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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 14

Jo resurfaced from beneath the luscious raspberry scented bubbles of her bathwater; her fingers were pruney although her skin felt softened and renewed. It had been hard for her since the night in Vasey's penthouse, and she had taken to a ritual washing every day in order to feel clean. However, she realised, even for all her ministrations there was only one thing that could heal her; Guy.

Reluctantly she pulled herself from the bath, dried and dressed quickly in her habitual slacks and oversized t-shirt. She plaited her still wet hair before going into the kitchen and starting to pool everything together that would be needed for her friends stay over. She left the tray on the coffee table before choosing a couple of films that she hoped her guests would want to watch.

A knocking sounded an arrival; she looked at the clock, 6.27 pm. There was only one person that could be, Marion. She went to the door and opened it to see her friend standing there, pushing the door open wider in order to allow Marion access. "What's up?" Marion queried as she walked into the lounge and set her huge overnight bag down on the floor.

"What the hell is in there?" Jo asked, looking over to the stuffed metallic pink sports bag that now seemed to take up half of the living room.

"Allsorts. Having a girlie night in aren't we? Wine, chocolate, face masks, nail polish, you name it, I've brought it. Got any glasses ready?"

"Yes, on the table," Jo walked over and picked up the corkscrew.

She handed it to Marion, who proceeded to open the first bottle of many. "But first, you and I are going to sit down and have a chat, like we used to."

"What do you want to chat about?" She sat down as Marion poured the wine into two fresh glasses.

She handed a glass to Jo. "Why don't you start with Guy? Whatever happened the other night, Jo, I'm your friend, you can tell me anything."

"I told you about the other night."

"You told me some of what happened, you didn't tell me everything. I know you're holding back on me."

"Marion, I really don't want to." Jo sipped at the light golden liquid in her glass. "Sometimes, things just need to be left unsaid.

"Really?" Marion asked, she hitched an eyebrow in response watching as Jo took more and more of the liquid into her mouth and swallowed. "Is that what happened before, is that why Dean was persecuted?"

"Dean?" Jo's head was swimming, she looked at the glass and then to Marion. Something was happening to her and she couldn't quite fathom what it was, she knew she hadn't drunk that much already. "Dean who?"

"Dean Cookson."

Jo shook her head trying to put everything back in order, "Dean Cookson?" A tear fell down over her cheek. "Dean Cookson was a lowlife piece of scum Marion. How do you know Dean Cookson?"

Marion's demeanour suddenly changed becoming all too serious; she carefully uttered her words so that Jo would understand her meaning. "Dean was my brother. Why, Jo, why?"

"You don't know what he did to me. No one knows." Jo cried out.

"Are you sure?" Marion said coldly. Jo nodded her head, her eyes averted as best she could, knowing that Marion would pick up on the lie if she gave anything away. "Liar!"

Jo's head dropped further, unable to cope with the drugs that were taking over her system. "I'm ... not ... lying!" She screamed. "What have you done Marion?"

"Something that I should've done a long time ago but then when I found out about your involvement with Guy, I just had to do something about that too. You both deserve what is coming to you."

"Guy? What on earth ..."

"... Has he got to do with it?" Marion asked her expression pure evil. Jo nodded. Marion bent towards Jo's ear and licked the lobe, Jo shivered. "My birth name was Emily Cookson but Guy knew me better as Emily Saunders," she whispered.

Even with the shocking revelation of the grim reality before her she was unable to keep her grip on reality, Jo's eyes fluttered shut. Unconscious and limp, Marion fought against the dead weight of Jo as she dragged her bodily into Jo's bathroom. She set her plan into action, filling the bath with icy cold water as she collected her bag from the living room. If there was one thing Marion was certain of, she was going to enjoy avenging her brother's death and making Guy's heart bleed for his lost love.

.oOo.

Guy paced the length of the plush living room, the heels of his shoes clicking on the laminate flooring as he went. Robert had found a seat on the sofa, reclining into the soft cushions trying desperately to stop Guy's steps getting on the one nerve that was pulsating in his head.

