Cold Call - story and vid by ILWB
Title: Cold Call
Author: ILWB
Pros-Lib / Circuit Archive: No thankyou
Pairing and / or characters: Bodie, Doyle, Julia, Benny
Rating: Everyone
Word count: 1000
Episode: Man Without A Past
Summary: I always wondered about the person who took Doyle's call when he phoned in for help. And I did a little vid while I was at it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrbjEegT4m8
or
http://www.4shared.com/video/P3lpCq9a/telephone.html
It had been a long day. In fact, it’s true to say it had been a long week. Julia took off her headphone set for a moment, sighing as she ran her fingers through her dark hair. She sat back in her chair and looked over to the window, allowing herself a brief glimpse of the outside world. She hadn’t even noticed what the weather had been like today. ‘It’s good to be busy at work’, her Mother’s words rang through her head, ‘it makes the day go by faster’, but here in CI5, busy was bad. Busy meant the possibility of lives being lost.
Her thoughts were disturbed by a steaming mug of tea being placed on the desk in front of her.
“Penny for ‘em?”
Startled, she looked up, gazing straight into Benny’s twinkling eyes. “Thanks,” she said. Then her eyes narrowed, instantly suspicious. “What are you after?”
“Oh, come on,” said Benny, perching himself on the corner of her desk. “Can’t a man make a lady a cup of tea anymore? You just looked like you needed one.”
She relaxed and smiled, sighing as she picked up the mug. “Sorry. Thanks, Benny.”
Benny leaned back, casually, he hoped. “So, you finished with that Fireman, then?”
“Hmm,” she said, taking a sip of tea.
“What happened?”
“He went back to his wife.”
“Ouch!”said Benny, pulling a face and trying not to look too pleased.
“Exactly.” She sipped her tea again.
Julia’s initial instincts had been right, of course. Benny was after something. In fact, he was after her, and had been for some time. “So.....” said Benny, not exactly sure how to phrase it, now the moment was actually here. He’d been working up to this for a while now. The other agents had been teasing him mercilessly all week, and a flat refusal was going to take some living down. “Erm....”
She looked up at him again, her head tilted to one side. “What’s up?” she asked. Before he could say anything else, a red light flashed on the switchboard before her, and she quickly put her headset back on. “Sorry,” she said, smiling at him. “Duty calls.”
She pressed the button to accept the call.
“2.4,” she began, but before she could continue, a hushed, desperate voice cut in.
“It’s Doyle, it’s Ray Doyle, 4.5,” Julia’s smile froze and she instinctively pressed the button to put the call on loudspeaker so that Benny could listen. The whisper continued, “Get a trace on this call, as soon as you can.”
Benny grabbed the phone on the next desk, dialling through to the high security number that would trace the call.
“It’s Ray, it’s 4.5, Ray Doyle,” his voice started to break, “put a trace on this call....” and then Doyle screamed.
In horror, they heard Doyle being attacked, being punched twice, three times. His cries echoed around the CI5 control room.
The background sound of the phone call continued, agonising for them both to witness. Doyle was being viciously beaten, and there was nothing they could do to help him.
Another man’s voice cried out, “Peter, Peter let me! Peter, no!” There was confusion, men’s voices shouting, then the sounds faded into the distance.
And then there was quiet, except for the terrible sound of Doyle, obviously lying very close to the phone, sobbing, his breathing laboured, evidently in great pain.
Julia pulled herself together, her training kicking in. Keep him talking. Keep him calm. “Ray, can you hear me?”
His response was a pain filled, broken sob.
“It’s all right, Ray, “she glanced up to Benny for confirmation, who nodded. “The trace is on, just try to keep on the line for a few seconds more.”
“Send......help,” Doyle whispered, the words obviously a struggle for him.
“We’ll be there, as soon as the address clears. Can you hold on?”
“Not.....sure....”
“Are you on your own?”
There was a pause for a few seconds, as if Doyle was listening, trying to work out where the men had gone. “Coming.....back......”
“Ray?”
“Bodie....”
“Ray?”
The line went dead.
“Ray? Can you hear me?” Julia checked the connection, then looked up at Benny, her cheeks pink, the threat of tears making her eyes glisten. “The line’s dead,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” said Benny, turning the phone towards him. “Well let’s get on to Cowley quick, so they can get there before Ray is.”
*******
After making the call to Cowley, Benny pulled up a spare chair and took Julia’s hand in his. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“It’s what I’m trained for, Benny, stop making such a fuss. It’s not as if it was me on the other end of that phone.”
“Yeah, but I don’t blame you for being upset.”
Julia looked into his eyes. He was a nice guy, Benny. A bit daft sometimes, but nice.
They moved a little closer.
The red light flashed.
“Oh, for.....”
“2.4.”
“3.7. Julia, love, I’m on my way. What exactly did Doyle say?”
Julia hesitated, momentarily confused. “Didn’t Alpha One explain?”
“No, just said to get there as fast as possible. Why?”
She couldn’t find the words to tell him. Benny gave her a questioning look. “Shall I?” She nodded in response and he leaned forward to press the button on the intercom.
“Bodie, Benny. Look mate, Doyle, it’s not good.”
“Why?”
“He was in a bad way, we could hear them beating him up, we were trying to keep him talking but he got cut off. I think they pulled the plug.”
There was silence as Bodie processed the information.
“Bodie?”
“I’m five minutes away, is that going to be fast enough?”
“I don’t know. He was in pain, apparently unarmed, and out-numbered. I’d put your foot down if I were you.”
Again the silence, some static, then a curt, “3.7 out.”
“Will Bodie get there in time?” asked Julia, quietly.
Benny took her hand again, gently. “This is Ray Doyle,” he said, reassuringly. “Of course he will.”
