Hello. After a veeery long break, I'm back with a new chapter. I'm very sorry I do not update frequently my stories, anymore, but as I mentioned, I have a hard time from few months, and firstly I need to deal with the problems of RL, before I focus on writing. I'd try my best to post another chapters sooner, but I can't promise anything, yet.

Demons are hiding everywhere. You just don't notice them.

The piece of pipe fall down on the concrete floor with a loud tap when careless kid has stepped on it. Doubled laughter resounded in the abandoned building as the child wrapped his arms around the other stable part of pipe to save himself from fall down. He breathed with relief and took a few steps back until he was back on the metallic, solid platform.

'Buu!' The boy cried and jumped scared as another child's voice shouted behind his back, and wrapped arms around his middle. 'You almost pissed on your own pants!' He croaked.

'Devon, you idiot!' He snapped and nudged with elbow the other boy in the ribs. 'You scared me to the death!'

'I know, but it was worth to see your mine!' He chuckled and moved toward the metallic stairs at the end of the platform. 'Come on, chicken, Joey and Malcolm are waiting for us downstairs. They brought water guns with themselves.' He grinned excitedly and jumped down a few steps.

'I don't know if it's a good idea. What if someone shows up and call police?' He asked worried, didn't want his parents to know where's exactly he's playing after school. 'My dad would kill me!'

'No one's coming, here.' Malcolm replied from the downstairs and kicked the piece of concrete. 'The building it's abandoned from years and I've never met anyone. Go down and we can start play.'

'Do you have the bottles with water? We don't want to lose all ammunition before we start play properly.' Devon grinned as the both boys walked down.

'We have everything.' Joey nodded with a cheeky grin and handed each boy for two bottles. 'Malcolm would give you the guns and then we'd take our positions. As you see the place is huge and there's a lot of places we can hide.'

'You think it's safe, here? I almost fall down.'

'Well, no one told you to go there.' Devon snapped and rolled his eyes, annoyed with the boy's uncertainty. 'We'd just play downstairs, so you don't have to worry about falling down anywhere, until you put a foot on something.' The other boys croaked, making him blush. 'So, are we ready?' He looked over boys faces as he grabbed his water gun.

'Sure, but we need to choose the area to play. Maybe it'd start from that boxes?' Malcolm suggested. 'Come on, chicken. Go and stand there until I find the piece of chalk or something like that.' He ordered and nodded at Joey. 'You go toward that old machine on the right.'

'Why we just don't find the chalk and mark the area together? What's the point in standing, there? You exactly see the all places from there.' The boy chimed in, puzzled.

'Because I said so!' Malcolm snapped, didn't like when someone's trying to undermine his orders. 'Move on, chicken!'

'Would you just stop calling me like that? I'm not a chicken!' He scowled flustered, but boys only laughed at him and moved to their own positions, while Malcolm began to look around to find something to draw. The boy stood next to the huge wall of boxes and put the bottles with water down as he unhappily waited for further orders. He kicked the small stone with a wry smile and his eyes followed its track until it collided with some pink material. Curious, he moved a bit back to have a better look at his discovery, and frowned surprised.

'You said no one's using this place!' He shouted.

'Because that's true!' Malcolm shouted back and rolled his eyes. 'Alright, guys, I think I got something.' He smiled with gloat as he picked up something from the floor.

'But I found a shoe. It looks like a new one.' He continued and shifted nervously on his feet.

'What kind of shoe?' Devon asked interested and left his place to join the other boy.

'It's a woman shoe. It has a heel and it's pink.' The boy replied and moment later other boys joined him and looked down at the pink boot on the high-heel pushed in between boxes. 'Someone has to be here, but why she left a shoe?'

'Maybe someone didn't like them and dropped them, in here?' Devon suggested with a shrug. 'Maybe we'd look around and try to find the second shoe? If we got it we could sell them off and get enough money to buy the new guns.' His eyes lightened up with excitement. 'They look like a new one.'

