Closure Part 13
Authors note: I'm not a police officer so sometimes I may get things wrong. It fits in the story, I use it. Simples. Italic writing=memories. There is swearing.....
Authors note 2: Thanks as always to my proof reader for kicking me along and being a generally all round nice person to me the last month. Cheers mate ;)
Authors note 3: Apologies about the month between updating this, but my job kinda keeps me busy and I've spent the past month in NZ and Japan, so it's not been fun. Reviews are always welcome.
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I woke up late the next morning. Just lying back and resting, knowing I had some night shifts coming up and trying to rest after having a night tormented by remembering that perfect month. Stretching and relaxing back again, I checked my watch. Plenty of time yet before I needed to get sorted for work.
I couldn't help smiling. Thinking back, it really had been a gorgeous month, and I'd stupidly thought that was it. That was me done, never needing anyone else again. One of the lucky ones. In love and happy. Forever and ever. Hearts and flowers and all that shit. Everyone would come back and Sophie'd tell them we were a couple and the likes of Lee could just do one if he didn't like it.
We'd stay together forever and ever. Sian and Sophie forever. Yeah.
Still, there was that bastard smile on my face again. She really HAD been a quick learner. Paying me back for torturing her. After we'd first slept together we'd spent the week in bed. Honest. Teenage hormones and sheer lust not allowing us to leave her room, or my room, sometimes the shower, and once... feeling REALLY daring, I'd surprised her in the library. Things getting heated, me pushing her back into the rows of books after hours of being tormented by text over what she'd do to me later, causing a few books to topple. Only raised murmurs and deliberate coughing from what we assumed was the librarian stopping us scandalising the library, my hands so damned close to their goal. Then Sophie grabbing my hand and blushing as we ran from our secluded area and past the librarian and back to which ever room we felt like before undressing each other and starting all over again.
She was insatiable, bringing me to the edge again and again until I'd begged for release. Looking down my body to see those dark blue eyes looking up at me, twinkling at me before she'd finally, finally give in to my plea.
Sophie Webster, I'd discovered was an absolute tease. And I loved it. And her.
There were still the occasional hiccups between us (and rows). We finally ran out of food and had to go to Tesco, meaning we'd had to go and face the real world. I'd not got too frisky, but simply held her hand and given her a small kiss on the lips. And she'd had a bit of a freak out session.
We still had a ways to go I realised. She was so loving and really happy to show me how loving behind closed doors, just me and her, but anything else would take a little more time I guessed, more time to accept her feelings and who she really was. But still, I'd wait, I knew I'd win in the end. Secure in my love. Our love.
Sure enough, once we'd sulked and bitched at each other on the way back to Cartmel, We'd ended up back in bed. Apologies accepted.
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Stretching and finally getting out of bed, I spent the rest of my day getting ready for work, biding my time until I had to leave. That was the worse thing about nights, the waiting around for the first shift to start. You never really cared after that, all you did was work, sleep and then get up to work again until your last shift.
A quick run, a nice long email to Ben and an even longer one to Ryan just for him to pick up whenever he next hit civilisation and an internet café or signal on his mobile phone, whatever came first. Shower, uniform on and keys in hand it was time for me to head off to the other side of Manchester from where I lived to where I worked, genuinely happy to go to work.
The beauty with my job. One day quiet with nothing much going on, the next, full on legging it after a person accused of some crime or other. Writing wrongs, stopping injustice. I smiled grimly to myself. Yeah. That was me, the great one woman crime prevention officer. Working with my buddies was always a bonus.
Thirty minutes later and I'd logged into work, grabbed my work belt and the rest of my kit, a cup of coffee (I'm a cop, it's the law that we drink it and eat donuts) and was sitting in the briefing room chatting with my mates. Claire entered, gave us our assignments, a list of people and cars to keep and eye out for and that was that. Off we went. Protecting the mean streets of Manchester.
Calling me into her office before I left with Dan, she shut the door behind me.
"You OK Sian?" she'd leaned against her desk and with arms folded across her chest was looking at me with "that look" again.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be OK. It just threw me a little talking through loads of that stuff, I'd sort of boxed it away and wanted to forget it." She nodded, understanding.
"Well, after these nights are over, you're coming to mine for the evening OK? Ash and the kids want me to drag you over for some stupid game on the PlayStation." She paused. "No excuses OK Sian?" I smiled and thanked her, knowing there was a double meaning. No excuses on the dinner and no excuses over work. Time to switch on now and stop brooding. She really was a great friend. She excused me and I jogged down the corridor to the back car park to find Dan. We'd been paired up in one of the response cars, which was always fun and part of Claire's plan to keep my brain occupied I think. I found him leaning on the car talking to Gerry and Chris and waiting for me. We exchanged idle chit chat and then with a simple "ready then?" we were off for the first part of our shift.
Work had been boring. Really boring. A few youths with some weed and alcohol we'd taken off them and that had been it for the first few hours. We'd parked up by a local park, resting for a few minutes while Dan tried his 'sensitive man' routine and tried talking to me about Sophie. Casting an eye across at him, I thanked him and told him the truth. I wasn't in the mood to talk about her.
