isn't on the school camping, only closed in the clinic.' He reminded him slowly, so he could take a hint. 'If they were making such a fuss about him having his mobile phone, how did he manage to mailed you? There's no computers around the clinic.'

'Well, maybe doctor Ferrer let him write to me from her computer or someone borrow him a laptop?' He suggested, although even for him it sounded stupid.

'You really believe in that?' John Paul asked skeptically with heavy glare.

'Well, if it wasn't doctor Ferrer, then in what different way he could contact with me, eh?' He asked annoyed.

'He's out.' He replied firmly.

'He can't be, John Paul! They'd have to contact with me, before they let him leave the clinic.' He argued.

'Well, so why don't you phone to doctor Ferrer to make sure you're right?' He suggested.

'And what the hell I'd tell her?' He asked annoyed and clapped his laptop down. 'She'd think I'm an idiot!'

'Ask her how's Spike feeling. You know how to lie, Craig, so it shouldn't be any problem for you to say her a few stories.' He smirked. 'Only you can phone to her.'

'Still it'd sound strange.' He sulked.

'Just phone to her and make sure Spike's alright. It wouldn't kill you.' John Paul rolled his eyes at him and laid flat on the bed.

'And what are you going to do in the meantime?' Craig asked annoyed as his boyfriend turned to him with his back.

'Go back to sleep.' He replied with a sly smile and stole the coverlet to wrap it around his body.

'And let me freeze here?' He sulked and looked unfriendly at his back. 'But don't complain later if I'd wear my cardie to the bed!'

'Deal.' Craig stick his tongue out toward him and unhappily reached for his mobile phone.

'I hope you'd freeze your ass out!' He snapped as he got up from the bed to get his suitcase and uncovered man's back. In response John Paul only chuckled and snuggled more under the coverlet.

'Shut up and sit still!' The officer yelled from the corner of the room. 'You're only allowed to answer for detective's questions.'

'It's okay. There's no need to shout at him, I'm sure we can deal with him on our own.' Charlie said calmly as he took a look at the nervous young lad. 'If you need, you can go outside. Me and sergeant Asimov have a hand on the pulse.' He added, afraid the lad might do something stupid, because of his nervousness. He knew everyone were very anxiety if anyone mentions Russian Mafia and about the pack Craig has got recently, but now it was turning out into mass hysteria. They've became very careful in contacts with foreigners and expecting that every pack which arrive at the station it's a potential bomb. That was getting insane.

'I'm fine, Sir.' Young lad muttered and stood still in his corner. 'You can keep going.'

'Well, we would if he began talk!' Tiger Eye snapped annoyed from her seat and looked heavily at their suspect. 'And better for him if he starts, otherwise he'd stay with us for a little longer than he thought.'

'You can't keep me, here.' He protested in his breaking English. 'You don't have nothing against me!'

'Oh, really?' She snorted, noticing the first droplets of sweat on his forehead. 'We have enough statements to lock you up for harassment.'

'What?' He stared at them in disbelief. 'You're bluffing!'

'If we were bluffing we wouldn't took you down again.' Charlie replied with a smirk. 'When people find out you all are on our viewfinder, they quickly start talking. And trust me, we have enough at you and your colleagues, to lock you up for few years.'

'You think that how we found you, eh?' The Russian moved nervously on his chair and gulped hardly. 'So, would you start answering for our questions and tell us something interesting, or should we led you back to the cell?'

'But I know nothing about Behari's murder!' He yelled, losing his courage. 'It wasn't me!'

'Maybe it wasn't you, but one of your brothers did it and I want to know his name.' Tiger Eye said firmly. 'Silence won't help you. Whether you help us or not, we'd find your colleague and then we'd accuse your for concealment of the truth and obstruction of investigation.'

'But I really don't know who did this!' He repeated, desperate. 'It wasn't any of us.'

'Few people statement they heard you threatened with death Mr. Behari and other owners of the shops!' Charlie snapped. 'And we know you have guns.'

'It doesn't mean we killed them!' He protested, all sweaty. 'We've never killed anyone and you know about that! And surely we don't kill kids. Whoever did it, doesn't has a heart.'

'Ah, how sweet. Mafioso with a good heart.' He said mockingly. 'You have a reason to kill Mr. Behari and his family. He was owning you a lot of money…They've been killed from one of your guns. Glock 17. We checked your burrow and know you have a few of them.'

'How many times I need to repeat it wasn't me or any of us?' He asked irate, before his face reddened slightly and he muttered something in Russian as the realization hit him and he slammed his hand angrily on the table. The young officer in doors was already searching for his baton and was in half way to them, when Charlie lifted his hand, giving him a sign to back off. He knew the Russian guy was harmless and the change in his behavior sounded promising.

