Sleep?

Sandra stood in the shower, hoping that the inevitable jet-lag wouldn't kick in. She hated it and rarely travelled abroad because of it. Spending time in another country, to her mind should be fun. The first twenty four hours of the trip should not be spent feeling like death warmed over. She let the hot water hit her shoulders, glad that the hot water seemed to be soothing her muscles at least. Her thoughts turned to the team back in London. She just hoped Sasha was able to keep them on the straight and narrow.

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Gerry opened his suitcase, looking for clean clothes and the files they had brought with them. He knew Sandra had the files on a memory stick somewhere but he didn't really trust new fangled electronics. He knew his daughters would tease him, but he was old school. Paper and pen were unbeatable in his mind. Computers got hacked or had infections. Viruses he smirked as he reminded himself. He picked out a clean shirt, relieved when it didn't need ironing.

"Sandra! You gonna be in there all day?" He yelled as the bathroom door cracked open.

"Shut up, Gerry." She stepped past him looking as immaculate as usual. Gerry huffed before taking his turn in the pathetically small shower.

xxxxxx

"Gerry called." Dan announced as the remaining members of the team began to prepare to finish for the day. Jack looked up.

"Oh? They got there ok then."

"Yeah." Dan smirked as Ted pretended to look innocent.

"Everything ok?" Sasha pulled her coat on over her suit. "Steve? What did you do?"

"Me? Nothing." He laughed as Steve shook his head. "Don't look at me!"

"Saved UCOS some money. That's all." Ted tried not to laugh as Brian and Jack exchanged glances.

"Edward Case! You didn't!"

Ted smiled broadly. "Booked one double room rather than two singles? I may have. Oh come on! They are useless, it's just a gentle shove in the right direction." He picked up his car keys. "Are we going to the pub or what?"

xxxx

The sun beat down on the Gold Coast as Sandra stepped out of the taxi. Gerry paid the driver as she headed into the police station. He was already trying to keep up with her as she turned to face him.

"Come on, Gerry. Inspector Donovan is waiting for us."

He lifted one hand before jogging after her. A young blonde woman in her early 40s appeared in the reception area of the police station as Gerry was moaning about how hot he was.

"Detective Superintendent Pullman and Gerry Standing?

"Yes." Sandra smiled as she saw the expression on Gerry' face. The younger woman ignored him before shaking Sandra's hand.

"DCI Clare Donovan. I believe we might be able to help you."

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