'I'm not sure if I want to look after it.' The boy muttered. 'Maybe someone would like to take them back? Besides it's a strange place to leave the shoes.'

'If you want you can go back to home, no one's holding you, there.' Joey snapped. 'But we're going to search for another shoe.' The boy bite down on his low lip in frustration. He didn't know how to come back to the home on his own and they exactly knew about that. He was somehow independent on them and he didn't like that feeling.

'So, where we start?' He asked without enthusiasm.

'The other shoe has to be somewhere close. We need to look around and between the boxes. Come on, we don't want to lose all our time for that.' Malcolm decided and walked further into boxes as the first.

'Yea, we need to do that before it gets dark here, otherwise our chicken would piss into his pants!' Devon croaked and playfully punched the boy on the arm.

'I told you to stop… Malcolm?' He frowned as his eyes stopped at the other boy who suddenly paled and with opened mouth was staring at something hidden behind another wall of boxes. 'Everything's alright?' He asked softly, but boy only moved his dry lips a few times like he was trying to say something, but any words left his mouth.

'What's now?' Joey barked when the water gun slipped off from Malcolm's fingers and fall down with a loud tap on the floor. He muttered something under his breath and heavily walked over his colleague to see what caught his attention so badly. He barely followed his stare, when almost girlish scream left his mouth and he backed off like something was trying to jump at him.

'What the hell are you doing?' Devon ran at screaming boy and grabbed him by arms to shake him. 'Calm down, Joey! Some rat scared you, or what?' But it wasn't a rat what had scared them. The other boy stood on Malcolm's right and his eyes widened as he took a look at the scene in front of them. There was a woman half-sitting, half-lying on the concrete wall with raised up to the thighs tight skirt and with pale forearms tied with a heavy chain to the pillar she has been leaned on. Her black hair was covering her face so they couldn't see her right, but bloody welts on her legs, big stain of blood on her tight, bright top and the puddle of dark blood under her body, convinced them, that she has to be already dead.

Suddenly building was resounding with terrified screams.

There was something comforting about being in the same room as Darren, although he couldn't be with him as close he'd like to be. Myra pushed herself between them on the couch with flower patterns on it before he could say a word and he didn't has a choice like accept her terms. In the end it was her house and the last word belongs to her.

'John Paul didn't tell me anything about you cancelling your wedding.' Myra broke the silence as the first when her daughters sat down in armchairs and she served her guests homemade apple pie with cream. There was something harsh in the way she said it, like she didn't trust Darren, because her lovely son hadn't mention anything about that unexpected move of the things, so there was no other explanation like to think Darren was lying to them. Spike didn't like her tone of voice and was a bit annoyed with the way she was acting around the other man, didn't let him explain anything. She has just stated he's not good enough for Spike and she stubbornly would stick with it, wouldn't take anything into account.

'It was a sudden decision between me and Hannah. No one knows yet, that we cancelled our wedding.' He answered calmly and casted a glance toward Spike like he was searching for approval in his eyes and something that would tell him he's believing him.

'So no one knows?' Mercedes arched her eyebrow surprised. 'Well, that's for sure would be a one big surprise for everyone. Shame I can't see their faces.' She chuckled like she found it amusing.

'I don't think there's anything to laugh about.' Myra reprimanded her immediately, not in the mood for jokes. 'And you both should behaved responsibly and informed everyone about the change of your plans. Only cowards behave that way.' She scowled at him, her cheeks flustered.

'Like I said it was a sudden decision, and besides I didn't want to say anything until I make sure I have a chance at Spike.' He said quietly, almost ashamed, like he has said something unforgivable and wrong. He tried to caught Spike's eyes behind Myra's back, but he turned his head away.

'Does anyone know you're here?' Spike finally asked almost in whisper, staring ahead at the fireplace. 'Hannah?'

