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Chapter 1
Only The Good Die Young
Book 2: Please, Let Me Get What I Want, This Time.
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 all three books of “Only The Good Die Young” at fanfiction.net if you prefer
Chapter 1:
Kathryn O’Sullivan rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. She was lead down the metal steps of HMP Holloway, by a female screw, a new one that Kathryn had never seen before. Her footsteps echoed down the stairs. It was her release day – the day that should have been the happiest day of her life. She received the normal amount of filthy looks and mumbled comments made towards her as she went. Kathryn wasn’t well liked – anyone in love with a copper was considered to be filth here. However, ever since the day she found out John was dead, people had started to treat her with a bit more respect. Copper or not, he was all she had waiting for her on the outside and now she didn’t even have that, and some of them could appreciate her situation and laid off. By this point, Katy was immune to their words and jokes, and dirty looks.
Soon after John’s death, Chris Deakin paid her a visit at Holloway. They hadn’t said much to each other. He told her that he had been transferred to Hendon, to teach. That he thought about her a lot and asked after her frequently. When she asked him about Claire, Chris didn’t know very much – he didn’t even realise that they were having a relationship until after John died and it all came out.
“I know he did love you, Katy. After you got sent down he wasn’t the same.”
“Yeah, but not enough, by the looks of things.” Katy sighed.
Chris took her hand and they sat together, in silence, helping each other through the pain, until the visit was over. Katy reckoned that Chris wouldn’t mind it if she paid him a visit, now that she was getting released.
They gave her back her clothes, a pale peach suit, her Prada handbag, wallet with £100, house and car keys, and sent her on her way. As she walked out the front door, an old friend was waiting for her.
“Bloody hell…Tony Stamp!” Katy exclaimed, “What on Earth are you doing here?” Katy threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug.
“I figured you could use a ride back home, seeing as the nearest station’s miles away.” Tony said.
“Thanks Tone!” Katy got in the car, and Tony shut the door behind her.
Katy looked at his familiar features, his big, rugged face, and kind eyes. His hair was lighter these days, his face a bit more lined, but he still looked the same.
“You’re looking well, Katy.” Tony said.
“Oh,” Katy chuckled, “Thanks. I feel lousy though.”
“Glad to be out?”
“Yeah…” Katy said, absently, “I guess.”
“I’m so sorry about what happened.” Tony put his hand on hers and squeezed it as they were stopped at a red light. “I can’t imagine what you must be feeling.”
Katy smiled sadly at Tony, “It’s alright Tony. I’ve had a year to think it through. Besides, towards the end I wasn’t the only one, you know.”
“He never gave you a fair deal. You deserved better than what he gave you.”
“Tony, can we talk about something else?” Katy smiled at him but in her eyes Tony saw how deep the pain went.
“Sure… sorry. You know me, shooting my big mouth off.” Tone chuckled to himself, trying to lighten the mood.
“How’s Sun Hill?” Katy asked, “Jim still in CID, Bob Cryer still at the custody desk? You know he was a decent man.”
Tony raised his eyebrows, “You mean you haven’t heard?”
“No, what?” Katy said.
“After John died the station went tits-up. Brownlow, he was the chief super, was forced to retire. CID changed hands completely, and Mr. Meadows is probably the only person there that you know. DI Deakin was transferred away somewhere, Don Beech was completely dodgy and it turns out he was the one that killed John, but he escaped off somewhere. Jim’s tenure was up in CID and he transferred back to uniform. And poor Sergeant Cryer, he got shot and retired.”
Katy gasped, “Oh my god! Is he ok?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. Still, the new super’s a right slime ball. No room in his new modern nick for old warhorses like Sergeant Cryer. Seems like all us old timers are disappearing. Just the other day Dave Quinnan was talking about leaving. He got stabbed shortly after you got sent in, because of a call that John got wrong, and married a nurse. Then, him and Polly, you remember Polly?”
Katy nodded.
“Well they started to have an affair, and it’s been horrible. Poll’s a good girl, and he’s shown what a right prat he can be. I hope they sort their lives out soon. What else…” Tony paused for thought.
“And how have you been, Tony?” Katy asked.
“Alright, you know. Nothing new. Same old thing. As long as I can get up, police the community and make a difference I’m happy.”
Katy smiled. Tony was the simplest and best of men. “So no new ladies in your life?”