Allan leant against the wall by the front door, his mind mulling over the events in Jo's life that had been divulged to him by Guy. He sought out the moving figure, watching the strong tall figure of Gisborne continue to walk. Yes, Jo had gone through a lot but so had Guy, he could see why they were meant to be together. Two broken souls with a chance for finding salvation within one another's arms. So things hadn't quite gone to plan but hey, the course of true love never did run smoothly.

Guy stopped, aware that he was being watched by both Robert and Allan. He sighed, "What is taking them so long?"

"Guy, calm down, mate," Allan tried to persuade him, "they're just trying to do their job."

"I know, it's just that if Marion is as crazy as everyone seems to think she is then shouldn't we be over at Jo's flat right now arresting her?"

"On what grounds, Guy?" Robert asked, exasperated. "Look I know that Jo means a lot to you ..."

"... Means a lot to me! Robert, I would lay down my life for that woman. I love her and if that bitch thinks she is going to take her away from me. Well, I'm not going to let her." He strode for the door; Robert nodded at Allan who, in turn, blocked Guy's exit. "Get out of my way, Dale."

Robert got up from where he was sat and walked over to Guy placing his hand on the taller man's shoulder. "In truth, she means a lot to all of us but most especially you, I understand that. Guy, we have to know what kind of crazy we're dealing with before we go in there all gung-ho. We have to also have some kind of indication of what connects Jo and Marion; it's not simply your relationship with Jo. It can't be, not with some of those pictures Marion's got on that wall in there. Please, just hold tight a few more minutes. The more information we have the more we have to throw at Marion."

Guy nodded, he knew Robert was right. He turned from them quickly and moved over to the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. Pulling out a bar stool he sat down, lowering his head into his hands as silent tears began to flow. "Guv?" One of the forensics team shouted.

"I'm coming," Robert replied, "Allan, look after him will you?" He asked before disappearing back into the bedroom.

Allan took a seat next to Guy, "I really admire you, you know?"

"What?" Guy looked over to him, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand and pullover sleeve.

"I admire you. Even after everything that has happened you still put Jo first."

"You shouldn't, Allan. I'm not worthy. A lot of the time I was just thinking about my own gain and lying to her, something I began to hate myself for. When it came to the crunch I was only honest with her because Vasey put me in such a position that I couldn't do anything than tell her the truth. I despised myself for not telling her sooner. I should've told her when I found out about her being a police woman; it would have been a lot easier, for both of us. Instead I just wanted to run and bury my head in the sand."

"Yeah but not anymore. You got yourself together and went out to find your wife. At least this means that you and Jo have a future."

"If we can get to her in time."

"I really don't understand what you're panicking about. Saffy's there with them."

"No, she's not," came an agitated response from the doorway as John ran into the flat, "where's Robert?"

"I'm here, what's up, John?"

"I've just had a call from Saffy, she's at the flat, been banging on the door for ten minutes with no response. She says the front is in darkness but she can't get around the back to check if there are any lights on or if she can spot any movement in any of the rear rooms."

Guy sprang up from his seat and moved toward the door again, Allan attempting to catch him up. "Robert, I'm going now. If you want me stop you'll have to damn well shoot me."

Robert shook his head, "go with him John, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid and make sure he doesn't go in without proper back up. Allan and I will follow."

.oOo.

A wave of nausea in the pit of Jo's stomach helped to bring her to her senses, becoming aware that she certainly wasn't in the same place that she had fallen unconscious in. Her skin was frozen and her teeth chattered as she began to open her eyes to the view of her naked body lying in a bath of icy cold water, it lapped around her up to her neck. Her arms felt heavy and she tried to move, yelping at the pain in her muscles as she realised that they were tied above her head. She looked up noticing her hands cuffed around the water pipe that led up to the electric shower. As she panicked the bile in her stomach rose up through her body and she coughed as the foul tasting liquid was released from her mouth and over the side of the bath onto her floor.

