( OOM: 3x08; Epilogue )

( OOM: 3x08 (iv) )

( OOM: 3x08 (ii) )

( OOM: 3x07 (v) )

( OOM: 3x07 (iii) )

This is probably the time he should be out among the troops, rallying spirits. He can’t bring himself to bother. There aren’t any major on-going cases. He’s free to stand in his office with his back to whatever they’re talking about out there, and stare out of the window.

He’s too tired for any of this. When he hears her come into the office - no ( Read more... )

He hadn’t slept last night. And now he can’t sleep. The world is fuzzy at the edge of his vision, but he can’t go anywhere. He sits with his back against the wall, staring at Viv’s lifeless face. One of them has run for a medic - he appreciates the gesture, but they all know it’s too late for that. There’ll be a doctor along soon to ( Read more... )

She's been looking antsy about this. And if he's being honest with himself, which he is, then he can kind of see why. Shaz is in there, meeting a murderer, and they're enough of a distance away that things could happen without them being able to get inside in time. Under normal circumstances, there's no way he'd let this happen ( Read more... )

It's been a trying few days, no doubt about it. And he's pretty damn sure they haven't seen the end of it. But it doesn't matter tonight. Tonight is about celebrating a job well done, and the person who did it. Whatever else is going on, this evening belongs to Shaz ( Read more... )

She looks small, standing in the kitchen, with her hands in held in front of her. She looks like her nerve has really gone.