'Whose fucking Spaniard?' Tiger Eye asking, frowning her eyebrows. 'Tell me.' She demanded.

'I don't know, we just call him Spaniard.' He sighed heavily. 'I only know he was owning us the money and not once was asking our boss an extension of the repayment of the debt.'

'So?' She didn't understand what he has to do with the case.

'He's a good gambler so till he gained the money for boss, he'd kept his eye closed at Spaniard's extended.'

'But I guess he's good pass didn't last long, eh?' Charlie asked with a smirk.

'No, it didn't. He tried his best to get back into his good book, but after few attempts, boss lost his all patience to him and demanded from him to give the all money back to the end of the month.'

'What he has to do with the case?' Tiger Eye asked sharply.

'A lot. He didn't has from where to get money for the boss, so he decided to get them in different way…We weren't taking a part in their discussion, but when I saw Spaniard leaving boss room, I noticed he was keeping a gun under his hoodie and when we asked boss what is he going to do with him, he just said Spaniard found the way to get money for him.'

'So, you think Spaniard killed Behari's family?' Charlie glanced at him skeptically.

'Well, we thought he's going to robe the bank or something like that, but when I think closer, it's possible he could kill them.' He shrugged. 'When people are pressed to the wall, they're capable of anything.'

'Don't you think it sounds a bit, unbelievable? Why on Earth Spanish guy would kill whole Asian family? It doesn't make sense.'

'I'm sure he knows Behari's family! I heard him talking about them!' He said quickly.

'So? It doesn't mean he has to killed them. It can be just one of your fairytales.' Tiger Eye stated, unmoved.

'It isn't! Spaniard exists! He's slim, one head smaller than me, with short, dark hair. He was always wearing old jeans, baggy blouses or black hoodie and orange shawl around his face, so we only could see his eyes. I guess he's about twenty. And talking with a little accent.'

'So how do you know he's a Spaniard, if he has covered his face?' Charlie asked with a frown.

'I don't know! It's just how we call him…Well, he has a dark skin, eh?' He looked unsurely at them.

'Not only Spaniards have dark skin.' He retorted and exchanged looks with Tiger Eye. 'When Spaniard took the gun?

'It has to be a week before the murder.' He replied after short pause. 'Yea, I didn't see him later. He still owns the money…You believe me?' He looked with plead at two sergeants.

'Maybe.' Tiger Eye replied shortly. 'But better for you if you didn't lie to us about this Spaniard guy.'

'I didn't! I swear!'

'Good. For now you're free.' Charlie said unhappy and turned on the chair. 'Officer, would take you back.'

'We're letting him go?' Tiger Eye cocked her eyebrow at his colleague.

'We end our interrogation. He's free.' He stated and heavily raised up from his chair. 'I'm going to phone to Craig and in the meantime ask around about Spaniard guy. If he exists, someone has to seen him.' He ordered and for the last time glance at the young officer whose hands were shaking all his way toward the suspect. 'And I expect to see you after you finish you duty.' He said firmly to the lad, knowing that if he didn't interfere right now, you never know what he would next when he loses his all nerves.

He was heard in the whole flat, but thankfully there was no one around, except Darren fixing something for himself to eat with earphones in his ears and him going back from bathroom to shut his boyfriend up. He violently pushed the door to the entire width and with towel threw by his right shoulder he came in.

'I just fucking doesn't understand why the fuck no one warned me! It was your duty to call me!' Craig yelled to the phone in the middle of his pacing around the tiny room. 'I'm responsible for him!'

'Craig, keep your voice down, I can hear you in the whole flat.' John Paul snapped and threw the towel at his bed.

'Would you mind to close the door?' He asked sharply and gritted his teeth when John Paul simply pushed the door, so it closed with a loud slam. 'Thanks!'

'You're welcome.' He replied with a smirk and sat down at the bed as he decided there was no room for both of them to stand.

'You can be sure, I'd fucking sue you!' Craig barked, flustered. 'You think I care? So you'd be sue twice!' John Paul rolled his eyes for moment feeling sorry for poor woman. He knew how big pain on the ass Craig can be when he falls into one of his moods. 'At least do you know whose that guy is?'

'Craig, calm down. Spike's adult and he has rights to leave the clinic on his own if he has a chance.' He spoke softly to him, but Craig ignored him.

'Oh, great!' He snapped, eyes burning with anger. 'The problem is this guy doesn't exist! Do you hear me? How the fuck you could…Hello? Hello?'

