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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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1,047
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Chapter 1
Only The Good Die Young
Book 1: Angel, Down We Go Together
By: ladydeakin
DISCLAIMER: 'The Bill' characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to Thames Television/Pearson Corp. All other characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to the relevant author or creator
There is a non-adult version of this at fanfiction.net if you prefer
Chapter 1:
John Boulton leaned into the tripod to look through the camera lens. The obbo had been going on for two days, ten roles of film, but nothing yet. He was beginning to doubt his snout’s information. They were waiting for a bank job to go off. The snout was normally reliable, John thought to himself, but this time he wasn’t so sure. Apparently it was a gang of new people in town who were eager to make a name for themselves. They had been recruiting members, off of the estates, and training people up for a big job, and John reckoned this was it.
John heard a noise and a shuffling behind him. Jim Carver. John rolled his eyes and glared at Jim who was unconsciously scratching his knee, and had been doing it for the past hour. It was grating thin on John’s already short nerve.
Jim shot a look at John after he turned his head back out the window. Lord knows how the Sarge managed to get Meadows to authorise this much manpower for this long of a time. Jim was only upset that he had to be the one stuck here in the observation room with John. He tried to get Rod to take his place but Rod was having none of it.
‘Probably having a good time snapping Suzi’s bra straps’, Jim thought bitterly to himself. ‘Poor Rod. He’s got it bad for Suzi. Too bad she wants none of it.”
Just then the radio crackled, “Skase to Boulton…”
John and Jim’s eyes both shot towards it, and they both lunged for it, Jim grabbing it but John’s hand falling on top of Jim’s. John shot away like he just stuck his hand in acid.
“Here Sarge.” Jim said, handing it to him.
An invisible shudder shot through John and he grunted. “Go ahead, Rod.”
“Large white van pulling up on the plot. Possible suspect.”
John grabbed his binoculars and looked out the window. Two people jumped out of the front, both wearing dark clothes and ski masks.
“Right, we’re on. Wait for my signal,” John barked down the radio.
One of the people grabbed a crowbar and set to work on the lock on the front door of the bank. The alarm sounded.
“Steady on,” John said to Jim. “Wait for them to go in.”
The back of the van burst open and four people hustled in to the opened door. The person with the crowbar stood by the door, guarding it.
“Right, Go go go!” John shouted down the radio and Jim and him ran out of the flat and approached the front door.
John was first on the scene. He approached the person with the crowbar. Rod, Suzi and Jim ran into the bank, and Dave, Polly and Tony followed them.
“Right, I’m arresting you for attempted burglary…” John said. He reached to grab the crowbar away but the person threw it at him, grazing his cheek, and started to run.
John legged it after the person. They turned down an alley, and then made a quick left turn behind a building, entering an empty yard, with a few tyres stacked against the far side. The person attempted to climb up the tyres but fell backwards against John who was trying to grab them back. John caught hold of the ski mask and tugged. The mask came off in his hand and John caught a look at his assailant. What he saw stunned him so much he dropped the mask on the ground and released the crushing grip he had on their arm.
“Katy?” John asked, astonished.
“John. Nice to see you again.”
* * *
John led her back in silence to the scene of the crime where all the arrests had been made. He turned her over to Jim Carver and went over to the CID car, getting inside. He was sweating from the adrenaline of the chase but his heart was pounding faster than normal.
‘She still looks so beautiful,’ he thought to himself, ‘I don’t need this right now, I don’t need this.’
Jim came up and tapped on the window. John jumped, startled.
“What?” He asked, rolling down the window,
“We’re done here Sarge. Can we take them back?”
“Yeah, I trust you can process them yourselves?”
“Yes, Sarge.” Jim said, sarcastically. “Will you be doing the interviews?”
“No… Just the one. On the girl.”
“Right, Sarge.”
Jim walked away. John caught a glimpse of her blonde curls as the door of the police transit closed. He felt a lump growing in his throat and tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. He realised that his fists were clenched.
