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Chapter 3

A new day dawned and Slade had spent the night on the sofa, he hadn't got a wink of sleep, the previous night had been a complete disaster.
He hadn't meant to hurt Holly, his mouth needed a backspace button, she had taken his question the complete wrong way.

He threw the covers away and made his way into the shower, he some how had to make Holly see that on this occasion she was in the wrong, maybe his choice of words and timing hadn't been perfect, but he was man, and never thought things through before speaking.

He grabbed a shower and got dressed, he picked a dark green shirt and some bright blue combat pants for work, standing before the full length mirror fastening his belt, he planned an apology speech to relay to Holly.

It took him half hour to reach HQ just in time to see Holly's car pull up in the car park "Holly!" He called his walk breaking into a jog.
She turned and took one look at him and walked inside.
Slade followed "Holly, please will you just listen to me!" He shouted.

She reached her office promptly slamming the door in his face.
He sighed and shook his head.
"Trouble with the little lady" said Morris sarcastically.
Slade didn't take him on, he wasn't in the mood for this prats comments.
"Grisham is looking for you" continued Morris "I must warn you she's on the war path"

"Grisham, shit" muttered Slade remembering her threats from the night before.
This was it there was nothing for it, he needed to use that machine and he needed to use it now, he put his head down and turned to walk out "SLADE" came Grisham's voice.

He didn't listen he just carried on walking, just making it to the lift before the doors closed, he took a deep breath relieved he'd avoided her and bought himself some time.

It took him a hour or so to reach Holly's flat, of course he knew if she found out he had broken in, used the machine and gone against everything she had said then the chances of them ever sorting their love lives out would be a million to one.

He had done this before and totally messed up, he'd broken in, used the machine, lost the watch, got tied up, shot and almost blown to pieces.
If Holly hadn't come to his rescue he certainly wouldn't be here today.
He felt guilty at the thought of this, he even started having second thoughts, but what else could he do? this case was a mystery, no leads, no witnesses, just a dead body found sliced and diced in the football clubs changing rooms.

No, he had to use the machine, he took a deep breath and walked in, merely managing to avoid Danny the handyman, he could do without questions from him.
Using the stairs to get up to Holly's flat he blocked out any negative thoughts that tried entering his head, he picked the lock and went in.

Smiling to himself he entered the room where the time machine was kept, closing the doors behind him made the room fill with flashing lights and high pitched sounds "thank god I don't have epilepsy" he chuckled as he walked over to the complicated looking gadget.

With the flick of a few buttons and the pull of a few leavers he was away, the machine sprang into action, causing blue lights to shoot from the bottom of the contraption and fill the room, the screens flashed and flickered, there was a loud sound as the lights and noises subsided.

He grinned grabbing the watch and placing it in his pocket, he wasn't going to risk having it strapped round his wrist this time.

The machine had taken him back to the night of the murder, he didn't have much time to get to the football ground, the match would be just starting the second half he predicted, this meant he could get there, hide in the changing rooms and start his watch and wait operation.

"Simple as ABC" he said confidently.
He made his way out the building and flagged down a taxi cab to take him to the football ground.

After paying the driver he hid in the car park, patiently waiting for a steward to come along, he didn't have to wait long.
He quietly crept up behind the man in question and gave him full blown punch on the back of the head, knocking him out, he then stole the mans stewards jacket and made his way into the stadium and towards the changing area where he hid in a locker and waited patiently.

He heard the final whistle go and began to watch intently as the players returned to the changing room, he scanned over them until his eyes spied out Thomas Batt - the soon to be victim of this cases brutal murder.

He watched the man wander un steadily around, weaving in and out of his team mates before collapsing on the floor, the team rallied round him until he came round.

'Well so far so good, everything fits in' he thought to himself while checking the time, he then realised that he would have to book into a hotel, he couldn't go home as he was already there.

Suddenly he heard an almighty scream, the changing rooms were now empty except for a remaining two people! he looked on as he saw the teams coach stand over Thomas Batt, a knife in his hand, blood dripping off the end.

He placed a hand over his mouth, he began to feel sick as he watched the body of Thomas being dragged into the showers, this was his chance to escape.

Carefully opening the locker he crept over to the shower area and popped his head round entrance, the sight before him made him gag.
"Who's there!" Came the murders voice, Slade had just enough time to run out un noticed.

He spent the night in a hotel and began planning his next move, he still had plenty of time before he had to return to the machine, he lay in bed thoughts filling his mind, he was contemplating going back to his flat to watch himself and Holly make love.

But he couldn't risk meeting himself so that was out of the question, so he peacefully drifted off to sleep...

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