Picture Story - Undercover nearly gone wrong
Undercover nearly gone wrong
Picture story by Macklingirl
It was the first day of Bodie's flu, and it was a severe flu that paralysed him for almost three weeks.
"I know it's hard Doyle, but you have to go down to Hampton. There are rumours that there might be gun runners at the Hampton Pier Yacht Club."
"Okay, sir. I'll leave as soon as possible."
"Oh, and Doyle, I want daily reports in writing."
"Yes, sir." Doyle stood up and put his shoulder holster on. "I'm on my way, sir."
Two and a half weeks later, sitting in the Hampton Inn, drinking his coffee he knew he should write the daily report for Cowley, but he couldn't concentrate. He let his fingers work on their own.
All he could think of at the moment was his partner and lover. He wished he could call him and hear his voice. He downed the coffee, snatched his things and went to the beach. Maybe the wind there could blow his brain free.
After a twenty-minute walk, he sat on a wall and tried again. All he did were the last finishing additions to the picture
He was so engrossed in his work that he did not hear the sharp inhalation behind him.
He woke up only to face the leader of the Hampton Pier Yacht Club. "Who are you? What are you doing in this town? Marsterson said he knew the bloke you draw. Who is he? Who are you working for?"
"I don't know what you want. Who am I? Where am I?" Doyle was confused. The hit to the back of his head seemed to have mixed with his memory. They didn't believe him, but when he couldn't tell them anything even after they beat him up, they dumped him at the old lighthouse.
He stayed there until his bruises didn't hurt anymore and his face looked more than okay for him.
Meanwhile, Bodie was healthy again and reported back to Cowley.
"I've the go from Doctor Anderson, sir. Where is Doyle?"
"Well, Bodie. Good to have you back. I hate to admit it, but I lost Doyle."
"You WHAT?" shouted Bodie. "You lost my partner?"
"Aye, he is somewhere in Hampton, but I didn't hear from him for four days. Go down there and find him, Bodie."
"I will, sir. Be sure I will." With that Bodie was gone, leaving a thoughtful Cowley behind.
On the drive down to Hampton Bodie wondered what could have happened to his lover. He would find him and if he had to turn over every stone in the area.
His first stop was near the pier and that was when he saw them.
He knew Doyle had to be near. He asked an old lady who told him that two guys had caught the nice looking young man and dragged him into an old garage. But since he couldn't even tell her his name she had nothing she could tell the police. Bodie thanked her and rushed through the garage she was pointing at.
He draw his gun and opened the door. When the men saw the gun in his hand they run away. He didn't bother to follow them, they knew the city better than him. He caught Doyle's wrist when he wanted to run away too.
"Hold on, Ray. It's me, it's Bodie. No need to run away."
"Bodie? Oh, I know your face."
"Yeah, I saw the pictures on the market, sunshine. You seem to remember me."
"Bodie. Yes, I remember. Where have you been so long?"
"I'll tell you over a pint."
They sat there for the next forty-five minutes and Bodie told Doyle about his illness and Doyle remembered what had happened to him in the Hampton Pier Yacht Club. They told the local coppers and arrested the leader of the gun runners. While Cowley drove down to Hampton to interrogate the leader, they headed home to London.
"Ah, Ray. Back at home. Isn't it nice here?"
"Yes, Bodie. And now let's go up to your flat, I'm very tired and need to go to bed", Doyle answered with a wink.
Picture story by Macklingirl
It was the first day of Bodie's flu, and it was a severe flu that paralysed him for almost three weeks.
"I know it's hard Doyle, but you have to go down to Hampton. There are rumours that there might be gun runners at the Hampton Pier Yacht Club."
"Okay, sir. I'll leave as soon as possible."
"Oh, and Doyle, I want daily reports in writing."
"Yes, sir." Doyle stood up and put his shoulder holster on. "I'm on my way, sir."
Two and a half weeks later, sitting in the Hampton Inn, drinking his coffee he knew he should write the daily report for Cowley, but he couldn't concentrate. He let his fingers work on their own.
All he could think of at the moment was his partner and lover. He wished he could call him and hear his voice. He downed the coffee, snatched his things and went to the beach. Maybe the wind there could blow his brain free.
After a twenty-minute walk, he sat on a wall and tried again. All he did were the last finishing additions to the picture
He was so engrossed in his work that he did not hear the sharp inhalation behind him.
He woke up only to face the leader of the Hampton Pier Yacht Club. "Who are you? What are you doing in this town? Marsterson said he knew the bloke you draw. Who is he? Who are you working for?"
"I don't know what you want. Who am I? Where am I?" Doyle was confused. The hit to the back of his head seemed to have mixed with his memory. They didn't believe him, but when he couldn't tell them anything even after they beat him up, they dumped him at the old lighthouse.
He stayed there until his bruises didn't hurt anymore and his face looked more than okay for him.
Meanwhile, Bodie was healthy again and reported back to Cowley.
"I've the go from Doctor Anderson, sir. Where is Doyle?"
"Well, Bodie. Good to have you back. I hate to admit it, but I lost Doyle."
"You WHAT?" shouted Bodie. "You lost my partner?"
"Aye, he is somewhere in Hampton, but I didn't hear from him for four days. Go down there and find him, Bodie."
"I will, sir. Be sure I will." With that Bodie was gone, leaving a thoughtful Cowley behind.
On the drive down to Hampton Bodie wondered what could have happened to his lover. He would find him and if he had to turn over every stone in the area.
His first stop was near the pier and that was when he saw them.
He knew Doyle had to be near. He asked an old lady who told him that two guys had caught the nice looking young man and dragged him into an old garage. But since he couldn't even tell her his name she had nothing she could tell the police. Bodie thanked her and rushed through the garage she was pointing at.
He draw his gun and opened the door. When the men saw the gun in his hand they run away. He didn't bother to follow them, they knew the city better than him. He caught Doyle's wrist when he wanted to run away too.
"Hold on, Ray. It's me, it's Bodie. No need to run away."
"Bodie? Oh, I know your face."
"Yeah, I saw the pictures on the market, sunshine. You seem to remember me."
"Bodie. Yes, I remember. Where have you been so long?"
"I'll tell you over a pint."
They sat there for the next forty-five minutes and Bodie told Doyle about his illness and Doyle remembered what had happened to him in the Hampton Pier Yacht Club. They told the local coppers and arrested the leader of the gun runners. While Cowley drove down to Hampton to interrogate the leader, they headed home to London.
"Ah, Ray. Back at home. Isn't it nice here?"
"Yes, Bodie. And now let's go up to your flat, I'm very tired and need to go to bed", Doyle answered with a wink.