The red light flashed.
.
Author: ILWB
Pros-Lib / Circuit Archive: No thankyou
Pairing and / or characters: Bodie, Doyle, Julia, Benny
Rating: Everyone
Word count: 1000
Episode: Man Without A Past
Summary: I always wondered about the person who took Doyle's call when he phoned in for help. And I did a little vid while I was at it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrbjEegT4m8
or
http://www.4shared.com/video/P3lpCq9a/telephone.html
It had been a long day. In fact, it’s true to say it had been a long week. Julia took off her headphone set for a moment, sighing as she ran her fingers through her dark hair. She sat back in her chair and looked over to the window, allowing herself a brief glimpse of the outside world. She hadn’t even noticed what the weather had been like today. ‘It’s good to be busy at work’, her Mother’s words rang through her head, ‘it makes the day go by faster’, but here in CI5, busy was bad. Busy meant the possibility of lives being lost.
Her thoughts were disturbed by a steaming mug of tea being placed on the desk in front of her.
“Penny for ‘em?”
Startled, she looked up, gazing straight into Benny’s twinkling eyes. “Thanks,” she said. Then her eyes narrowed, instantly suspicious. “What are you after?”
“Oh, come on,” said Benny, perching himself on the corner of her desk. “Can’t a man make a lady a cup of tea anymore? You just looked like you needed one.”
She relaxed and smiled, sighing as she picked up the mug. “Sorry. Thanks, Benny.”
Benny leaned back, casually, he hoped. “So, you finished with that Fireman, then?”
“Hmm,” she said, taking a sip of tea.
“What happened?”
“He went back to his wife.”
“Ouch!”said Benny, pulling a face and trying not to look too pleased.
“Exactly.” She sipped her tea again.
Julia’s initial instincts had been right, of course. Benny was after something. In fact, he was after her, and had been for some time. “So.....” said Benny, not exactly sure how to phrase it, now the moment was actually here. He’d been working up to this for a while now. The other agents had been teasing him mercilessly all week, and a flat refusal was going to take some living down. “Erm....”
She looked up at him again, her head tilted to one side. “What’s up?” she asked. Before he could say anything else, a red light flashed on the switchboard before her, and she quickly put her headset back on. “Sorry,” she said, smiling at him. “Duty calls.”
She pressed the button to accept the call.
“2.4,” she began, but before she could continue, a hushed, desperate voice cut in.
“It’s Doyle, it’s Ray Doyle, 4.5,” Julia’s smile froze and she instinctively pressed the button to put the call on loudspeaker so that Benny could listen. The whisper continued, “Get a trace on this call, as soon as you can.”
Benny grabbed the phone on the next desk, dialling through to the high security number that would trace the call.
“It’s Ray, it’s 4.5, Ray Doyle,” his voice started to break, “put a trace on this call....” and then Doyle screamed.
In horror, they heard Doyle being attacked, being punched twice, three times. His cries echoed around the CI5 control room.
The background sound of the phone call continued, agonising for them both to witness. Doyle was being viciously beaten, and there was nothing they could do to help him.
Another man’s voice cried out, “Peter, Peter let me! Peter, no!” There was confusion, men’s voices shouting, then the sounds faded into the distance.
And then there was quiet, except for the terrible sound of Doyle, obviously lying very close to the phone, sobbing, his breathing laboured, evidently in great pain.
Julia pulled herself together, her training kicking in. Keep him talking. Keep him calm. “Ray, can you hear me?”
His response was a pain filled, broken sob.
“It’s all right, Ray, “she glanced up to Benny for confirmation, who nodded. “The trace is on, just try to keep on the line for a few seconds more.”
“Send......help,” Doyle whispered, the words obviously a struggle for him.
“We’ll be there, as soon as the address clears. Can you hold on?”
“Not.....sure....”
“Are you on your own?”
There was a pause for a few seconds, as if Doyle was listening, trying to work out where the men had gone. “Coming.....back......”
“Ray?”
“Bodie....”
“Ray?”
The line went dead.
“Ray? Can you hear me?” Julia checked the connection, then looked up at Benny, her cheeks pink, the threat of tears making her eyes glisten. “The line’s dead,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” said Benny, turning the phone towards him. “Well let’s get on to Cowley quick, so they can get there before Ray is.”
*******
After making the call to Cowley, Benny pulled up a spare chair and took Julia’s hand in his. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“It’s what I’m trained for, Benny, stop making such a fuss. It’s not as if it was me on the other end of that phone.”
“Yeah, but I don’t blame you for being upset.”
Julia looked into his eyes. He was a nice guy, Benny. A bit daft sometimes, but nice.
They moved a little closer.
The red light flashed.
“Oh, for.....”
“2.4.”
“3.7. Julia, love, I’m on my way. What exactly did Doyle say?”
Julia hesitated, momentarily confused. “Didn’t Alpha One explain?”
“No, just said to get there as fast as possible. Why?”
She couldn’t find the words to tell him. Benny gave her a questioning look. “Shall I?” She nodded in response and he leaned forward to press the button on the intercom.
“Bodie, Benny. Look mate, Doyle, it’s not good.”
“Why?”
“He was in a bad way, we could hear them beating him up, we were trying to keep him talking but he got cut off. I think they pulled the plug.”
There was silence as Bodie processed the information.
“Bodie?”
“I’m five minutes away, is that going to be fast enough?”
“I don’t know. He was in pain, apparently unarmed, and out-numbered. I’d put your foot down if I were you.”
Again the silence, some static, then a curt, “3.7 out.”
“Will Bodie get there in time?” asked Julia, quietly.
Benny took her hand again, gently. “This is Ray Doyle,” he said, reassuringly. “Of course he will.”
The red light flashed.
.