Silence filled the car for a few minutes. The chatter of our colleagues over the radio filling the air as they reported in, answered calls or asked for information. I was just about to talk to Dan, figuring he needed, no, actually he deserved an explanation when a job was shouted over the radio, the address close by...
Both of us instantly alert, the car was moving as I grabbed the radio and answered we'd respond. A burglary possibly still in progress... female home alone, terrified. Dan was making the car fly, lights and sirens blaring as we made our way the short journey to the house. Switching the lights and siren off as we approached so we didn't scare any possible offenders away, Dan parked up. I was out of the car before he'd even got the car fully stopped or his seatbelt off, running round and down the back alleys to the rear of the terraced house in case anyone was running out of the back.
Nothing. Bugger it.
Torch on, I checked all the gates and as much of the alley and its neighbours. Replying to Dan when he asked where I was, the house was empty. Well, except for the hysterical woman still in there who'd heard someone in the back yard. Radioing I'd check around another time before meeting Dan in the house, I spent another fifteen minutes trotting round the area, looking in all the nooks and crannies. Hearing Dan call the details in to the control centre. I took one last sweep round the area, only managing to startle an old ginger cat before heading back to the house. Glad of the run out, the adrenaline helping clear my head and making me feel useful. Powerful, in control again.
Radioing Dan to let him know I was on my way back, I jogged back to the house, trotting up to the front door and knocking, not surprised when Dan's large frame filled the door frame letting me into the cosy looking home. I followed him slowly towards the back of the house where I could see a light on.
"Nothing doing mate. Got a vague description, radioed in, as you heard." He stopped in the hall, "nothing out there at all?" I shook my head.
"Nowt mate. Checked all over, those alleys are like a bastard rat run." Which was true we all knew that. If someone got out into them, it was rare we could catch them unless we had them in our sights. Giving me a 'gentle' pat on the shoulder which nearly floored me. He set off down the hall again, me following into the brightly lit kitchen, "come on Powers. A little more time with the lady of the house and we're good to go."
Scribbling notes into my notebook as I followed him, I heard him talking to the lady, my ears finally pricking up when he mentioned her name, knowing the surname from my thoughts earlier.
"So, it seems the guy has gone now Miss Armstrong, keep the windows locked and lock the door behind us. When your house mate arrives home tell her what's happened OK?"
Armstrong?
I looked up from under the brim of my hat. My eyes meeting the startled brown of Katy Armstrong.
"Sian?"
Oh for fucks sake. This truly couldn't get more fucked up could it?
Authors note 2: Thanks as always to my proof reader for kicking me along and being a generally all round nice person to me the last month. Cheers mate ;)
Authors note 3: Apologies about the month between updating this, but my job kinda keeps me busy and I've spent the past month in NZ and Japan, so it's not been fun. Reviews are always welcome.
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I woke up late the next morning. Just lying back and resting, knowing I had some night shifts coming up and trying to rest after having a night tormented by remembering that perfect month. Stretching and relaxing back again, I checked my watch. Plenty of time yet before I needed to get sorted for work.
I couldn't help smiling. Thinking back, it really had been a gorgeous month, and I'd stupidly thought that was it. That was me done, never needing anyone else again. One of the lucky ones. In love and happy. Forever and ever. Hearts and flowers and all that shit. Everyone would come back and Sophie'd tell them we were a couple and the likes of Lee could just do one if he didn't like it.
We'd stay together forever and ever. Sian and Sophie forever. Yeah.
Still, there was that bastard smile on my face again. She really HAD been a quick learner. Paying me back for torturing her. After we'd first slept together we'd spent the week in bed. Honest. Teenage hormones and sheer lust not allowing us to leave her room, or my room, sometimes the shower, and once... feeling REALLY daring, I'd surprised her in the library. Things getting heated, me pushing her back into the rows of books after hours of being tormented by text over what she'd do to me later, causing a few books to topple. Only raised murmurs and deliberate coughing from what we assumed was the librarian stopping us scandalising the library, my hands so damned close to their goal. Then Sophie grabbing my hand and blushing as we ran from our secluded area and past the librarian and back to which ever room we felt like before undressing each other and starting all over again.
She was insatiable, bringing me to the edge again and again until I'd begged for release. Looking down my body to see those dark blue eyes looking up at me, twinkling at me before she'd finally, finally give in to my plea.
Sophie Webster, I'd discovered was an absolute tease. And I loved it. And her.
There were still the occasional hiccups between us (and rows). We finally ran out of food and had to go to Tesco, meaning we'd had to go and face the real world. I'd not got too frisky, but simply held her hand and given her a small kiss on the lips. And she'd had a bit of a freak out session.
We still had a ways to go I realised. She was so loving and really happy to show me how loving behind closed doors, just me and her, but anything else would take a little more time I guessed, more time to accept her feelings and who she really was. But still, I'd wait, I knew I'd win in the end. Secure in my love. Our love.