Tony laughed. “No. I don’t have the time for that sort of thing.” He looked over at Katy and his heart ached. Four years since he last saw her and she still was the most beautiful woman that Tony had ever laid eyes on. He had never stopped loving her, even on the boat when she told him about her feelings for John Boulton. So many nights he had picked up a pen and tried to write down his feelings in a letter to her, but he couldn’t get the words right and in the end tore the damn thing up. Then after John died, he got in the car and drove up to Holloway to see her, but couldn’t bring himself to go in and talk to her. In the end he figured that he would pick her up on the day of her release, because, he reasoned, she would need a way home and wha what any friend would do. Now here she was and his heart was pounding a mile a minute. His throat was dry and the whole way up to Holloway he felt like he was going to vomit. They passed Kings Cross and Katy sighed.
“What’s on your mind?” Tony said.
“Just thinking…”
“Care to share?”
“Getting away. Blimey, how things have changed since I got sent down. When did this place become a construction site?” she asked, pointing at St. Pancras.
“They’ve been working on it for ages, trying to get it all sorted. They’re renovating the old hotel there, apparently it’s beautiful inside.”
“I hope they haven’t changed Greenwich too much.”
“Oh, so you haven’t heard about the Dome?”
“What Dome?”
“They built a Millennium Dome in Greenwich. Right out on the peninsula. Ugly old thing, looks like a spider. It was only open for one year and no one went to it. It’s right in your back yard practically.”
Katy sighed. “Great…”
“Listen, Katy…” Tony said, “When we get to Sun Hill, would you like to stop off for a coffee?”
“You know what, Tone, I’d love that.” Katy smiled at him.
“I know this nice little place by the section house.”
“Perfect.”
They rode the rest of the way in silence. Katy closed her eyes to the bright sunlight and rested. She felt slightly overwhelmed, not used to the space, and the sights. She breathed deeply until the dizzy feeling passed. After 20 minutes, they were in Sun Hill. Tony parked in the section house parking lot. He opened up the door for her, his heart still thudding. She looked up into his eyes and he smiled at her. He put his arms around her and she caught him off guard when he felt her whole body shake as she sobbed. Gently, he led her to the front door of the block and opened it.
“Come on girl, it’ll be alright. Shhh, it’ll be alright, love,” Tony said. He led her into the communal lounge and they sat together on the couch. Tony rocked her back and forth in his arms, as she held him, crying.
“I’m sorry, Tony,” Katy said, through her tears. “I’ve held it in for the past year and a half, but I can’t bear it any longer.”
“It’s alright, Katy.” Tony ran his hand over her hair and soothed her. Even though the tears weren’t for him, it didn’t matter, because she was there, with him, in his arms. Having her here like this was a masochistic blend of pleasure and pain.
“And the worst part,” Katy said, “The worst part is that even in death he couldn’t be mine. In life the job kept us apart, and in death, that woman, Claire, she claimed him as hers. She was the job-approved fiancée. Not me. Never me. When all I did was love him, look after him, and made him into who he was!” she bawled.
“He wasn’t fair to you Katy. He never was. Shhh. It’ll be ok love.”
“Tony I can’t help myself. I hate her.” Katy cried, “I hate her so much.”
“It turned out she was CIB. She was only in Sun Hill to investigate Don Beech on charges for corruption. John got killed to put her off her case.”
Katy cried even harder. “So if it wasn’t for her he never would have died in the first place?”
“Well… yeah.”
“Stupid, stupid, stupid man.” Katy’s eyes and nose were streaming. Tony slid out from her and retrieved a box of tissues from the loo. Katy blew her nose and wiped her eyes.
Katy took some deep breaths and regained her composure. “I’m sorry Tony. You don’t deserve this after all you’ve done for me.”
“Hey, what are friends for?” Tony asked, smiling warmly. “It’s ok. You need to let it out. It’s no good keeping it all in.”
Katy excused herself and went to the loo. She rinsed her face off and straightened her hair. Silently, she cursed herself for letting it all out in front of Tony.
“So,” she said, returning to the lounge, “How about that coffee?”
* * *
He watched her from across the road as shs res released from Holloway. She looked incredible, just as he had remembered her. Just as the pictures had showed her to look. Tony Stamp was there to greet her.
‘Oh well,’ he thought to himself, ‘No surprise there, Tony always had a thing for her. It was always so funny when John had to deal with Tony – they hated each other because of her.’
Getting out his camera he took snaps of her walking out of the gates, seeing Tony, hugging him and getting in his car. Very interesting.
He followed them from a distance and determined they were heading towards Sun Hill. Dangerous territory for a man like him, what with his previous. But he took an educated guess that they were heading for the section house. He took a shortcut and parked up around the corner. In his rear view mirror he watched Tony help Katy out of the car and saw her collapse, crying, into Tony’s arms. Leaning out the window he took a few more photographs, and then drove to Katy’s house to set up some surveillance there.
