Seperate Teams

Seperate Teams
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.

Part 1. Sex and Slip-ups

His pulse grew quicker, his breathing was jagged. He ran down the wet streets of Sun Hill, listening to the footfalls of his pursuant, or was it his heart beat? He couldn’t tell. This man had a reputation for being heavy-handed, and that’s all well and good when you’re playing for the same team, but as an adversary, he feared the imminent reprisals from his actions.

Chris Deakin couldn’t help himself. She was beautiful, every inch of her skin, every crevice and curve on her body. He remembered the day she walked into the office. The new girl, just transferred down from Birmingham New Street nick into the big bad Met. She was vulnerable even though she looked up to the job outwardly. Why did John Boulton have to get to her first? If John would have only kept himself true to form, and not interested in colleagues, maybe this situation wouldn’t have happened. For Chris, however, it was a complete return to form. Her lips, her voice, her eyes, her long platinum hair seemed to scream to him a siren’s song. He was mesmerized by her.

A fog settled down onto the streets. Chris glanced behind him and couldn’t see John, even though he heard John’s pace grow quicker. Chris knew Canley High Street enough to know that there was an alleyway nearby. He quickly darted into it and ducked down behind a rubbish bin. The footsteps raced past the alley and Chris breathed a sigh of relief.

* * *

“DS O’Shea?” he managed to croak out, the first time he saw her. Her eyes, like the finest emeralds glittered in the artificial light, and for a moment he saw nothing else in the room.

“Yes,” she said, and shook his hand. He found her a desk – next to John Boulton’s! Maybe that gave John enough ammo to rush in for her before he even had a chance. Chris put his head back against the cold brick of the building and closed his eyes.

Chris knew that he would never regret it. It was the obbo, the first one she had ever been on, and Chris noticed John slide his hand across the seat and take hers’, in the rear-view mirror. Chris almost flew into a rage right then. How dare John Boulton lay a hand on her?! Chris had never had a problem plucking up the courage to go after a woman before, but she was different. She was special and he had to take it carefully, since his re-promotion to DI. Nothing to rock the boat. Nothing too forthright to cause any eyebrows to raise. Sure, he flirted with her, but obviously to her it meant nothing, for her to be holding hands with John. To him it was just practice for his master plan to get her. ‘What could she have possibly seen in that Scouse workaholic?’ Chris wondered to himself.

But he didn’t decide to leave it at that. ‘Oh no, but how could I have?’ Chris wondered to himself. She had to be his. And then the opportunity came tonight. She was working late. And when he looked up from his desk out into the office and noticed she was the only one left, he knew that he was in with a chance. It was now or never.

He wandered out into the office, casually, very casually and stopped at her desk. “Working late?” he asked, and sat on the corner of her desk.

“Yes, sir. Loads of paperwork to clear up on the Snyder case.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder and Chris thought his heart would stop.

“I don’t have anywhere to be. Can I help you with any of it?”

“Yes sir, that is, if you want to?” she said. She seemed surprised that the DI would deem himself low enough to help a DS finish her paperwork.

Chris pulled up a chair next to her and started to go over the files with her.

“You see, sir, it doesn’t add up. The times. I’ve been back to the officers involved in the bust but none of it adds up, my timings of events, theirs, and even the details don’t coincide. It’s like everyone’s mind was on other things on that raid.”

‘Probably on watching you,’ Chris thought to himself. “Well, Elizabeth, may I call you that?”

“My friends call me Beth, sir.”

“Well, my friends call me Chris, so please, leave out the sir when no one’s around.”

She nodded and flashed him a smile that made him feel powerless. He wanted to put his head in her lap and tell her how much he wanted her.

“Well, Beth, times like this what you need to do is re-listen to the interview. I understand you and Sergeant Boulton interviewed him.”

“Yes, Chris.”

“And you and John can’t get your details straight?”

“No. He’s so stubborn and believes he’s right about it. He’s not, and I know he’s not but it’s him that’s causing the major problem.”

“Do you think it may be him trying to assert himself over you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Beth.. I saw the two of you holding hands in the car at the Johnson obbo. You thought it was dark but I saw it. I know that you both are an item.”

“Oh no. We wanted to keep that a secret.”

She started to rub the back of her long, swan-like neck and shook her head..”

“I’m sorry sir.. I mean Chris.. I know that office romances are frowned upon…”

Chris stood up and came around behind her. He placed his hands on her and began to rub her neck and shoulders. Beth seemed to tense for a second and then relaxed.

“It’s ok. We all do it once in a while. How’s it working out for you both?”

“Not so well, it’s really proving to be difficult. At first I thought he was nice and handsome but I didn’t realise how controlling he is. And possessive. I’ve been having thoughts of breaking it off but I’m almost afraid to, because I really like Sun Hill and don’t want to cause a scandal or affect the working environment any more than it already has.”

“You’ve got to follow your heart, Beth. If you’re not happy with him and he’s not living up to your expectations, there are other men out there. Trust me.”

“Like who? I’m 29 years old, and I feel like an old maid. Where am I going to meet a man?”