'No, I didn't say anyone a word about you staying at Myra's house.' He quickly assured them as he noticed the woman took the long breath and got a bit of color on her cheeks, probably ready to explode with anger. 'And no one knows I'm here, either. Even Hannah.'

'At least there's one thing you thought about.' Myra said drily and took a look at the coffee-table. 'Why you don't eat the cake? It's a very good one.' She looked over their faces.

'Because it's made by you?' Mercedes asked mockingly with a sly smile.

'No, because it's a good one.' Myra said firmly and blushed slightly. 'Darren, try it.' She almost ordered, and the man moved at the end of his seat to might be able to reach the table. To be honest the last thing he needed right now, it's to stuff himself with the piece of cake, but he decided to not irate Myra and hoped to get some few extra points at her for being polite.

Using the occasion, Spike tilted over and similarly reached out for the same piece of cake, so their hands met together over it. Darren laid his hand at the top of his and smiled softly under his nose, feeling like a teenager again.

It felt nice for Spike to feel his warm, strong hand on his own, and be able to look again into his dark eyes and see understanding he has been looking for the last months, closed in the clinic. His heart lapped in his chest, and he knew he was lost.

'There's your plate, love.' Myra said sharply and unceremoniously pushed their hands away before she handed a plate with a piece of cake to Spike and looked at him heavily like he committed a big crime. He smiled under his nose as he noticed frustration in Darren's eyes and how reluctantly he moved on his old place. 'Mercedes, don't eat everything! Leave something for your brother!' She scowled as her older daughter reached out for another piece of cake.

'He wouldn't come back until tomorrow's morning. It's shame to waste it.' She stated with a smirk and took a big spoon of the cream, before she slowly licked it off, to irritate her mother.

'Well, it wouldn't be me who won't fit into any dress, so you're right, why do I bother.' She replied with a smirk and threw her spoon with a rattle on the plate.

'I'd like to talk with Spike.' Darren said loud enough to be heard by anyone, and strong enough to let them know that he wasn't asking for consent but was only informing them about his plans.

'You can do that, love. I didn't say you can't talk with him.' Myra replied with a shrug, pretending she didn't know what exactly he meant by that.

'But I'd like to do it without you sitting between us.' He continued dauntless, staring intently at her. 'And in more private place.'

'We can go to the kitchen if you're too shy to talk with him in our presence.'

'I'm not shy, only want to talk with him about things touching our matters, not yours.' He guessed he has to said it a bit too harsh, judging by Myra's face, but since she hadn't try to bite his head off or told him to get out, he knew he didn't cross the line yet. 'Besides I don't want you to push on Spike when we'd be talking.' He added bravely and looked at her knowingly.

'I don't have to do it. He has his own mind and knows what's he doing.'

'I really think me and Darren should talk privately.' Spike chimed in, wanting to end this pointless discussion. 'Don't be mad, Myra, but there're some things we need to discuss alone.' He said softer and gently rubbed a hand over her arm as he looked at her almost with pleading.

'In that case you should go to Spike's room.' Mercedes suddenly stated. 'You could talk about whatever you need without being bothered.' She smiled slyly, noticing how her mother tensed.

Of course Myra wasn't happy with the direction of the events, but still she couldn't tell Spike who he can or can't bring to his room. In the end he was an adult man and know what's he doing, and she didn't has rights to give him any lecturers. Although she'd like to give him one or two.

'Very well. But if something wrong happens or you'd need something, love, I'd be here or in my bedroom.' She turned toward Spike with a slight sigh. 'And we'd keep an eye on you, Darren, so don't try any tricks.' She warned him and waggled a finger at the older man, who only smiled in response and raised up from the couch. 'In the meantime I'd prepare a bed for you.'

'There's no need for that, Myra.' Spike spoke up softly and licked his lips nervously as she glared at him heavily. 'We'd spend the whole night on talking. As you know we have a lot of things to discuss.' He explained quickly, before she goes into some conclusions.