"Oh good, you're awake." Marion said menacingly. She sat on the edge of the bath and cupped Jo's chin in her hand, her thumb bruising Jo's lips as she ran it over them. "I can't understand what he wants with a plump thing like you, especially after me. But then he didn't deserve me, didn't know what to do with me, in fact, sex with him was terrible."

"Why did you marry him then?" Jo cried out, her frustration evident.

"His brother wouldn't have it any other way," she smirked, "Nick wanted to break Guy and I needed access to police records in order to find you, it was a win win situation for us both."

"You callous, unfeeling cow!" Jo bit out, trying to get to her jailer but screaming as she recognized she'd have to rip an arm off in order to do exactly that. She slumped back against the edge of the bath.

"Jo, Jo, calm down." Marion soothed, "can't have you collapsing on me again. Especially when there is so much to do."

"What ... are you ... going ... to do?" Jo stammered.

"Give you the same ritual death as my brother was warranted after you had him charged for a crime he didn't commit."

"Marion, what he did to me was far worse?"

"I only have your word for that."

"It wasn't even my arrest."

"That's immaterial, when I used to go and see him and ask him about what had happened yours was the only name that he would speak. Why, I wonder?"

"I don't know. He raped me, Marion."

"Bullshit!"

"It's true. I was fifteen, it was in his flat, and his mates were next door in his living room. I trusted him and he just couldn't help himself."

"Rape you? What is it that you have? You have all these men buzzing around you and you can't even see it. Guy, Much, Allan and even Robert."

"Are you jealous?"

"Of course not, why would I be jealous of you. You don't even hold a candle up to me."

"Guy seems to think so."

"Well, I'm going to put pay to that."

They both turned their heads as fierce knocking rasped against the front door to Jo's flat. "Emily, open this door."

"Speak of the devil," Marion interjected, "I'd know that lame excuse of a man anywhere." She closed the bathroom door and put a chair behind the handle. If they wanted to come and get her then she wasn't going to stop them but she would make damn sure that it would take them a while. This was the last thing she had to do, and then they could do what they wanted to her. All she had to do was ...

As the front door was put through she reached onto the shelf above the sink and grabbed at an open bottle of tablets and a glass. She put the glass onto the side of the bath, using both hands to force open Jo's mouth and pour the pills into her mouth. Try as she might, Jo attempted not to swallow any but Marion had anticipated this, sinking the glass into the bath water and pouring measure after measure of the cold liquid into Jo's throat attempting to wash them into her stomach.

"And now the finale ..." she mocked as she reached up to the shelf once more and found the razor blade she had left there earlier. Jo's vitals had begun to shut down as the varying tablets took hold within her body. Marion opened up the cuffs, Jo's arms falling into the water and causing a rip tide to pour over the side of the bath. Marion reached into the water and picked up the first wrist, the razor poised over the arteries that were evident there. "This is for my brother, Jo. See you in hell."

.oOo.

"So what did forensics have to say?" Allan urged Robert to tell him as they sped through London in order to get to Jo's flat as quickly as they could.

"Marion believes that Jo was responsible for her brother's death. She thinks that Jo orchestrated and then arrested her brother, a Dean Cookson, for aggravated burglary, kidnap and the attempted murder of a Jewish diamond merchant from Hatton Garden just about fourteen years ago. Why? They don't know. He was definitely there and Jo was definitely an arresting officer on the case but what the actual connection between the two of them is, they just can't say. However, they do say that Marion is unhinged, possibly to the point of insanity, and that she may have designs on killing Jo in a manner not dissimilar to her own brother's suicide."

"His suicide?" Allan asked incredulously.

Robert nodded, "yeah, whilst he was on remand he was found in a bath of cold water, completely out of his skull on anything he could get his hands on with both wrists slashed."

"Oh God," Allan cried. He stepped on the accelerator, weaving in and out of the mid night time traffic, blue lights flashing and siren sounding. They had to get to her.

By the time they reached the flat uniform had already opened up the front door, they watched as Guy followed by John climbed through the splintered wood. They followed both hoping that they wouldn't be too late as all four began to throw anything they could at the firmly obstructed bathroom door in order to gain access and save Jo.