Book 2: Please, Let Me Get What I Want, This Time.
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 all three books of “Only The Good Die Young” at fanfiction.net if you prefer
Chapter 1:
Kathryn O’Sullivan rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. She was lead down the metal steps of HMP Holloway, by a female screw, a new one that Kathryn had never seen before. Her footsteps echoed down the stairs. It was her release day – the day that should have been the happiest day of her life. She received the normal amount of filthy looks and mumbled comments made towards her as she went. Kathryn wasn’t well liked – anyone in love with a copper was considered to be filth here. However, ever since the day she found out John was dead, people had started to treat her with a bit more respect. Copper or not, he was all she had waiting for her on the outside and now she didn’t even have that, and some of them could appreciate her situation and laid off. By this point, Katy was immune to their words and jokes, and dirty looks.
Soon after John’s death, Chris Deakin paid her a visit at Holloway. They hadn’t said much to each other. He told her that he had been transferred to Hendon, to teach. That he thought about her a lot and asked after her frequently. When she asked him about Claire, Chris didn’t know very much – he didn’t even realise that they were having a relationship until after John died and it all came out.
“I know he did love you, Katy. After you got sent down he wasn’t the same.”
“Yeah, but not enough, by the looks of things.” Katy sighed.
Chris took her hand and they sat together, in silence, helping each other through the pain, until the visit was over. Katy reckoned that Chris wouldn’t mind it if she paid him a visit, now that she was getting released.
They gave her back her clothes, a pale peach suit, her Prada handbag, wallet with £100, house and car keys, and sent her on her way. As she walked out the front door, an old friend was waiting for her.
“Bloody hell…Tony Stamp!” Katy exclaimed, “What on Earth are you doing here?” Katy threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug.
“I figured you could use a ride back home, seeing as the nearest station’s miles away.” Tony said.
“Thanks Tone!” Katy got in the car, and Tony shut the door behind her.
Katy looked at his familiar features, his big, rugged face, and kind eyes. His hair was lighter these days, his face a bit more lined, but he still looked the same.
“You’re looking well, Katy.” Tony said.
“Oh,” Katy chuckled, “Thanks. I feel lousy though.”
“Glad to be out?”
“Yeah…” Katy said, absently, “I guess.”
“I’m so sorry about what happened.” Tony put his hand on hers and squeezed it as they were stopped at a red light. “I can’t imagine what you must be feeling.”
Katy smiled sadly at Tony, “It’s alright Tony. I’ve had a year to think it through. Besides, towards the end I wasn’t the only one, you know.”
“He never gave you a fair deal. You deserved better than what he gave you.”
“Tony, can we talk about something else?” Katy smiled at him but in her eyes Tony saw how deep the pain went.
“Sure… sorry. You know me, shooting my big mouth off.” Tone chuckled to himself, trying to lighten the mood.
“How’s Sun Hill?” Katy asked, “Jim still in CID, Bob Cryer still at the custody desk? You know he was a decent man.”
Tony raised his eyebrows, “You mean you haven’t heard?”
“No, what?” Katy said.
“After John died the station went tits-up. Brownlow, he was the chief super, was forced to retire. CID changed hands completely, and Mr. Meadows is probably the only person there that you know. DI Deakin was transferred away somewhere, Don Beech was completely dodgy and it turns out he was the one that killed John, but he escaped off somewhere. Jim’s tenure was up in CID and he transferred back to uniform. And poor Sergeant Cryer, he got shot and retired.”
Katy gasped, “Oh my god! Is he ok?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. Still, the new super’s a right slime ball. No room in his new modern nick for old warhorses like Sergeant Cryer. Seems like all us old timers are disappearing. Just the other day Dave Quinnan was talking about leaving. He got stabbed shortly after you got sent in, because of a call that John got wrong, and married a nurse. Then, him and Polly, you remember Polly?”
Katy nodded.
“Well they started to have an affair, and it’s been horrible. Poll’s a good girl, and he’s shown what a right prat he can be. I hope they sort their lives out soon. What else…” Tony paused for thought.
“And how have you been, Tony?” Katy asked.
“Alright, you know. Nothing new. Same old thing. As long as I can get up, police the community and make a difference I’m happy.”
Katy smiled. Tony was the simplest and best of men. “So no new ladies in your life?”