'I'm sure I can wait with sleep till the next morning.' Darren assured her with forced smile and moved closer toward the other man, feeling more confident in his company.

'Fine, do what you want. But I don't want to hear tomorrow, that Spike is feeling bad, again.' She pointed out a finger at Darren. 'He needs to rest.'

'I'd be fine, Myra.' Spike smiled softly at her and, to her dismay, grabbed surprised Darren by a hand before he made his way toward the stairs. 'This way.'

'Goodnight.' Darren muttered and willingly followed his old friend upstairs, all the way feeling at himself Myra's burning gaze. He breathed with relief as they left the stairs and Spike leaded him along the narrow corridor, until he pushed one of the doors and asked him to come in.

'Sit down on the bed and we can talk.' Spike said quietly with his back toward Darren, as he suddenly lost courage to face him, and the view of the tree behind the window seemed to be more interesting. He nervously rubbed the skin on his right hand as the door closed with a gently tap and he knew they were completely alone. He didn't know what to say or to do about what he wants to ask him. What if Darren changes his mind, again? Would his heart survive it?

'Spikey…' He closed his eyes as the soft whisper touched his ears and he felt that man approached him slowly and was only few feet away from him. He could feel his breath on his neck, smell his aftershave, feel his burning skin under his fingers.

He was overwhelmed.

'Sit down, I…' He slowly, almost scared, turned around to face Darren. He has to took a deep breath as he realized how very close he was to him. He shivered when Darren lifted his hand and gently traced the bruises and cuts on his face.

'What they've done to you?' Darren asked in a soft whisper and cupped his right cheek with tenderness in his eyes.

'It's nothing. Darren, please, stand back.' He whimpered, but didn't protest when other man moved closer and pulled him into tight embrace. Spike let his head rest on his shoulder and he closed his eyes as the familiar smell of aftershave filled his nostrils. He knew it was too risky to let Darren hold him like that as it easily could lead them to another thing which they'd regret later. But the problem is, he was too weak to fight with his own feelings and needs.

'Is it still hurt you?' His hot breath tickled the skin behind his ear as he whispered softly into his ear. His warm hands were making circles over Spike's back, making him feel better with every touch.

'Only a bit.' He admitted quietly with a small shrug of his shoulders. 'Like I said, it's nothing.' He pulled back from the man and was going to approach the window, when Darren gently grabbed for his left wrist and pulled him back. 'Darren, no…' He protested, but the other man already grabbed his face, and moved his own closer, as he began kiss gently the all bruises and cuts he found on his face. He knew he should pull himself together to fight with him, but he just couldn't do it. 'We shouldn't…' He whispered when Darren's hands slipped down from his face only to wrap them around his waist, so he could gently guide him toward the bed.

'Of course we shouldn't.' He stated with a smirk before he pushed Spike on the bed and climbed on top of him to pull him into another kiss, before he began protest again. 'I've missed you.' He whispered as he kicked out the trainers from his feet and moved his lips along his jaw line, before nuzzled his face into the croak of his neck.

'Me too.' Spike admitted quietly and wrapped arms around his lover.

Journalists were the last thing she'd think about to see in that forgotten by God place, but they again surprised her. Few familiar faces of old stagers stuck in their vans with gloomy faces passed by the window as she drove her car toward the old, abandoned factory placed at the end of the narrow, stone road. She parked outside the high fence eaten by corrosion, and passed by the gate before she walked under the yellow tape and joined the rest of her team inside of the building. She squeezed her eyes as the flash of the camera blinded her for a short moment.

'You managed to get on the place, then, Sarge!' Familiar, freckles face adorned with cheeky smile appeared in front of her unexpectedly, making her take a step back.

'It looks like that, Moore.' She replied with a shrug and looked toward the small group of police officers with Danny at the top. 'So, what we have, here?'

'Dead, young woman. Probably another prostitute.' She sighed heavily, already knowing what that meant. 'It looks like she has been tortured before she has been strangled.'