Book 1: Angel, Down We Go Together
By: ladydeakin
DISCLAIMER: 'The Bill' characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to Thames Television/Pearson Corp. All other characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to the relevant author or creator
There is a non-adult version of this at fanfiction.net if you prefer
Chapter 1:
John Boulton leaned into the tripod to look through the camera lens. The obbo had been going on for two days, ten roles of film, but nothing yet. He was beginning to doubt his snout’s information. They were waiting for a bank job to go off. The snout was normally reliable, John thought to himself, but this time he wasn’t so sure. Apparently it was a gang of new people in town who were eager to make a name for themselves. They had been recruiting members, off of the estates, and training people up for a big job, and John reckoned this was it.
John heard a noise and a shuffling behind him. Jim Carver. John rolled his eyes and glared at Jim who was unconsciously scratching his knee, and had been doing it for the past hour. It was grating thin on John’s already short nerve.
Jim shot a look at John after he turned his head back out the window. Lord knows how the Sarge managed to get Meadows to authorise this much manpower for this long of a time. Jim was only upset that he had to be the one stuck here in the observation room with John. He tried to get Rod to take his place but Rod was having none of it.
‘Probably having a good time snapping Suzi’s bra straps’, Jim thought bitterly to himself. ‘Poor Rod. He’s got it bad for Suzi. Too bad she wants none of it.”
Just then the radio crackled, “Skase to Boulton…”
John and Jim’s eyes both shot towards it, and they both lunged for it, Jim grabbing it but John’s hand falling on top of Jim’s. John shot away like he just stuck his hand in acid.
“Here Sarge.” Jim said, handing it to him.
An invisible shudder shot through John and he grunted. “Go ahead, Rod.”
“Large white van pulling up on the plot. Possible suspect.”
John grabbed his binoculars and looked out the window. Two people jumped out of the front, both wearing dark clothes and ski masks.
“Right, we’re on. Wait for my signal,” John barked down the radio.
One of the people grabbed a crowbar and set to work on the lock on the front door of the bank. The alarm sounded.
“Steady on,” John said to Jim. “Wait for them to go in.”
The back of the van burst open and four people hustled in to the opened door. The person with the crowbar stood by the door, guarding it.
“Right, Go go go!” John shouted down the radio and Jim and him ran out of the flat and approached the front door.
John was first on the scene. He approached the person with the crowbar. Rod, Suzi and Jim ran into the bank, and Dave, Polly and Tony followed them.
“Right, I’m arresting you for attempted burglary…” John said. He reached to grab the crowbar away but the person threw it at him, grazing his cheek, and started to run.
John legged it after the person. They turned down an alley, and then made a quick left turn behind a building, entering an empty yard, with a few tyres stacked against the far side. The person attempted to climb up the tyres but fell backwards against John who was trying to grab them back. John caught hold of the ski mask and tugged. The mask came off in his hand and John caught a look at his assailant. What he saw stunned him so much he dropped the mask on the ground and released the crushing grip he had on their arm.
“Katy?” John asked, astonished.
“John. Nice to see you again.”
* * *
John led her back in silence to the scene of the crime where all the arrests had been made. He turned her over to Jim Carver and went over to the CID car, getting inside. He was sweating from the adrenaline of the chase but his heart was pounding faster than normal.
‘She still looks so beautiful,’ he thought to himself, ‘I don’t need this right now, I don’t need this.’
Jim came up and tapped on the window. John jumped, startled.
“What?” He asked, rolling down the window,
“We’re done here Sarge. Can we take them back?”
“Yeah, I trust you can process them yourselves?”
“Yes, Sarge.” Jim said, sarcastically. “Will you be doing the interviews?”
“No… Just the one. On the girl.”
“Right, Sarge.”
Jim walked away. John caught a glimpse of her blonde curls as the door of the police transit closed. He felt a lump growing in his throat and tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. He realised that his fists were clenched.