Post by Page Lauren Phillips on Nov 10, 2009 21:54:37 GMT
The 999 call had gone out only 12 minutes ago, but Spectre had soon been called for, and Page pounced upon the chance as she always did, getting to the street in record time, just as the minute hand clicked past the hour, making it a little over 2 in the freezing morning when she arrived. Finishing her text to Damon she strode over towards her spotlight.
Wakey wakey Damey, we’ve a “situation”, woo, better put down whichever slut you’re riding, oh no that’s me, and get your butt to 27 Exeter Street. Just admit you’re whiPPed x
The attitude she walked with was strangely natural, not exaggerated but the air of authority she gave off was enough to persuade the nervous police officer to lift the scene of crime tape for her to duck easily beneath, “thanks,” she murmured with a surprising amount of feeling for the amount of energy seemed to be poured into looking at the still unfolding scene before her, he watched her as she stopped just inside the ring of death, head inching slowly from side to side as her eyes roved quickly and efficiently over the scene. “You look like a fish,” she commented, eyes still travelling across the street soaking in every detail,
“sorry?” The young constable muttered in surprise,
“You look like a fish…with your mouth hanging open like that, it’s like you’ve never seen a woman before,”
“No…well yes I have…I was just watching you work,”
“You realise it could be off putting?”
“Well…it doesn’t seem to be putting you off,”
“And what would you put that down to? Professionalism? Ambition? Focus?” She crouched peering at the scene from a different angle, and he hunkered down too struggling to see how it would help.
“Err, all of them?”
“Desire,” she spoke huskily, standing quickly, and he caught a glimpse under her skirt as he stumbled to his feet, “I can tell you’ve got it,” he blushed, “only joking duck, now watch and learn closer, come on,” she lifted the tape for him.
“But my inspector…”
“Screw your inspector, now that would be funny if you did. You need that drive, a lust for knowing what the fuck take place tonight, wouldn’t you rather try and figure it out than stay on lame guard duty?” Her eyes were back on the street as she moved slowly down the street looking from left to right. “They’ve asked for witnesses?”
“I think so,”
“Who was first on the scene?”
“Sally, I mean PC Parker and PC Dorris,”
“Fancy Sally do you? Just do it. I’d have guessed the body made it there first studly, are you always just dumped on guard duty?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” he muttered beginning to feel more uncomfortable around her.
“Kinda my job, and yours to work this all out, ain’t it? Plus your answers aren’t informative. Now why don’t you ask me some questions? Get a bit more inquisitive.” She stooped and brushed a hand across the pavement, oddly smelling her palm afterwards.
“Um…ok, why did you do that?” For answer she got his hand in her face and a cheeky smile, taking a bigger whiff than he meant to her nearly gagged, “urgh what the hell is that?”
“Doesn’t remind you of anything?” She brushed her hands together taking another cautionary step forward.
“My Gran’s house?”
“You really take an age don’t you? What’s at your Gran’s house?”
“She keeps a load of dogs…so someone walked their dog before the murder?”
“Hardly, the smell’s more potent than that, and if you think about it, just that little bit different.” She was looking up into the cool night air hands on delicate hips her small tongue travelling across her lips, he couldn’t think of what to say so just meekly followed her gaze, seeing only the distant clouds obscuring far off stars.
“How’s that help?” He asked after a few moments awkward silence.
“It doesn’t, I just like looking at the stars, problem?” She turned back to the street, and took three quick steps leaving him behind momentarily, she held up a hand to stop him walking past and he felt the strength of her arm holding him back. Now they could see the body, slumped awkwardly against the lamp-post, it’s unnatural light picking out grotesque details, as the victim’s face had been badly disfigured, and lolled pervertedly to the left, almost hanging off, blood had gushed incessantly from the gaping neck wound and congealed all around the victim’s cold body. “Nice isn’t it?”
“Wh…What could have done that?” He gasped disgusted by the sight of it, no wonder the inspector hadn’t wanted him to see it, bile rose in his throat.
