"You two, keep everyone out of the bathroom until the pathologist gets here. He's on his way."
"Monty ..."
"Where's Jameson? I want her to take Lo's official statement--"
"MONTY."
"What?!"
A brief silence fell as Monty whipped around to confront his partner's sympathetic eyes. Eddie leaned in to mutter in his ear, "This isn't our case, partner, and I don't think you need me to tell you why." A single headshake as Pippin parted his lips to protest. "Brighton and Dewitt are handling it. You go take care of your wife and baby
( ... )
Lo doesn't often sound angry; even when she is, it only means more teeth behind her smile. All the same - she does now, hiding her hands in the too-long-for-her sleeves of his robe and wrapping them around herself, the gaze he's greeted with unforgiving and flinty.
...but she's so tired, and it's easy to be fearless when you're a little girl but whatever impressions she likes to give about both herself and her marriage she's not, not any more. She grew up so fast and that's the trouble, that's the frustration. The bruises on her throat don't matter; it's how close she imagines having been to not having a little boy any more and that's not how it works, not now, not here-
The tears are like insult to injury and the sound that accompanies them is wounded, abruptly muffled into Monty's shoulder. "You're sorry," she repeats, quieter, feeling helpless and hating it.
Lo is not the only one helpless and at a loss. Without the ability to retreat into the detective inspector, Monty can only feel his wife's tears, the very sight of his sleeping baby son, as reproaches. Some husband and protector he is.
He folds her close, pressing his cheek against her hair, smoothing a hand down her spine. So small, and yet she took a gorilla more than half again her own weight. He doesn't even question how right now, merely kicks himself again because she shouldn't have had to!
His lips brush the curve of her ear through her dark curtain of hair. "We'll have constables on guard tonight. You and Rome can stay with my parents until this is sorted." Yes, in their manorial home, surrounded by family and staff and all the police protection he can arrange ...
Anyone who ever whispered that Monty Pippin only got married because he was forced to would have that assumption erased if they could see his face right now, or hear the hoarse edge to his voice as he contemplates how close he came to losing these two.
"This is my home, Monty," she says, as if she isn't hearing what he's saying at all, her fingers digging into his arms when she pushes herself back enough to look up at him through tears and frustration. "I have been so - I have been so good, baby, this isn't fucking Burnley, this is not supposed to-"
The sound she makes is low and infuriated and she thuds the side of her fist against his chest. "Stupid. It's stupid. I don't want to stay with your damn parents."
She will, of course; safety first and Rome's safety in particular. Lo hasn't got anything against her in-laws, adoring family and endearing herself to those around her out of calculated habit - the entire situation, though, is so painfully galling.
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"Monty ..."
"Where's Jameson? I want her to take Lo's official statement--"
"MONTY."
"What?!"
A brief silence fell as Monty whipped around to confront his partner's sympathetic eyes. Eddie leaned in to mutter in his ear, "This isn't our case, partner, and I don't think you need me to tell you why." A single headshake as Pippin parted his lips to protest. "Brighton and Dewitt are handling it. You go take care of your wife and baby ( ... )
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"You're sorry."
Lo doesn't often sound angry; even when she is, it only means more teeth behind her smile. All the same - she does now, hiding her hands in the too-long-for-her sleeves of his robe and wrapping them around herself, the gaze he's greeted with unforgiving and flinty.
...but she's so tired, and it's easy to be fearless when you're a little girl but whatever impressions she likes to give about both herself and her marriage she's not, not any more. She grew up so fast and that's the trouble, that's the frustration. The bruises on her throat don't matter; it's how close she imagines having been to not having a little boy any more and that's not how it works, not now, not here-
The tears are like insult to injury and the sound that accompanies them is wounded, abruptly muffled into Monty's shoulder. "You're sorry," she repeats, quieter, feeling helpless and hating it.
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He folds her close, pressing his cheek against her hair, smoothing a hand down her spine. So small, and yet she took a gorilla more than half again her own weight. He doesn't even question how right now, merely kicks himself again because she shouldn't have had to!
His lips brush the curve of her ear through her dark curtain of hair. "We'll have constables on guard tonight. You and Rome can stay with my parents until this is sorted." Yes, in their manorial home, surrounded by family and staff and all the police protection he can arrange ...
Anyone who ever whispered that Monty Pippin only got married because he was forced to would have that assumption erased if they could see his face right now, or hear the hoarse edge to his voice as he contemplates how close he came to losing these two.
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"This is my home, Monty," she says, as if she isn't hearing what he's saying at all, her fingers digging into his arms when she pushes herself back enough to look up at him through tears and frustration. "I have been so - I have been so good, baby, this isn't fucking Burnley, this is not supposed to-"
The sound she makes is low and infuriated and she thuds the side of her fist against his chest. "Stupid. It's stupid. I don't want to stay with your damn parents."
She will, of course; safety first and Rome's safety in particular. Lo hasn't got anything against her in-laws, adoring family and endearing herself to those around her out of calculated habit - the entire situation, though, is so painfully galling.
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