“BEN! I’m going out now!” Ali Hearn called to DI Ben Cole who was currently in the Bath.
“Ok, Ali! See you in a few hours. He called down the stairs from the Bathroom.
“Your tea’s on the table. You’d better eat it before I get home.”
“All right woman! Don’t you think I don’t know how to use a Microwave if it does get cold?”
“NO! That’ll be the day!”
The door slammed shut as Ali left for her night out with the Girls.
A few minutes later, Ben walked down the stairs in his Bath Robe. He walked into the Kitchen. He saw his dinner on the table, but he ignored this and went straight for the cupboard next to the sink. He took out a bottle of Rum and put it to his lips. He took a sniff and pulled a face. He screwed the lid back on and put the bottle back in the cupboard and sat down to his dinner of now cold pizza and chips.
Scott let himself into himself into his 5th Floor Apartment. His keys rattled as he put them on the Coffee Table and fell onto the sofa.
He clapped and the lights came on. Scott let his head sink into the back of the sofa and he closed his eyes. He was shattered. The case, in his eyes, was going now where. The file of papers that Stuart had handed him that morning hadn’t enlightened him in his quest for who killed James Gordon.
Unaware that he had drifted off, Scott’s mind clouded with questions.
Becky closed the door and leant on it. Her heart pounded in her ears. She couldn’t get Scott out of her mind.
“Oh dear,” she muttered to herself as she walked toward the kitchen.
She put the kettle on and sat down at the little round table in the corner of the area as her apartment was Open Plan. She buried her head in her hands for no other reason than to try and wipe the tiredness from her eyes.
A few moments later the kettle whistled and she got up and made herself some coffee.
“Good Morning, Inspector!” Scott said cheerfully.
“Morning, Inspector…, and how are you this morning?”
“I’m great thanks, Becky. And yourself?”
“Hmm. Not bad I s’pose.”
“Hey. I’m going back down to the crime scene later. Just to check out a hunch, wanna come along?”
“Sure, why not?” Becky shrugged, “Should be fun,” she added smirking.
Scott nodded, and smiled back.
“Great! Meet me outside my car at two?”
Becky nodded and smile at him again. Scott went slightly weak at the knees. It was that special smile that Scott loved about Becky.
“Oh, and Becky,” he called after her…
She stopped and turned.
“Nice smile,” he finished, and walked off.
“Scott!” Becky said, surprised.
“Hello,” Scott replied, and couldn’t help but grin.
“Well. What… What are you doing here?”
“What d’you think?” Scott asked, sighing. Becky shrugged and Scott rolled his eyes, and tusked playfully.
“Here to see you! Now are you gonna let me in or what?” he laughed.
“Oh. Yeah. Sure. Sorry. Come in,” Becky mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
“Thanks!” Scott said as he walked into Becky’s warm, welcoming and very red apartment.
Scott looked around, then commented.
“Nice place you got here.”
“Thanks. I like it.”
Scott smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. It was an old habit and something he hadn’t grown out of. A comfort thing when he was nervous. He flicked his hair out of his eyes.
“Park your bum. It’s quite cool that you’re here. I don’t get that many visitors apart from the landlady to check up on the rent!” Becky said playfully.
“You haven’t changed, have you, Becky?”
“What’s that s’posed to mean?” Becky cried.
“It’s not an insult! I swear!” Scott cried back, his face and voice alive with panic.
“I know…,” Becky grinned. She knew she had him wrapped around her little finger.
Scott sighed again and relaxed, which he showed with glee as he sank into the sofa.
“That was just cruel!” he complained, “So. You wanna watch a movie or summin’?”
“Jump right to it don’t you, Scott? But yeah. The DVD case is over there,” Becky replied, pointing with her head.
Scott padded over to the case which was oiled high with DVDs. He flicked along the various certificates. The amount of movies that Becky owned, Scott found simply astounding. He continued to search until he came across the one that caught his eye. One of his favourites. Scott pulled it off the shelf and spun around.
“Mind if we watch this?” Scott asked, holding up the special edition box set of Pulp Fiction.
“Yeah, sure,” Becky turned to look, “Cool. Pulp Fiction! I love that film!”
“Me too! It’s one of my favourites.”
“Stick it in then,” Becky said, resting her head on her knees.
Scott walked over to the machine and opened the DVD Player, stuck the disc in and hit the play button. He shuffled over to the sofa and flopped down next to Becky. As the titles flickered onto the screen, Becky snuggled into Scott. Scott rested his chin on top of Beckys head and inhaled her scent.
Scott smiled and put his arm caringly around her shoulders. She took hold of his hand and began to fiddle with his little finger. He closed his eyes and smiled again, then sighed contentedly. It was perfect. The whole evening was perfect. Beckys hair tickeled his nose and he wriggled it and chuckled. She twisted around and looked at him. He looked back and she gazed into his deep, green-blue eyes. Becky became fixated on his beautiful, perfect face. Their heads drew closer. Becky closed her eyes. She placed her lips gently on his
Then, typically, the alarm went off.