“Watch it fishy,” a firm hand dragged him back and yanked his hair to force him to hurl in the opposite direction to the body, “let it out boyo, your inspector should have let you see a body ages ago, I hurled for five minutes my first time.” She thumped him on his back as he wiped away the sick from his lips, blinking furiously as he tried to erase the nasty images branded into his mind.
“Really?” He mumbled.
“Noo, but I can see why people do,” she laughed brightly, completely unperturbed by the whole thing. “So, again, what could have done that?”
“What do you mean what?” He struggled to think feeling waves of nausea wash over him again, he heaved for a second time.
“Yes what, I don’t mean who.”
“I don’t know,” he muttered, she held his shoulders now,
“Yeah you do,”
“I don’t,”
“Work it out…put the pieces of the puzzle together.” He couldn’t keep the images from flashing across his minds eye, and he knew the body lay just metres away, he quivered uncontrollably now, unable to think straight. Her hand suddenly clamped across his mouth, his eyes widened in fright as he struggled to breath, and was hit by the smell of wet dog, he stopped struggling frantically against her solid grip and when her hand moved he whispered,
“a dog,” not believing his own lips.
“well, not exactly no, but close enough for a first time guess, this my little cherub, was done by a werewolf.” His brain overloaded as he struggled to digest what she’d actually said.
“A what?”
“You heard me Liam.”
“How’d you know my name?”
“I know many things,” she cried theatrically as he pushed away from her, “plus it’s on your name badge,” she was enjoying this, fucking with his head, “you think I’m lying don’t you? That this is some sort of weird test…I wish ikkle Liam, this is the real deal.”
He stumbled back, and saw the body again, throwing up the rest of his dinner he turned and fled to gales of laughter resounding in his ears.
Page laughed, she couldn’t help it, the petrified look on his face tickled her funny bone something rotten, but he had needed to wake up to the real world, so her poking fun had been for his ultimate benefit, he just wouldn’t thank her anytime soon. “Oh I’m cruel,” she declared to the cold night air, spinning on her heel back to the delightful body at her feet, “looks like we’ve an all nighter Damon, it’s gonna be fun, fun, fun.” Page rubbed her hands together, not because of the cold, but with glee.
Wakey wakey Damey, we’ve a “situation”, woo, better put down whichever slut you’re riding, oh no that’s me, and get your butt to 27 Exeter Street. Just admit you’re whiPPed x
The attitude she walked with was strangely natural, not exaggerated but the air of authority she gave off was enough to persuade the nervous police officer to lift the scene of crime tape for her to duck easily beneath, “thanks,” she murmured with a surprising amount of feeling for the amount of energy seemed to be poured into looking at the still unfolding scene before her, he watched her as she stopped just inside the ring of death, head inching slowly from side to side as her eyes roved quickly and efficiently over the scene. “You look like a fish,” she commented, eyes still travelling across the street soaking in every detail,
“sorry?” The young constable muttered in surprise,
“You look like a fish…with your mouth hanging open like that, it’s like you’ve never seen a woman before,”
“No…well yes I have…I was just watching you work,”
“You realise it could be off putting?”
“Well…it doesn’t seem to be putting you off,”
“And what would you put that down to? Professionalism? Ambition? Focus?” She crouched peering at the scene from a different angle, and he hunkered down too struggling to see how it would help.
“Err, all of them?”
“Desire,” she spoke huskily, standing quickly, and he caught a glimpse under her skirt as he stumbled to his feet, “I can tell you’ve got it,” he blushed, “only joking duck, now watch and learn closer, come on,” she lifted the tape for him.
“But my inspector…”
“Screw your inspector, now that would be funny if you did. You need that drive, a lust for knowing what the fuck take place tonight, wouldn’t you rather try and figure it out than stay on lame guard duty?” Her eyes were back on the street as she moved slowly down the street looking from left to right. “They’ve asked for witnesses?”
“I think so,”
“Who was first on the scene?”