'I guess she doesn't want to talk with you anymore.' John Paul smirked. 'Craig, calm down. I'm sure he's fine, if he wasn't he wouldn't write to you. Maybe he needs to be alone.' He pushed himself from the bed and gently began rub with his hand from his forearm to shoulder, when his boyfriend threw angrily his phone on the floor. 'Maybe they thought there's no need to call you, if they decide he's able to leave the clinic…'

'He shouldn't leave the clinic, that's the whole problem!' He snapped and backed from him as he pulled for his hair. 'I fucking don't believe this!'

'What you mean?' John Paul frowned, confused. 'He couldn't leave without her consent.'

'Well, it looks like he could. She doesn't want to tell me everything, but I know there was some police action in the clinic and during the chaos, Spike has been taken out.' He replied, panting.

'By policemen?'

'No, by his brother!' Craig growled frustrated and slumped down on the bed.

'But Spike doesn't has a brother…' John Paul said unsurely and took a sit across of his boyfriend.

'Exactly!' He snapped. 'And this stupid cow should know about it, but still let him go with a stranger! He let her patient go with a random guy!' He yelled with disbelief.

'Maybe it was someone from department?' John Paul suggested, but Craig shook his head.

'Once there was already a letter for Spike from his brother.' He said quietly, almost scared.

'Craig, Mitchell is dead and no one else has anything against Spike.' John Paul said firmly. 'I'm sure it's only coincidence. If he was kidnapped he wouldn't write to you…'

'You think so?' He snorted, staring at him deeply. 'Because I think he could be forced to write an email to me to lull my vigilance.'

'Okay, I think you're overacting, right now.' He said softly and gently grabbed his hands to hold them. 'You need to calm down, Craig. We can always call Charlie or Bridget and ask them to check what exactly happened there. We could get a description of this guy and know for whom we're searching for…Maybe it's only his old friend.'

'They even don't know he was in the clinic.' He sighed heavily and closed his eyes as John Paul began gently rubbed his hands. 'We need to find the other way…As a superintendent, I guess I have contact with other stations and can get an information about what's happened in the clinic.' He added quietly, making him smile.

'I'm sure you have Craig.' He kissed his temple. 'Do you want us to come back?'

'No course not.' He shook his head. 'I don't want to cancel our vacation, but I can't promise I wouldn't try from here to set up what's going on with Spike.'

'It's okay, I understand.' John Paul nodded, although he couldn't help but feel a little jealous about how emotionally Craig reacted at the news. Just like he'd feel something for him…

'I only love you.' Craig suddenly said quietly, staring deeply into his eyes, like he read in his mind. John Paul smiled ghostly and with a little teary eyes wrapped his arms around his lover.

'I love you too, Craig.' He whispered. 'I'm sure everything's gonna be fine. We'd find Spike, I promise you.' They kept sat like that for few minutes, gently rocking in each other arms, and whispering soothing, loving words to ears. They didn't know that on the other side of the door was standing with a tray in hands Darren and he has heard their each word.

He felt the pressure on his shoulder and didn't has choice like sit down at the old chair in the corner of the room and watched how the man was fighting with an old electrical installation before he could turn on the computer on the desk in front of him. He squeezed his eyes as the white screen from the Word appeared on the monitor, blinding him a bit as for the most of the time his eyes have been got used to the darkness as they hadn't switched on even a one lamp since he has been brought here.

'Where are we?' He asked with hoarse voice.

'In a safe place.' He replied softly and with forefinger patted the screen of the monitor. 'Now, I'd like you to write a letter to Craig and tell him how happy you're and that everything's fine with you.'

'For what?'

'For me.' He smiled slightly. 'I'd send it to Craig later. I don't think we both want him to know where are you, right?' he wanted to argue, but he knew he was already in a lost position. He didn't recognize the neighborhood, let alone knew anyone, here. He was depended on him.

'And you think he'd believe in that?' He glanced at him skeptically. 'He'd get suspicious.'

'So write it good enough, to make him believe, Spike. It shouldn't be a big problem for you.'

'I'd lie.' He argued, but there was no chance for any discussion with him.

'Well, if you have to.' He shrugged. 'Now, get back to your work, and the quicker you finish, the sooner we'd be at the place. I don't want to stay here too long.' He smiled and rubbed his shoulder, before disappeared in the darkness.

'If I only know where are we heading.' He mumbled to himself and unsurely moved his numb fingers toward the keyboard. He didn't know what he wants to write to make him believe he was fine, but he knew he should do it.