'Who found her?' She asked as she looked around the collapsing factory. 'The place doesn't look like someone is working in it anymore.' She noted and shivered as the small object, probably rat, passed quickly by her right foot.

'Indeed.' Moore nodded. 'The factory has been closed forty years ago and since then there's no use for it.'

'But someone found her.' She reminded him firmly and looked at him heavily.

'Local kids are using this place as a playground. Few boys were going to play in paintball or something like that, when they came across the body. They live down the road, in the village, so they quickly run back to one of the boy's house and told their parents about their discovery. Then they called us. Don't worry, Sarge, they're already under psychologist care.'

'Very good, Moore.' She nodded and reached for the pair of plastic gloves tucked into the back pocket of her jeans. 'I guess she doesn't has any documents with herself?'

'That's right, Sarge.' Moore confirmed and followed her further inside of the building to look closer at the dead woman. 'I warn you that the view doesn't belong to the most beautiful.' He added with a grimace.

'Mr. I Know Everything Better isn't with you, yet?' Danny asked sarcastically when he only spotted the familiar sergeant and slipped the plastic gloves off his hands.

'He's still on the vacation.' She replied with a smirk and shivered as her eyes spotted a young woman half sitting, half lying on the concrete floor, tied with a chain to the column she was leaning against on. She felt sick as she noticed red, wide streaks of blood covering everything around victim's body. She didn't remember when the last time she saw such a thrilling crime scene like this one. 'We need to take her fingerprints to check who she is.' She ordered, wanting to get out from the building as quickly it was possible.

'It's not possible.' Danny said deadpanned and rubbed his nose.

'Why not?' She asked puzzled and moved her eyes from Danny to shuffling nervously on his feet Moore.

'Her hands and eyes have been removed, so there's nothing to check.' Danny explained with a deep sigh. 'It's almost impossible to identity her.'

'Jesus…' She whispered and turned with her back to the body, feeling the upcoming nausea. 'Was she…?' She stuttered and looked at pathologist, not sure if she really wants to know the whole truth.

'It looks like it happened after.' He replied, knowing what she was asking about. 'But the other cuts have been made when she was alive.'

'I thought we could give the picture of her to newspaper. Maybe someone would recognize her.' Moore suggested shyly behind her back.

'Right…Help Danny and boys take the body down the station, and give a picture of her face to draftsman. In the meantime, I'll call Craig. We need him here.' She decided after a quick glance at the body. 'Is there anyone else from our department on the place?' She turned toward Moore.

'Only sergeant York. He went down the village to ask residents if they saw anything strange last week.'

'We need more people to find that bastard before he strikes again.' She muttered and fished for her mobile phone. She was going to diall Craig's number when she spotted sergeant York making his way toward her with gloomy face.

'I'm taking you already saw that mess, Bridget.' He smiled slyly and approached her.

'That's the reason, I'm here.' She replied and looked expectedly at the young man. 'Do you have anything, Willy?'

'The factory isn't a very frequented place, and since it's open all the time, everyone could do it.'

'How far this place is from Clearwater?' There was any reason, yet, to be sure the killer was the same person who killed the prostitute not long time ago, but a red lamp lit up in her head when she only has seen the crime scene.

'About 8 miles.' He replied and moved a hand through his blonde hair. 'You know what that means if it's the same killer?'

'That we're dealing with a serial killer who will strikes again.' She replied gloomily. 'Just what we need right now…'

Most of guests were already dozing and gently snoring whenever they have found the empty space to lay down, and only a few survivors went outside to get a fresh air and sober a bit, or occupied the nearest toilets. Bottles rattled a bit when the soft music filled the pub and Craig grabbed him for a hand before he pulled him toward the centre of the room.

'You're totally waste or mad.' John Paul stated surprised as his lover pulled him into embrace and they slowly began to dance. 'I thought you wanted to be discreet about our relationship.' He added in a soft whisper.