“I don’t know, look around you, Beth. There might be someone very close to you right now who would love to be there for you.” He squeezed her arms and let his hands rest close to her elbows, inches from the curve of her breasts.

Beth stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out of her crimson wool skirt. She turned to face Chris.

“Are you saying that you fancy your chances, DI Deakin?”

Chris was alarmed by the tone of her voice. He took a step back and knocked into the corner of John’s desk.

“Well, I, um…”

She took a step forward and looked at him, staring in his eyes intently, deeply.

“From the moment I saw you I thought that you were gorgeous, but off limits because you were the DI. I thought you fancied me and I’m glad to see that my hunch wasn’t off.”

She put her arms around him and he enveloped her in a passionate deep kiss. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies as they pushed together, trying to consume each other in their hungry passion.

Chris pulled away. “Come in here,” he said, and led her to his office, locking the door and pulling the blinds.

He sat in his chair and she sat, facing him, on his desk, and they kissed again. She took his face in her hands and he slid himself towards her, fumbling with the buttons on the front of her blouse. She loosened his tie and tossed it to one side. He yanked at his tailored shirt, popping off a few of the buttons, and discarding it.

She reached around to her back and unclasped her lacy bra. He almost gasped when her lovely, pert breasts sprung free of their confines. He took her left breast in his hand, admiring her beautiful soft skin and the firm softness.

“You are so beautiful,” Chris whispered, and he brought his mouth to her nipple, erect in the cool air of the office. The moonlight streaming through the slats in the blind illuminated her hair, making her almost glow. He rolled her nipple around in his mouth, teasing it with light and quick strokes with the tip of his tongue. She almost cried out but he covered her mouth with his hand. She licked and sucked his finger into her mouth. Beth spread her legs, and drew him closer to her. Chris slid his hand up her leg and felt the dampness against her inner thighs. He rubbed the silkiness of her panties and was amazed at how wet the flimsy material was. Sliding the small bit of fabric to the side he felt her silky pubic hairs and let one finger slide through her slit, coming to rest on her clitoris.

Again, Beth almost screamed but he silenced her with a kiss as he rubbed softly, yet gently against her sensitive clit. Chris felt her rubbing herself against his hand and knew she was ready for him. He had grown so hard that it was almost painful and needed to relieve himself soon inside of her. His files were scattered as she laid backwards on the desk, resting her head on particularly thick one. She put her legs on the armrests on his chair. He quickly undid his trousers and slid down his boxers, letting his penis spring free. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid inside in one fluid motion. She felt absolutely incredible, silky, wet and yielding, yet firm and strong as her insides gripped him. She let out a soft moan, and arched her back. Chris reached underneath her and cupped her firm ass, pulling it towards her, as he slid in and out of her in long, slow strokes.

“My God that’s sweet. You’re incredible..” Chris moaned to her in a husky voice as he slowly took her. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and looked down at her. Beth’s hair was completely messed up, her nipples pointed to the ceiling, and she was absolutely writhing on his desk in ecstasy. She thrust her hips to meet his thrusts, and squeezed him inside her. Chris smiled to himself, trying to control his desire to make it last for her.

Beth kept moaning his name, almost inaudibly, like a chant, and could hardly control herself. She wanted to scream but being forced to keep silent was nearly torture. She was so close, with his rhythmic rubbing and thrusting bringing her just to the edge but not taking her, to make it last. It was absolutely the most exquisite pleasure and she was dying to burst. He began to thrust quicker into her, not being able to control it much longer. She moaned a bit louder and started to come. He felt her muscles contracting and spasming around his penis and couldn’t take it. He erupted in her, forcefully, hard and fast and let out a little yell.

Chris collapsed back into his chair while she lay; nearly limp on the desk, her legs dangling over the side. They both panted, trying to catch their breath back. She sat up and looked at him.

“Where do we go from here?” Beth asked.

“Well, we could go to my place, or your place, and have another go...”

Beth grinned and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply. “Get your coat, babe, you’ve pulled,” she teased. “That was absolutely incredible.”

They dressed as best as they could and slipped out of the nick, unnoticed. Chris followed her back to her flat. They didn’t get as far as the hallway before their clothes were being ripped off. All of a sudden the light flipped on.

“Alright, love? Don called off poker tonight and I thought I’d surprise you. I’ve got us some pizza, and there’s a documentary on the Met on the BB….”

Beth and Chris, dishevelled, half-unbuttoned, turned around to face John Boulton, holding a bottle of beer. For one second, complete silence descended on the three as the situation sunk in. John slammed his bottle down on the table, shattering the silence.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing you bastard? I’ll kill you!” John roared, anger and hatred flashing in his eyes.

Chris turned, and bolted out the door, luckily enough with his trousers up. John quickly slipped on some shoes and tore out of the flat after him, shouting and screaming.

* * *

Chris was so lost thinking about what happened, he hadn’t noticed that the fog had lifted. Nor that he was still sitting in an alleyway next to a dumpster. Nor that John Boulton had doubled back, gone down the alleyway and was looking down at him, that second.

Chris gulped, and looked up at his pursuer. “Steady on, John…”