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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

Guy Matthews held his mobile phone to his ear, his cool blue eyes surveying the scene of lecherous men succumbing to their desires of the writhing female bodies that created the floor show in the seedy night club. He ran his long fingers through his choppy black hair, taking on board everything the man on the other end of the line was asking of him.

“So you want how much again?” His deliciously dulcet east Midlands accent sounding each of the words as they rolled from his tongue. “Oh, right. You know that’s not a problem, usual place?” He waited for the response, “ok, ten thirty do ya? … Right, see you then.”

He picked himself up off his stool, the expensive dark charcoal fabric of his suit trousers sliding back down over his legs as he stood. Subconsciously he pulled at the light cotton fabric of the white shirt he was wearing, seemingly smoothing out any crinkles before walking off in the direction of the office. He greeted a couple of customers on his way, finally glad to be out of the confines of the uncomfortable surroundings when the private door closed behind him and he was alone once more.

He dragged his empty case up from its place next to the desk and walked over to the safe, slipping inside the small room once he’d opened the lock. The case was placed upon a table in the centre and after he opened it he filled it with the ordered consignment, before taking the now locked case back out into the office, locking the safe door behind him and putting on the matching jacket of his suit. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, messing about with his floppy fringe and adjusting the collar of his shirt before retracing his earlier steps back out into the club and then outside to his car.

The indicators of the black Mercedes flashed as he pressed the central locking on his keys, unlocking the car and sitting behind the wheel before driving off to his rendezvous. Tonight he would get rid of the order then stop off at a local pub and have a couple of well earned pints, it was the least he could do for himself after the day he had had.

He stopped his car behind some old warehouses and walked the short distance to the meet up point, quickly looking at his watch to ascertain the time. He would be slightly early but that wasn’t a bad thing, if he knew King at all then he knew he would already be there, noticing King himself step from the shadows as soon as Guy turned into the small alleyway.

“Matthews, how are you man?” Asked the large burly black man, the lone diamond stud in his left ear twinkling under the scrutiny of the amber street light above them.

“Good, King. You?” Guy returned, holding up his hand for the other man to shake.

“Great. This stuff is kicking, can’t get enough of it. Vasey sure knows good stuff when he smells it.” King sniffed, trying to add extra effect to his insinuation.

“Yeah, he would do if he sampled any of his gear but he leaves that to you guys.”

“You never dabble?”

“Me? No. Never. Not my vice.”

“I bet you’re a ladies man?” King asked, his tone all knowing.

“I like the girls, but I like decent Russian vodka better. And when you mix the two …” His eyes shone, leaving nothing much to the imagination of the other man.

“You old dog.” King drawled, punching Guy lightly on his shoulder. “Got the merchandise?”

“Yep, got the money?”

“Right here,” King opened the case, Guy reaching in and checking over some of the wads to make sure it was all there. Satisfied, he let King close the case back up before opening the one that he held. King glanced over the sealed packages nodding his approval before breaking a slit into one with a knife, extracting a little of the powder and sniffing it from the blade. He lent back against the wall behind him allowing the small amount of cocaine to take a hold, Guy closing up the case once more and waiting for the transfer. “That’s good,” King breathed out, holding up his case to Guy and accepting Guy’s in return. “Give my regards to Vasey, Matthews. Tell him I’ll have more from him next week.”

“Will do, King. We’ll wait to hear from you then.” He backed out of the alley, always aware that King could do something that would leave one of them injured or even dead and Guy, being Guy, never wanted to take that chance. When he finally felt safe he strolled back to his car, locked the case in the strong box in the boot and drove off in the general direction of home.

He parked up, leaving the confines of the car to walk into the busy nightlife he wanted to immerse himself in. He rounded a corner and thankfully saw a typical spit and sawdust pub, a sight that were becoming very few and far between with posh cocktail bars and gastro pubs taking over. The stench of old ale hit his nostrils as he walked through the swing door, narrowly missing being knocked over by a couple of revellers that were trying to drag their way outside so that they could have a smoke.

He picked his way through the throng, ‘not a bad crowd for a Thursday night’ he thought, realising that most were there for the live music, a duo whose musical repartee swung from the sixties and old soul classics to Brit pop and rock. Finally, he reached the bar ordering a pint of lager before finding a vacant space in an alcove. He allowed his eyes to wander over the assembly, a task he always carried out when he was in such a place in order to work out who could possibly take a dislike to him. There had been many a jealous boyfriend he had had to fend off because their girlfriend had taken a shine to him, the last thing he needed tonight was trouble.