'Just look at them all. They even don't know where they're, let alone they would remember anything tomorrow morning.' Craig replied with a snort and pulled him closer. 'Besides I don't remember if we ever dance, so that's a good opportunity to catch up with it.' He grinned.

'We'll step on someone.' John Paul chuckled slightly and kept looking at his feet.

'Don't bother with them. If you break some leg or hand, it's Darren who would pay for everything as it's his party, not yours.'

'How nice of you.' John Paul said with a roll of his eyes. 'But I have to worry you.' He added with a straight face.

'What's happened?' Craig's eyebrows raised in surprise, the shadow of fear crossed his face. 'You're leaving me?' John Paul laughed sincerely and pulled back a bit from his lover to look at his shocked face. 'What's so funny about that?' The older man asked annoyed, confused with his boyfriend strange behavior.

'You think I'd like to meet with your mother and siblings if I want to leave you?' He asked softly with indulgent smile.

'Well, I believe there's a high risk that after meeting with my family, you wouldn't like to have anything to do with me.' Craig shrugged and looked at him with puppy eyes, reminding John Paul a lost boy. It melted his heart.

'The same I can tell about mine family.' He retorted with a chuckle. 'You're my the first boyfriend who didn't run away with scream after dinner with my mum and Jackie.'

'I found you worth that risk, that's all.' He replied simply with a shrug, like it was obvious thing. In a blink smile on John Paul's face faded as he looked straight into his chocolate eyes, and moment later his eyes became glassy. 'What's wrong did I say this time?' He asked puzzled.

'I love you.' John Paul whispered, one tear rolling down his alabaster cheek.

'I love you, too.' Craig returned with a slight smile, wrapped arms back around is boyfriend's waist and rested his chin on taller man's shoulder. He didn't get John Paul's reaction at all, but he guessed he did something good.

'You're letting me to take a lead in dance?' John Paul asked with a smirk, didn't expect that from his lover.

'Can't you just stop talking for five minutes?'

'I guess I can…' John Paul shrugged with a grin and pulled his lover closer. He could swear that when they began swayed, he saw Charlie showing him a thumb up, as he leaned his back against counter, with a hat put at the top of his head.

He gently moved his fingers over his hand, until they fingers entangled and he felt a soft kiss at the top of his head. He couldn't help the small smile slowly forming on his lips as he scooted closer to other man. It was the place he has wished to be in…But he had his doubts. Like they say, it was too beautiful to be truth. There has to be something else, and it's only matter of time to destroy the moment between them two.

'How can I be sure, you're saying me the truth?' He finally asked in a soft whisper. 'Maybe you're already married.'

'Well, do you see a wedding band on my finger, then?' Darren asked amused and stretched his fingers out. 'Well, do you see it?'

'No.' Spike muttered and blushed slightly. 'But you always could hide it somewhere.' He suggested.

'Feel free to check me, then.' The man said with a grin and spread his arms to offer his body to his lover. 'You can check my whole clothes.' His grin widened and eyebrows moved suggestively up and down.

'I wouldn't dig so deep.' Spike replied with a snort and leaned on his right elbow to give his old lover heavy glare.

'I wouldn't mind.' Darren teased and crossed arms under his head.

'You changed.' Spike stated with a serious face, watching the man closely. It wasn't the same Darren Osborne he has met almost year ago.

'I've just realized some things…some feelings.' He replied softly as he caught Spike's eyes. 'I can't stop thinking about you.'

'But what now?' He sighed heavily and laid a hand on the man's chest. 'You want to fool around or thinking about something serious? I need to know.'

'I want to try to be with you. As a couple, I mean.' Darren replied quietly and squeezed the hand resting on his chest. 'I don't want to regret that I didn't try, to the rest of my life.'

'You want to play with me, and then when you get boring, leave me.' Spike said sharply.