.oOo.

From the other side of the bathroom door colleagues and friends alike did their best to get into the room. Through the fog that now clouded her brain Jo willed herself to keep going, there was more at stake than just her losing her own life. If she died then a part of Guy died with her along with any chance of a future together. From within the dark recesses of her mind she found the light, she would not die in vain, she had a purpose to live and live she must do.

"Marion," Jo tried reasoning with her, her head swaying from side to side as she tried to keep herself from slipping into unconsciousness again, "do you really think that killing me will release you from your agony."

"Yes," she hissed, the point of the blade poised over one of Jo's veins.

"It will not. Believe me. I thought about killing myself once, in order to get release. Your brother raped me. When I left that home in Nottingham to come to London I never expected to see your bastard of a brother again. But when my colleague and I arrested him, I couldn't believe my luck; at least he was going away for something if not what he had done to me. He did it, Marion. He and his two mates, rammed that poor man's shop, stole his stock at gunpoint, kidnapped him and then tried to assassinate him by tying him up and burning his body."

"It's not true."

"It is, and when they'd told me he'd killed himself I became angry. Angry with the world and angry at myself. Thankfully, after taking a cocktail of spirits and strong painkillers, I was found by my friend, Peter, and he managed to convince me that even though I'd been through some terrible things in my life, not only by your brother's hands, that there was something worth living for. I could be safe in the knowledge that I would always be free of him, he would never be able to hurt me again."

"No! I don't believe you."

"Of course you don't, you're so consumed with hatred that you believe just what he told you, that I fitted him up. Did he say why?"

"He said you used him as a scapegoat."

"How could I? I'd only been out of the academy a little while; I was still on probation and in uniform. Peter and I were the ones that arrested him because we gave chase after he managed to get away from our DCI."

"It doesn't matter. Your death will bring Guy to his knees too."

Jo shook her head, she was beginning to take control, she knew she couldn't be defeated by Marion whatever happened. Marion had turned her head toward the door, smiling at the prospect of Guy finding his beloved dying in a bath of her own blood that she failed to see Jo's free arm as it quickly darted up and caught Marion around her throat. Marion struggled dropping the blade. It sliced Jo's leg as it slid through water toward the bottom, but Jo was oblivious. She now had her other hand free which had found its partner at Marion's neck. She let go, Marion staggered backward gasping for air as Jo managed to pull herself from the water. She grabbed at the chair blocking the doorway before finding a bath sheet and loosely tying it around her body.

The men ran in, Marion was brought down and arrested. Guy's eyes searched the room for Jo. He fell to the floor crawling over to her now crumpled body; she'd collapsed as soon as she'd known she was safe. "Get an ambulance," he shouted, "now!" He pulled her into his arms, her eyes opened briefly and she smiled. "Jo, Jo, please wake up," he noticed the crimson stain of blood on her leg and some pills strewn over the floor; Marion had really wanted to do a good job. "Please live," he whispered to her, kissing her hair as he waited for the paramedics. "Please don't leave me. I'm so sorry for what has happened, sorry for everything. Please forgive me."

He felt a hand on his shoulder and found the paramedics standing over him. Reluctantly he let go of her, allowing them to pull her body onto a gurney and start bringing her back into consciousness. Within seconds they were in the ambulance and Guy was allowed to go with them. As he climbed up into the back he saw Marion staring at them, she cocked her head and smiled at him. "You!" He yelled at her from where he stood. "I promise you, Emily that I am going to make your life a living hell. And another thing," he said as they were just about to close the doors, "I want a divorce, now I know where you are." He took his seat as Marion was closed away from his view, he reached over and took hold of Jo's hand, "it won't be long now, my love, soon we'll both be free."

As Marion was pushed into the back of the car she smiled, so he wanted a divorce. 'Good,' she thought, 'this should be interesting. I hope you have a very good lawyer, Guy, because I'm going to break you if it's the last thing I do.'
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