[Find an Excuse to Watch an Old Film]
It had been another one of those weeks – another child washed up dead on the banks of the river Clyde, endless paedophiles and perverts walking through their interrogation rooms describing how the MO of the crime did not fit their jerking off material before finally she had became a recluse in her office. The whiskey glass resting on her desk had been sat untouched for the last three hours, her face buried in her hands as she just tried to breathe through it. It had been bad when she was a WPC but now it seemed like for every homicide you got involving an adult, there were six more involving a child. It was all too much really.
There was a slight tap on her door and she knew who it was instinctively, her heart skipped a beat and a smile chipped itself onto her tired expression. "Come in," she beckoned lightly.
"We've got him, Karen." Burke's soft voice said the minute he walked through the door, the same grim expression highlighting the features on his face that she had grown to love. "He's sweating in a cell downstairs waiting for transport." He promised before coming round the desk and cupping her face with his hands, his lips brushing a small kiss to the top of her head. "It's all over."
"For this time," she corrected him, dashing through his optimism and feeling like a bitch for doing so. "I'm sorry, Burke. I'm just so tired of all of this and at this precise moment I just want to be alone."
"Well how about being alone with me?"
She found herself laughing, her head shaking slightly. "Burke love, don't you think that defeats the purpose of being alone."
"Nope. We'll sit in a dark room, you cuddled into my side and we'll watch an old film in complete silence. You can be alone with your thoughts, I can be alone with mine and we'll have the company of the greatest actors ever known to man." Despite her earlier rotten mood, a sudden happiness started to fill up inside of her as she nodded her head in agreement. "I do say that the only time we'll argue is deciding what film to watch." She laughed, remembering the performance they always had when it came to picking a film.
"Casablanca?"
"We saw that last time."
"Okay. How about The Sound of Music?"
"Never in a million years, sunshine."
"The Maltese Falcon?"
"How about something not crime related?"
She nodded her head in agreement with that one before smiling. "How about a John Wayne classic?" A smile crept on his face too as together they said, "True Grit," and with that, an old film had been selected and plans had been set in motion. It was also another example of happy she secretly was that Burke had decided to 'romance' her.