'No, it's not like that!' He quickly assured him and pulled himself into sitting position to grab the man for arms, before he moved back from him. 'I'm sure of my feelings toward you. The only problem is, that I don't know if I'm ready to do such a big step, like have a boyfriend. It's something new for me, and I just don't know if I could…'

'I won't push you into anything you wouldn't be ready for.' Spike said softly and tenderly stroked his cheek. 'I can be really patient.' He smiled.

'Thank you.' He whispered and took a hold of his hand, before placed a kiss on it. 'You don't have any idea how I missed you for those all months.'

'Believe me, I know.' He smiled sadly and rested his head on Darren's shoulder.

'Oy, where's Darren?' Craig rubbed the remains of the sleep from his eyes and reluctantly pushed his legs down the table, so he could sit on it and check what was going on around. He felt John Paul's knee pushing painfully on his small back, as the man was probably still sleeping behind him. Unconsciously he looked around the pub trying to catch a familiar face.

'He's taking a walk, or went to see Hannah.' The voice sounded like Jake, but Craig couldn't find him. Maybe he was in toilet or lay behind the bar.

'Oh, come on, it's his stag-party and he want out to see his bird?'

'I don't know, and I really don't care. My head would explode in a minute.' This growl definitely belonged to Jake, but he still couldn't see him. Instead he spotted Charlie with a hat crooked rakishly on his head. He grinned drunkenly when he noticed Craig, too, and immediately made his way toward him.

'You are alive?' He asked with a chuckle, but Craig didn't look impressed.

'What is all about?'

'Darren disappeared somewhere.' He replied with a shrug, didn't give impression he was worrying about his colleague. 'Probably he just crashed somewhere and would be back soon.' He stated and waved a hand.

'I need to find him.' Craig mumbled and scratched his head.

'Give him a rest! He's old enough to do what he wants, and besides you even don't know where he could go.' Charlie rolled his eyes and patted his shoulder. 'Better help me bring a life to Fred.'

'Fred is your problem, not mine.' Craig said firmly and turned back when John Paul moved behind his back and patted him. 'What?' He asked annoyed.

'Your bloody phone is buzzing. I can't sleep.' John Paul complained with still closed eyes.

'It has to be your bloody phone, because I don't feel anything.' Craig replied as he moved hands over his body.

'You left it In your shirt. It's under my head.' His boyfriend muttered.

'Thanks a lot, John Paul, for drooling saliva on my clean shirt.' He sulked annoyed as he finally noticed his favorite shirt, all creased under the man's head. 'Give it to me!' The younger man mumbled something under his nose, but handed it to his lover.

'My pleasure.' He replied with a smirk and rolled on his back as he decided to go back to sleep, even when his pillow has been taken away. Craig removed his mobile phone and cocked his eyebrow as he saw fifteen missing calls from Bridget.

'What the hell she wants from me? She knows we were partying last night and I'm out of work, till Darren's wedding.'

'Ah, you mean, Bridget?' Charlie asked with a grin. 'Yea, I know. She want us to go down at the station. There was another murder last night I guess. Or something like that.'

'What?' John Paul immediately sat down and looked surprised at his colleague from above Craig's shoulder. 'Another murder?'

'Yea, another prostitute.' Charlie sighed. 'There's going to be a big mess. I feel it in my bones.'

'Shit!' Craig growled and hid face in his hands. 'Serial killer it's the last thing we need right now.'

'What are you going to do, Craig?' John Paul asked quietly.

'I'd phone to Bridget and ask what they already set up and what we have. If there is a need, tomorrow I'd meet with them and leave the orders… And remember, to not tell Darren about this. If he hears about the case, he would do everything to move the wedding to another day.'

'He'd be angry…'

'I don't care. He's on the vacation and the only thing he should think about its Hannah and his wedding. Do you understand me?' Craig asked harshly and moved his eyes from one man to another.

'Like always.' John Paul muttered and turned with his back to his boyfriend, feeling angry at him. If he thought Craig changed a bit, now he knew he was wrong.