The crowd around him began to dissipate as a large party of middle aged balding blokes on the pull pushed off to presumably another pub, allowing him to relax a little and take a perch on a newly vacant stool. The cool amber liquid quenched his thirst as it slipped down his throat, he closed his eyes to the sensation. He’d definitely needed that.

Another group entered the establishment and his eyes flew open as the continuous laughter and loud chatter invaded his senses. He spied a girl in the middle being pulled around by a group of friends and by the look of her it was her birthday, a helium balloon bounced above her head with what appeared to be ‘35th’ printed on in large red numbers, it was tightly strung to her arm with bright pink ribbon. Allowing his gaze to rove over her, he noticed that her long wavy chocolaty brown locks were held back with a black Alice band, her make up had seen better days but her brown eyes shone, she wasn’t exactly lean he noted, but her frame was well proportioned and her clothes enhanced the better bits of her body whilst hiding the others.

She took a step forward, already looking like she was swaying with the after effect of copious amounts of alcohol but her friends were unrelenting, ordering her a shot of something green and making her throw it down her throat, she stepped back again. ‘Good job she’s wearing flat shoes,’ he thought, envisaging having to catch her in his arms as she fell over. He smirked at himself, conscious of how his mind was wandering. ‘She’s drunk,’ he tried to reason with himself.

“Water,” she eventually shouted, her accent indiscernible. “I need a large glass of Adam’s ale, now!”

“Come on, Jo. It’s your birthday, we need to get you rat arsed as there seems to be little chance in getting you laid.” Said a young man in his 20’s, earning himself a thunderous look from the girl in question. An amused Guy continued to observe.

“Thanks, but I warn you. If I don’t get water then I’m going to throw up …” she kept her eye on the lad, suddenly pointing in his general direction, her arm dismally attempting to stay still. “And that’s the direction I’m going to spew in.”

The lad moved to the bar quickly grabbing the proffered pint of iced tap water and running back to her with it. Guy watched the display, enthralled by the simplest action of this woman drinking her water in one go. Once she had completed her task she threw the remnants of the ice over the lad and hauled herself to the bar, the helium balloon bobbing along after her as she went. “Vodka and coke, my good man,” she said, “and Lenny is paying.” Her group of friends cajoled and cried out as Lenny opened his wallet to show that he didn’t have any notes left.

Guy got up from his seat, moving to the bar and putting his glass on the light wood veneer, “here, I’ll pay for that and I’ll have another lager, please.”

Jo turned sharply, her hip making a loud thud as it made contact against the wood. Obviously too drunk to notice as she looked up with warm hazel eyes into the beautiful face of the stranger who had saved her embarrassment. “Thank … you,” she slurred.

“My pleasure,” he picked up his pint taking a sip, his ice blue eyes sparkling, “happy birthday.”

“How did you know?” She asked, smiling sweetly. Guy grinned, how was it that people were so stupid when they were drunk. He pointed to the balloon. “Oh yeah, silly me.” She turned back from him when a friend called her over to them and once again he was free to go back to his seat and his pint, falling back into being the quiet observer of the birthday girl and her mates.

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Detective Inspector Jo Harper poured over the file, checking the statements and typed reports making sure that everything was in order before she went off duty. Tonight her friends were taking her on a pub crawl in order to celebrate her 35th birthday and she was determined to leave her desk free of any work before going off on leave for a few days.

“What time are we meeting up, Jo?” DC Saffy Jacks asked Jo as she pulled her leather jacket on, ready to leave.

“Marian’s coming over to mine at 6.30 in order to help me get dressed, so you can come over and help us sink a couple of bottles of wine if you like.”

“Thanks, that would be good. I’ll meet you there.”

“It’s 8.30 at the Harvester, isn’t it?” One of the other detectives shouted.

“Yes, and you’re all welcome to join in and by me a drink, including you, Guv?”

DCI Robert Hood walked out of his office and stood by her desk. “I thought I’d be roped in somewhere along the line. Alright Jo, I’ll be there, if only to keep you all from breaching the peace.”

“Breaching the peace?” piped up DS John little, “you’ll be the first one breaking that little law.”

“Yes, thanks John. Nice to know I finally have the respect of my crew. Now beat it, all of you. Go and get yourselves ready for tonight.”

Within minutes CID was empty. Hood walked back through the office toward his inner sanctum, mug of steaming tea in his hand. “I thought I told you to go, Jo?”

“Just wanted to finish off this last report, then everything is clear. Can go on holiday without a guilty conscious now, meaning that someone isn't having to pick up anything where I left off.”