Tony laughed. “No. I don’t have the time for that sort of thing.” He looked over at Katy and his heart ached. Four years since he last saw her and she still was the most beautiful woman that Tony had ever laid eyes on. He had never stopped loving her, even on the boat when she told him about her feelings for John Boulton. So many nights he had picked up a pen and tried to write down his feelings in a letter to her, but he couldn’t get the words right and in the end tore the damn thing up. Then after John died, he got in the car and drove up to Holloway to see her, but couldn’t bring himself to go in and talk to her. In the end he figured that he would pick her up on the day of her release, because, he reasoned, she would need a way home and wha what any friend would do. Now here she was and his heart was pounding a mile a minute. His throat was dry and the whole way up to Holloway he felt like he was going to vomit. They passed Kings Cross and Katy sighed.
“What’s on your mind?” Tony said.
“Just thinking…”
“Care to share?”
“Getting away. Blimey, how things have changed since I got sent down. When did this place become a construction site?” she asked, pointing at St. Pancras.
“They’ve been working on it for ages, trying to get it all sorted. They’re renovating the old hotel there, apparently it’s beautiful inside.”
“I hope they haven’t changed Greenwich too much.”
“Oh, so you haven’t heard about the Dome?”
“What Dome?”
“They built a Millennium Dome in Greenwich. Right out on the peninsula. Ugly old thing, looks like a spider. It was only open for one year and no one went to it. It’s right in your back yard practically.”
Katy sighed. “Great…”
“Listen, Katy…” Tony said, “When we get to Sun Hill, would you like to stop off for a coffee?”
“You know what, Tone, I’d love that.” Katy smiled at him.
“I know this nice little place by the section house.”
“Perfect.”
They rode the rest of the way in silence. Katy closed her eyes to the bright sunlight and rested. She felt slightly overwhelmed, not used to the space, and the sights. She breathed deeply until the dizzy feeling passed. After 20 minutes, they were in Sun Hill. Tony parked in the section house parking lot. He opened up the door for her, his heart still thudding. She looked up into his eyes and he smiled at her. He put his arms around her and she caught him off guard when he felt her whole body shake as she sobbed. Gently, he led her to the front door of the block and opened it.
“Come on girl, it’ll be alright. Shhh, it’ll be alright, love,” Tony said. He led her into the communal lounge and they sat together on the couch. Tony rocked her back and forth in his arms, as she held him, crying.
“I’m sorry, Tony,” Katy said, through her tears. “I’ve held it in for the past year and a half, but I can’t bear it any longer.”
“It’s alright, Katy.” Tony ran his hand over her hair and soothed her. Even though the tears weren’t for him, it didn’t matter, because she was there, with him, in his arms. Having her here like this was a masochistic blend of pleasure and pain.
“And the worst part,” Katy said, “The worst part is that even in death he couldn’t be mine. In life the job kept us apart, and in death, that woman, Claire, she claimed him as hers. She was the job-approved fiancée. Not me. Never me. When all I did was love him, look after him, and made him into who he was!” she bawled.
“He wasn’t fair to you Katy. He never was. Shhh. It’ll be ok love.”
“Tony I can’t help myself. I hate her.” Katy cried, “I hate her so much.”
“It turned out she was CIB. She was only in Sun Hill to investigate Don Beech on charges for corruption. John got killed to put her off her case.”
Katy cried even harder. “So if it wasn’t for her he never would have died in the first place?”
“Well… yeah.”
“Stupid, stupid, stupid man.” Katy’s eyes and nose were streaming. Tony slid out from her and retrieved a box of tissues from the loo. Katy blew her nose and wiped her eyes.
Katy took some deep breaths and regained her composure. “I’m sorry Tony. You don’t deserve this after all you’ve done for me.”
“Hey, what are friends for?” Tony asked, smiling warmly. “It’s ok. You need to let it out. It’s no good keeping it all in.”
Katy excused herself and went to the loo. She rinsed her face off and straightened her hair. Silently, she cursed herself for letting it all out in front of Tony.
“So,” she said, returning to the lounge, “How about that coffee?”
* * *
He watched her from across the road as shs res released from Holloway. She looked incredible, just as he had remembered her. Just as the pictures had showed her to look. Tony Stamp was there to greet her.
‘Oh well,’ he thought to himself, ‘No surprise there, Tony always had a thing for her. It was always so funny when John had to deal with Tony – they hated each other because of her.’
Getting out his camera he took snaps of her walking out of the gates, seeing Tony, hugging him and getting in his car. Very interesting.
He followed them from a distance and determined they were heading towards Sun Hill. Dangerous territory for a man like him, what with his previous. But he took an educated guess that they were heading for the section house. He took a shortcut and parked up around the corner. In his rear view mirror he watched Tony help Katy out of the car and saw her collapse, crying, into Tony’s arms. Leaning out the window he took a few more photographs, and then drove to Katy’s house to set up some surveillance there.