Sure enough, once we'd sulked and bitched at each other on the way back to Cartmel, We'd ended up back in bed. Apologies accepted.
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Stretching and finally getting out of bed, I spent the rest of my day getting ready for work, biding my time until I had to leave. That was the worse thing about nights, the waiting around for the first shift to start. You never really cared after that, all you did was work, sleep and then get up to work again until your last shift.
A quick run, a nice long email to Ben and an even longer one to Ryan just for him to pick up whenever he next hit civilisation and an internet café or signal on his mobile phone, whatever came first. Shower, uniform on and keys in hand it was time for me to head off to the other side of Manchester from where I lived to where I worked, genuinely happy to go to work.
The beauty with my job. One day quiet with nothing much going on, the next, full on legging it after a person accused of some crime or other. Writing wrongs, stopping injustice. I smiled grimly to myself. Yeah. That was me, the great one woman crime prevention officer. Working with my buddies was always a bonus.
Thirty minutes later and I'd logged into work, grabbed my work belt and the rest of my kit, a cup of coffee (I'm a cop, it's the law that we drink it and eat donuts) and was sitting in the briefing room chatting with my mates. Claire entered, gave us our assignments, a list of people and cars to keep and eye out for and that was that. Off we went. Protecting the mean streets of Manchester.
Calling me into her office before I left with Dan, she shut the door behind me.
"You OK Sian?" she'd leaned against her desk and with arms folded across her chest was looking at me with "that look" again.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be OK. It just threw me a little talking through loads of that stuff, I'd sort of boxed it away and wanted to forget it." She nodded, understanding.
"Well, after these nights are over, you're coming to mine for the evening OK? Ash and the kids want me to drag you over for some stupid game on the PlayStation." She paused. "No excuses OK Sian?" I smiled and thanked her, knowing there was a double meaning. No excuses on the dinner and no excuses over work. Time to switch on now and stop brooding. She really was a great friend. She excused me and I jogged down the corridor to the back car park to find Dan. We'd been paired up in one of the response cars, which was always fun and part of Claire's plan to keep my brain occupied I think. I found him leaning on the car talking to Gerry and Chris and waiting for me. We exchanged idle chit chat and then with a simple "ready then?" we were off for the first part of our shift.
Work had been boring. Really boring. A few youths with some weed and alcohol we'd taken off them and that had been it for the first few hours. We'd parked up by a local park, resting for a few minutes while Dan tried his 'sensitive man' routine and tried talking to me about Sophie. Casting an eye across at him, I thanked him and told him the truth. I wasn't in the mood to talk about her.
Silence filled the car for a few minutes. The chatter of our colleagues over the radio filling the air as they reported in, answered calls or asked for information. I was just about to talk to Dan, figuring he needed, no, actually he deserved an explanation when a job was shouted over the radio, the address close by...
Both of us instantly alert, the car was moving as I grabbed the radio and answered we'd respond. A burglary possibly still in progress... female home alone, terrified. Dan was making the car fly, lights and sirens blaring as we made our way the short journey to the house. Switching the lights and siren off as we approached so we didn't scare any possible offenders away, Dan parked up. I was out of the car before he'd even got the car fully stopped or his seatbelt off, running round and down the back alleys to the rear of the terraced house in case anyone was running out of the back.
Nothing. Bugger it.
Torch on, I checked all the gates and as much of the alley and its neighbours. Replying to Dan when he asked where I was, the house was empty. Well, except for the hysterical woman still in there who'd heard someone in the back yard. Radioing I'd check around another time before meeting Dan in the house, I spent another fifteen minutes trotting round the area, looking in all the nooks and crannies. Hearing Dan call the details in to the control centre. I took one last sweep round the area, only managing to startle an old ginger cat before heading back to the house. Glad of the run out, the adrenaline helping clear my head and making me feel useful. Powerful, in control again.
Radioing Dan to let him know I was on my way back, I jogged back to the house, trotting up to the front door and knocking, not surprised when Dan's large frame filled the door frame letting me into the cosy looking home. I followed him slowly towards the back of the house where I could see a light on.
"Nothing doing mate. Got a vague description, radioed in, as you heard." He stopped in the hall, "nothing out there at all?" I shook my head.
"Nowt mate. Checked all over, those alleys are like a bastard rat run." Which was true we all knew that. If someone got out into them, it was rare we could catch them unless we had them in our sights. Giving me a 'gentle' pat on the shoulder which nearly floored me. He set off down the hall again, me following into the brightly lit kitchen, "come on Powers. A little more time with the lady of the house and we're good to go."
Scribbling notes into my notebook as I followed him, I heard him talking to the lady, my ears finally pricking up when he mentioned her name, knowing the surname from my thoughts earlier.
"So, it seems the guy has gone now Miss Armstrong, keep the windows locked and lock the door behind us. When your house mate arrives home tell her what's happened OK?"
Armstrong?
I looked up from under the brim of my hat. My eyes meeting the startled brown of Katy Armstrong.
"Sian?"
Oh for fucks sake. This truly couldn't get more fucked up could it?