“Thanks, it’s nice to know I have at least one conscientious member of my team. Hope you’re not doing anything too strenuous whilst you’re off though, I need you back refreshed. We’ve got some intelligence of a large scale drugs, arms, gambling and prostitution racket going on in our patch and I need everyone to be hands on with it. Be lots of overtime too.” He began walking back to his office, “need my best staff on it,” he smiled toward her. She knew what that meant, good job she’d cleared her desk. “I’ll fill you in when you’re back, when is that?”

“Next Wednesday, Guv. 9.00 am.”

“Good we’ll talk then. Finish that off then and get off home. And I’ll see you at 8.30.”

“Cheers, Guv.”

Jo had arrived home in good time, picking up a takeaway and a bottle of wine on her way. By the time she got there, her best friend Marian was already on her doorstep wondering where she’d been. Jo let them both into the flat and ate her food heartily, she knew she’d need to line her stomach before her night out and didn’t even start the wine until Marian sent her upstairs in order to have a bath before she was beautified.

Saffy had arrived and had drank her way through two large glasses of red wine by the time Jo had got out of the bath. Marian and Saffy then worked their magic on her, Marian working on Jo’s hair whilst Saffy defined Jo’s features with the little make-up that Jo owned. They finally pondered what Jo should wear, finally choosing a knee length black wrap around skirt that was hiding at the back of Jo’s wardrobe and a turquoise silk top that had a low scoop neckline and cap sleeves, it nipped in at the waist a little whilst the hem finished over her hips. They found a black pashmina and Jo insisted on wearing black pumps with no tights, knowing that she would have trouble walking with stiletto’s on and she’d end up ripping or, even worse, laddering any hosiery she was wearing.

Jo looked over herself in the mirror, and admitted that they had done a wonderful job even though she believed that they didn’t have that much to work with in the first place. She’d never thought much of herself and certainly never thought she was desirable, an ex boyfriend had put pay to that but there was something strangely sexy about the way Marian and Saffy had made her look that seemed to give her a little more confidence.

“Have you finished looking at yourself yet?” Marian joked as she walked back into the bedroom, “obviously not. Come on, Jo. Time is getting on and there are dishy policemen waiting for us to join them.”

“Hmm,” Jo shrugged. “Thanks Marian, Saffy. I can’t quite believe how attractive you’ve made me look.”

“Jo, how many more times. You’re beautiful you just have to enhance yourself sometimes. Look at you now, brimming with confidence.” Marian countered.

“She has had a bottle and a half of wine though, I’d be confident on that,” Saffy mocked. “How far is this pub off? I want to see a certain DC’s reaction.”

“Do tell?” Marian asked.

“I’ve been noticing Will for a little while, now. How about you?”

“Oh, I’m more attracted to the older man.”

“Who, John?” Saffy giggled.

Marian knocked Saffy’s arm, “no, Rob. He’s adorable.”

“What are you two like? I have to work with these guy’s.”

“So do I,” Saffy mentioned, “not bothering me, though.”

Jo rolled her eyes, her frustration evident. “Right, I’m ready. Shall we go?”

They left her flat, arm in arm, singing anything that came into their heads as they skipped up the street and round the corner to the few streets that made up the lively centre where most of them lived. They walked through the door to the Harvester and were greeted with the first chorus of ‘happy birthday’. The first of many. Jo was led to a large table where most of her friends were gathered and she sat down, having a few glasses of vodka and coke placed down in front of her. “You need to catch up,” one of her friends suggested. So she did, downing the first two as if they were pop. She slowed down on the next one knowing that if she didn’t the evening wasn’t going to last as long as she’d like.

She looked around at the assembled crowd, everyone she’d asked had turned up even John and Rob. And Marian was wasting no time by re-introducing herself to Jo’s DCI, not that he seemed to mind, his face full of smiles as Marian came onto him. She noticed DC Jim Much eyeing her up and he commented on how different she looked. “Is that a good thing?” She asked him, his nervousness only allowing him to nod his confirmation. She received another appreciative look from another colleague, DC Alan Dale as he winked at her, his appreciation evident as he smiled seductively. She shook her head, her eyebrows arching upward, the last thing she would be doing was going home with someone she worked with. That was one line she was never prepared to cross especially when she was their superior.

She heard Saffy giggle somewhere behind her and then realised that she had already begun to get her hooks into DC Will Scarlett, the attraction all too evident. At least her friends would be getting what they wanted. Unlike herself, all she wanted was a tall dark handsome stranger to sweep her off her feet and ride off into the sunset with her but that was never going to happen, was it? She was so deluded at times. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, ‘at least I have the perfect excuse to get drunk tonight.’ And as if in answer to her minds questioning someone reached over her and tied a large helium balloon to her wrist with ‘it’s my 35^th birthday – buy me a drink’ emblazoned over it. She smiled to herself, knowing that she was going to get slaughtered.