“Sally, I mean PC Parker and PC Dorris,”
“Fancy Sally do you? Just do it. I’d have guessed the body made it there first studly, are you always just dumped on guard duty?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” he muttered beginning to feel more uncomfortable around her.
“Kinda my job, and yours to work this all out, ain’t it? Plus your answers aren’t informative. Now why don’t you ask me some questions? Get a bit more inquisitive.” She stooped and brushed a hand across the pavement, oddly smelling her palm afterwards.
“Um…ok, why did you do that?” For answer she got his hand in her face and a cheeky smile, taking a bigger whiff than he meant to her nearly gagged, “urgh what the hell is that?”
“Doesn’t remind you of anything?” She brushed her hands together taking another cautionary step forward.
“My Gran’s house?”
“You really take an age don’t you? What’s at your Gran’s house?”
“She keeps a load of dogs…so someone walked their dog before the murder?”
“Hardly, the smell’s more potent than that, and if you think about it, just that little bit different.” She was looking up into the cool night air hands on delicate hips her small tongue travelling across her lips, he couldn’t think of what to say so just meekly followed her gaze, seeing only the distant clouds obscuring far off stars.
“How’s that help?” He asked after a few moments awkward silence.
“It doesn’t, I just like looking at the stars, problem?” She turned back to the street, and took three quick steps leaving him behind momentarily, she held up a hand to stop him walking past and he felt the strength of her arm holding him back. Now they could see the body, slumped awkwardly against the lamp-post, it’s unnatural light picking out grotesque details, as the victim’s face had been badly disfigured, and lolled pervertedly to the left, almost hanging off, blood had gushed incessantly from the gaping neck wound and congealed all around the victim’s cold body. “Nice isn’t it?”
“Wh…What could have done that?” He gasped disgusted by the sight of it, no wonder the inspector hadn’t wanted him to see it, bile rose in his throat.
“Watch it fishy,” a firm hand dragged him back and yanked his hair to force him to hurl in the opposite direction to the body, “let it out boyo, your inspector should have let you see a body ages ago, I hurled for five minutes my first time.” She thumped him on his back as he wiped away the sick from his lips, blinking furiously as he tried to erase the nasty images branded into his mind.
“Really?” He mumbled.
“Noo, but I can see why people do,” she laughed brightly, completely unperturbed by the whole thing. “So, again, what could have done that?”
“What do you mean what?” He struggled to think feeling waves of nausea wash over him again, he heaved for a second time.
“Yes what, I don’t mean who.”
“I don’t know,” he muttered, she held his shoulders now,
“Yeah you do,”
“I don’t,”
“Work it out…put the pieces of the puzzle together.” He couldn’t keep the images from flashing across his minds eye, and he knew the body lay just metres away, he quivered uncontrollably now, unable to think straight. Her hand suddenly clamped across his mouth, his eyes widened in fright as he struggled to breath, and was hit by the smell of wet dog, he stopped struggling frantically against her solid grip and when her hand moved he whispered,
“a dog,” not believing his own lips.
“well, not exactly no, but close enough for a first time guess, this my little cherub, was done by a werewolf.” His brain overloaded as he struggled to digest what she’d actually said.
“A what?”
“You heard me Liam.”
“How’d you know my name?”
“I know many things,” she cried theatrically as he pushed away from her, “plus it’s on your name badge,” she was enjoying this, fucking with his head, “you think I’m lying don’t you? That this is some sort of weird test…I wish ikkle Liam, this is the real deal.”
He stumbled back, and saw the body again, throwing up the rest of his dinner he turned and fled to gales of laughter resounding in his ears.
Page laughed, she couldn’t help it, the petrified look on his face tickled her funny bone something rotten, but he had needed to wake up to the real world, so her poking fun had been for his ultimate benefit, he just wouldn’t thank her anytime soon. “Oh I’m cruel,” she declared to the cold night air, spinning on her heel back to the delightful body at her feet, “looks like we’ve an all nighter Damon, it’s gonna be fun, fun, fun.” Page rubbed her hands together, not because of the cold, but with glee.