smallhobbit | A Drabble a Day or A Fic in a Week (Reply)

Fandom: Life on Mars
Title: A Drabble a Day or A Fic in a Week
Rating: Green cortina
Word count: 707
Notes: Written to celebrate six years of

lifein1973 and especially to thank the wonderful Mod

lozenger8
Thank you to my beta

jinxed100

Monday

DS Ray Carling knocked on the Guv’s door and walked in.

“Jimmy the Fish has just phoned. Looks like the blag is on for early Wednesday morning. He said Chaplin was at the dogs last night and he had that new bloke with him.”

Ray listened as Gene announced to his team that it was ‘all systems go’. Then, they both sighed as they watched Sam open his notebook and start giving orders, meticulously ticking them off as he did so.

Gene winked at Ray. “Don’t knock it, for some reason it seems to work and it keeps him happy.”

Tuesday

DC Chris Skelton left his house just after ten o’clock in the evening. He wasn’t sure whether he was feeling nervous or excited about the coming few hours. He’d played it down to his mum, saying that they were just doing some surveillance (he liked the word, he thought it sounded important), because he didn’t want her to worry; but he’d noticed his dad looking at him shrewdly. Still, the Boss had said that if everyone did what they’d been told things would be okay. And after all, Chris had joined the police so he could catch the bad guys.

Wednesday

DI Sam Tyler blinked and tried to make sense of the curtains that seemed to be around his bed.

A nurse appeared and smiled at him. “How are you feeling now? You lost quite a lot of blood, but the operation went well and you should make a full recovery. I’ll let your colleague in for a few minutes but then you need to get some sleep.”

Gene marched in. “Bloody hell, Tyler, we follow your instructions and you get yourself shot.” The words failed to mask his concern. “But we’ll get the bastard.” And then quietly, “Get well soon.”

Thursday

DCI Gene Hunt stormed around the station and anyone who might have considered loitering for even a few seconds suddenly found they had something pressing to do. In addition those who had been arrested the previous day were only too willing to co-operate, without any threat of physical violence, since the expression on the Guv’s face was sufficiently terrifying.

Chaplin and his accomplice had escaped following the shooting, but CID had been told about a number of possible hideouts which uniform were checking on and it seemed likely that it was only a matter of time before they were found.

Friday

WDC Annie Cartwright looked through the files. Whilst most of the minor criminals seemed happy either admitting their part in the blag or had such implausible alibis that they wouldn’t stand up in court, there was a distinct possibility that a clever lawyer would ensure that Chaplin and friend would be able to walk free. She therefore started to compile sufficient evidence that there would be no chance of that happening. In the process she found trails that linked them both back to a similar blag in London six months earlier. She smiled and took the file into the Guv.

Saturday

Desk Sergeant Phyllis Dobbs looked extremely satisfied as she finished her shift and handed over the cell keys. Earlier in the day Chaplin and his accomplice, an unpleasant man by the name of Walters, had been arrested at separate locations. Somehow both had ended up with the impression that the other had grassed them up, so that when they had accidentally met on the way to the cells they had lunged furiously at each other. By the time Vince and Geoff, with the assistance of two bobbies, had separated them the entire plot had been shouted for all to hear.

Sunday

“Right, Gladys, you’ll be staying at my place until you’re fully recovered,” announced the Guv as he ushered Sam into his house.

The smell of a roast dinner greeted them and Sam looked surprised, knowing that the Missus had left months ago.

“Annie and Phyllis thought you’d need some good food inside you,” explained Gene.

“And a drink or two,” added Ray as he and Chris came to greet them.

“Not while I’m taking painkillers,” Sam answered.

Everyone agreed that this was very sensible and Sam didn’t comment on the funny taste to the mug of tea he was given.