As the night wore on, the assembled group moved from pub to pub slowly losing casualties as they carried on toward their goal. They knew that there was a group on at the ‘Plume of Feathers’ and so they sashayed their way up the street, throwing themselves through the door into the warm inviting atmosphere of the pub beyond. Jo was only halfway to the bar when one of her remaining comrades handed her a shot and told her to throw it back. She did, allowing the vile green aniseed liquid to flow down her throat. She held herself back momentarily before realising that she needed to keep it down with a glass of water.

She made some comment about wanting a drink of Adam’s ale shooting Lenny down when she heard him trying to be smart, chuckling to herself when she as much told him that she was going to be sick over him if she didn’t get what she wanted. Lifting the glass to her lips, she drank, knocking back the clear refreshing liquid and with a swift action allowing the ice in the glass to tumble out over Lenny. God knows how she managed to find the bar but she did, asking for a vodka and coke and shouting out that Lenny would be paying. Not that he could, he wasn’t flush anymore.

And that’s when her tall dark handsome stranger arrived, in order to save her embarrassment by paying for her drink. She’d stared up into his face trying to focus on the icy blue of his eyes but failing miserably. “Thank … you,” she’d slurred.

“My pleasure,” she’d heard him say, “happy birthday.”

“How did you know?” She’d stupidly asked, before fixing her gaze on his outstretched finger as he pointed to her balloon and flashing her the sexiest smile she thought she’d ever seen. “Oh, yeah. Silly me,” she’d blurted out before recognising that one of her friends was calling her back to them and away from him. She carefully strutted over to them as she then became aware of a friend either side of her grabbing an arm and traipsing her over to the band. They plonked her down in front of a mic hoping she would realise what they wanted her to do. She’d always done it, the duo were old hands at allowing her to stand up with them and sing some old soul songs but she’d never been as pissed as a newt when she’d sung before.

The familiar notes introduced ‘Mustang Sally’ not giving her much chance but to compose herself quickly in order to sing at her best. “Mustang Sally, guess you better slow that Mustang down …” Rapturous applause and cheering erupted as the crowd began to enjoy her voice, and as she began to enjoy what she was doing she got into it, “… Mustang Sally now baby, guess you better slow that Mustang down, you’ve been running all over town, ooh, I guess you better put your flat feet on the ground.”

She carried on, her renditions of ‘Destination Anywhere’, ‘Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay’ and ‘Chain of Fools’, earning her admiration and more applause from the captivated audience. She finished on ‘Son of a Preacher Man’, leaving them wanting. As she walked back to her friends she was patted on the back whilst others shook her hands relaying how good they thought she was. She revelled in their appreciation realising that even though she didn’t have many merits, her voice was certainly a gift and maybe in another life she should use it.

When they finally staggered from the pub she leant herself against the exterior as she waited for those of her friends that were walking her way, only then realising that someone had doctored her balloon to read ‘it’s my 35th birthday – kiss me! X’ as random men came over to her and gave her a peck on the cheek or a chaste kiss on the lips. She tried shaking her head but the stubborn thing wouldn’t move or not as she expected anyway.

“Are we all here?” She struggled to ask but someone replied when they finally understood what she was saying.

“Not yet.”

“Oh, great.” She brought her head up to lean against the wall behind her and found that pair of ice blue eyes she’d seen earlier on. Her stranger. “Hi,” she somehow managed.

“Enjoyed yourself?” He asked her. It took enough effort to nod but she managed it. “Good. You know, you have a really good voice.”

“Thanks,” she murmured.

“Is it a regular thing you do, getting up and singing in front of a room full of people?” She shook her head, “you should,” he encouraged with feeling. “I’d love to hear you again sometime.”

She put her head in her hands. “Thanks, I think.” She said through her fingers.

He smiled again. “Well, goodnight …”

“Jo,” she added for him.

“Goodnight, Jo,” he said softly, before bending down toward her and giving her the greatest kiss she had ever been given. She considered how strangely erotic it was especially when the only contact they had was through their lips and the infrequent touch of his stubble against her chin. She whimpered at the loss of his mouth on hers but took in the wide grin that he flashed her as he stood back upright, mirroring it with her own. “Happy birthday,” he reiterated before turning and striding off in the opposite direction to Jo and her party.

“I hope you got his number?” Someone asked her as they dragged her bodily up the road toward her home.

She continued to look behind her as she seemed to float along the pavement. “What? No, I didn’t. I don’t even know his name.”
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