Author : Skye. [tommykayketchup//Skuzzeh]

Disclaimer : I don't own Skins or anything I write about.

Notes:

Sometimes; to adhere to Fanfiction rules, I've had to edit my stories - to see unedited versions of any of my fics please check my livejournal page; skuzzeh.

The predominantly main character in this fic is Effy– every second chapter will be from Effy's point of view; other character chapters will appear at various times.

Chapter Two; Cook.

'Why am I 'ere for? I don't need fuckin' therapy. I ain't a nutcase, y'know.'

He banged his fist down on the table hard causing the mugs of tea to spill over.

'You've been through a trauma. It's policy that we check you out, plus Detective Inspector Jones wants us to help interview you...word going around that you're not the most helpful of citizens around town…'

On the other side of the table there were two men.

A very solemn looking man with a moustache and a journal, the other was the detective.

If he wasn't such a weedy man, he'd look rather frightening in his uniform.

'Check me out for what though. I didn't attack the girl…'

He said pleading his innocence.

'No, but you didn't attempt to save her though, did you? Why was that? A poor defenceless girl getting murdered…and you didn't bat an eyelid.

'Because, reckon she got what's coming to her, to be fuckin fair.'

'Why do you think that?'

'Cus she's a whore. Everyone knows it. She fucked everyone around.'

'She deserves to die because of that, does she? You've never made mistakes at all?'

'Look, Ef had it under control. Why I let her carry on, innit. She was gonna sort it.'

'Sort it.' The inspector said repeating his words softly. 'She 'sorts it' a lot then, does she?'

Cook lets out a sigh.

He's obviously not going to win with these men.

They're like Jedi's.

The three sets of eyes were angrily locked onto each other; Cook's eyes swapping occasionally from the two men across from him and back again.

James was sitting down defensively, arms across his chest.

His trademark scowl plastered over his face.

The men opposite him were sitting calmly.

One picked up his cup of tea and gladly sipped; his eyes not moving from Cook's; a little smirk playing on his lips.

He know he had caught Cook by the short hairs.

The other scribbled down on a piece of paper frantically.

'Look. When do I get to leave 'ere?'

'When you tell us what happened?'

'I don't fuckin know. I didn't do it, I wasn't paying attention, was I?'

'I don't know James. Were you?'

'It was a fucking club. Quality tunes playing. I was talking to some fit bird who was resting 'er hand on me balls. Why would I be paying that much attention to what Effy was getting upto.'

'This girl who you was talking to, would she back you up as a witness?'

'I duno. Maybe. Have to find her first.'

'You don't have a name, a number?'

'Course I don't. Picked 'er up in the bar, and we chatted. Didn't get to the good stuff cus I 'ad to tear Effy away, didn't I?'

The men didn't bother to respond.

The shorter man continued to write down notes into his journal, and the other kept the staring contest continued.

'Look. Ef did it. Not me.'

'I thought you and...' the man stops to look at his notes. 'Elizabeth Stonem were friends?'

'Yeah, we are.'

'Then why are you so determined to drop her in it?'

'I ain't done anything. She did. Fair's fair, right?'

'If you say so, James.'

'You're free to go for the time being. Don't leave town. We might need to talk to you later.'

'Yeah, yeah whatever.'

'Interview suspended at 05.34am.'

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