#formerdetxctives

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@formerdetxctives → starter call

        “ Uh-uh. I found this place first.           Go find your own warehouse. ” 

Abandoned Warehouse. Probably not abandoned. He doesn’t really care.

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@formerdetxctives replied to your post: it’s not like i wanted to be happy when i went bed...

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why you rude like this zoe why you so rude

[talkstotwigs]

             Eyes dart to meet those of a stranger’s as they approach, and the look on the blonde’s face is much like one of a child caught red-handed with their hand in a cookie jar. Skulking outside the door of an unused beach shed, and carrying a large, heavy-looking object that more closely resembles a weapon than it does anything else - what could POSSIBLY be suspicious about that? Nothing. There’s nothing to see here, and the quicker she convinces the other of that, the better. “------ can I help ya?”

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[rosetylerdwrp]

"Sorry, sir, she um- well, she wouldn't /stop/ talking downstairs, and she was asking for you, specifically, sir." The distraught officer cleared his throat and turned fully around (more to avoid Hardy's gaze than to pay any real attention to the petite blonde clutching D.I. Hardy's card in her hand like a lifeline). "Go on - isn't he the person you’ve been - 

“Oh, God, what is it?" A glance over his shoulder, and the poor officer wanted to burst into tears as well. Only /she/ had been /demanding/ to speak with Hardy, and now she looked like - well, she looked as bad as Hardy generally did - only worse - never mind the smart outfit (or was it a uniform?) she wore. “Are you going to cry, miss?

“Should I take her out, sir?” Nobody wanted to waste the Inspector’s time - least of all this poor underling. 

“No. Sorry, no,” the woman said, clearing her throat. “I don’t .. .I don’t /cry/.” And she didn’t, though it took a full breath to ease her out of whatever passing angst she’d been stuck in. With a conscious effort, the woman transferred the crumpled business card to an inside jacket pocket and held out a badge in greeting. “I’m Rose. Rose Tyler. I need to speak with you in private.” 

[firstborrn]

     Her parents were fighting. Mum was pregnant. Dad had slept with Becca Fisher.

     Then there was Dean.

     She couldn't bring it up with her parents. They didn't know that she'd been awake. Gran was out of the question too. As much as Chloe wanted it sorted, she couldn't do that to Mum and Dad. They didn't need that on top of everything else.

     It seemed obvious once she thought of it, wondering why it had taken her so long to realise in the first place. Maybe it was because as of lately she hadn't been Ellie, she'd been DS Miller. Nearly all of her visits were work related.

     Danny related.

     The clock had just ticked past eight in the morning. Hopefully she wouldn't be at work yet, Chloe didn't know these days. Not with everything else going on.

     No one knew she was awake yet, not having gone downstairs. This was private, something she needed only Ellie for. Holding her phone up to her ear, she waited with bated breath as the ringing tone continued.

                  "Come on... Pick up, please." && @formerdetxctives

[firstborrn]

The court session was due to start again any second, but Chloe had spotted Ellie still standing outside. Sidling over to the more than familiar woman, she checked once over her shoulder to ensure her mum hadn't come back out. With the pram pushed in front of her, containing a sleeping Lizzie, Chloe stopped close to Ellie. "I'm sorry about Mum." && @formerdetxctives

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"Thanks for helping me with this, El."

They're in the third house they have look at today. Finding a new place to live was something Mark knew he would have to do from the first day he packed an old bag, but had managed to put it off for the past two weeks while crashing on Nige's sofa. However, the reality was that he knew he wouldn't be moving back in with Beth. They were finally done after spending too long trying to keep things going.

His face was almost devoid of emotion, knowing fully well he had to keep up the hard walls he'd built inside of himself. If he didn't then he'd become more of a wreck than he felt now.

"What d'you think? Better than the last one or not?"

[rosetylerdwrp]

formerdetxctives Well, this was new. She'd never been handcuffed to a police table before. Well, not a modern one like this: a regular one. It wasn't that she'd never been shackled by police before; just not /regular/ ones. Rose wasn't even sure how she was going to handle /human/ officers. These ones weren't half bad, either. Saw right through her lies when they'd found her. She wouldn't have believed her either. Frankly, she couldn't even believe this was happening. It was meant to be a holiday. Beaches and bikinis and no aliens. She'd researched - actually sat down and searched - some of the nicer views with low crime rates. Broadchurch had some cow tipping and two murders, and one of those was over forty years ago. It was supposed to be a /quiet weekend/ and she'd still found herself standing over a dead body. Worse - she'd been found standing over a dead body. And now she was handcuffed to a police table half frozen in her bikini, with only a lent out POLICE jumper on over it that smelled ripe. Someone else's ripe smell. They'd probably done it on purpose. As far as interrogation tactics went, it wasn't a bad one, she'd give them that. And not much else. As the officer she assumed would be conducting the affair entered, with another close behind, Rose squared her shoulders and sat up straighter in her chair. "Look, I'm sorry I swung at your officer but he came up all of a sudden and I'd just found that poor, poor girl." That was all mostly the truth. "Please, I just want to go back to the inn and call my mum. She'll be worried sick over the news." Again, that was truish. This probably was on her mum's mind. She was probably complaining about it more than worrying, but it was close enough. "Can't I call her just to let her know I'm alright? "Don't I get a phone call?"