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Not Another Linford - TB/Olympic fic
Topic Started: Jul 4 2012, 07:06 PM (179 Views)
Sazzy
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Here's my effort of an Olympic - The Bill fic, a few days later than planned and will no doubt be tweaked when read through again. Hope you enjoy and looking forward to reading other fics.



"Understood Sarge, huh, typical, teenagers" Roger complained under his breath. His eyes scanned the horizon of Canley fields searching for any sign of the hooded youth last spotted at a scene of a mugging heading in his direction. Too early for dog walkers, too late for drunks the fields were eerily desolate, a ferral teenager would be easy to spot.
"Just what we need; some thug who thinks he's Linford,"
"Who's Linford?" PC Holly Perkins asked her mentor whilst he continued to mutter grumblings under his breath.
Roger rolled his eyes up to the heavens, wasn't it bad enough that he'd been sent out to puppy walk the MET's latest recruit without having to educate her on the Great British history pre 1990 as well?
"He's oh don't worry about it. Get down behind there," Holly was directed behind a collection of large dustbins where eagerly she crouched down out of sight. Holly, on only her third patrol was still eager to please, she would have climbed in the bin had Roger told her. Roger crouched beside her and peered over the top. "If he comes this way, we'll see him." He took off his helmet allowing it to bounce to the ground beside them. He held his breath as he peered over the top of the bin. Phew, two weeks of heatwave mixed with rotten food and nappies, his stomach started to lurch at the stench. Holly didn't look as if she was coping much better, her pasty shade of green indicated she'd not yet developed the iron stomach needed for this job.
"Look," Holly nodded toward the figure sprinting across Canley Fields.
"Red hoodie, running like his house is on fire, yeah thats him, Just be ready to leap out when he comes past,"

"I'm getting too old for this." Roger grumbled at the pain of his knees creaking when he pounced in front of the culprit. Somewhat stunned that he had been intercepted, the lad who was little more than a teenager, came to an abrupt halt. Holly sprung into place behind the perpetrator. Roger hoped now they'd got him in a pincer movement, he was not going to cause too much trouble.
"Good morning sir and can I ask you where you are going to in such a hurry at five thirty... six in the morning?"
"Yes you can ask officer." The man replied, his bulked presence towering over Roger in an obvious attempt to intimidate.
"We have reason to believe that you were involved in an assault in Canley High Road earlier this morning. So I'll ask you again, where are you off to in such a hurry sir?"
"I'm off to the Olympics! I'm having my morning run, I'm a boxer, competing this afternoon, officer."
Roger threw a look at Holly, she quietly snortled leaving him to make the decisions on this case. "Cuff him" Following instructions Holly wrapped the cuffs around the culprits wrists without the slightest struggle.
"You can't do this too me! What grounds do you have?"
"A man of your description was involved in an incident and you were seen running away. Now can we save the protest I've got a headache coming on and because of the Olympics that you are not participating in I have several more hours of the shift to go on my day off."
The man sucked his teeth in protest as Holly directed him next to the stinking dustbin.
"Yeah we've got him sarge, and wait for this... he reckons he's taking part in the Olympics today, haha yes sarge he'd be better off doing comedy night at Jongleurs."

"I want to make a phone call."
"We are just in the building you'll have to wait."
"I need to make a phone call, it weren't me I tell ya!" Entering Sun Hill Police Station the prisoner had become quite agitated.
"Just wait and be quiet, you'll get your phone call later." Roger had seen it all before, kids like this one were ten a penny, they would deny everything, before screaming for a phone call, a solicitor, a drug referral worker and then between them they would find some excuse for the prisoner's behaviour which would be pleaded throughout the interview and repeated again in court. But this guy was different to the rest, the longer they waited the more frequently he looked at the clock, each plea becoming more frantic. "Time was of the essence, his trainer was going to go ballistic" he kept pleading. Could it be that the lad was telling the truth, he did run at breakneck speed toward them and hadn't broken into a sweat? Nah, Roger was just needing some paracetomol for his headache, he could get things into perspective and then resolve the mystery.
"Err you are not on drugs are you?" The prisoner gave out an exasperated sigh as he shook his head. "Okay, just checking."

"We've been joking about it when the games were announced but didn't actually think any of the kids would actually try it on." Roger chuckled as he relayed the mornings events to the inspector. The Olympic Park in the next borough was always going to create some level of mayhem.
Dale Smith didn't seem to see the humour of the situation and instead shuffled the papers across the desk he was sat at. "So did you find anything on him, a wallet or the cash?"
"No guv, we reckon he must have stashed it, Holly's walking the route he took now."
"No evidence that's a good start; so you have him in here for what reason?"
"He matches the description and he was seen running away from the scene. He's a cocky so and so. must be off his head if he thinks we are going to swallow this one"
Smithy put his pen on the desk, slowly sat back and looked Roger in the eye. "And I assume you have checked his story out? Made phone calls to ensure what he has told you is actually a lie?"
Roger shuffled uncomfortably reverting to a child stood at the desk of his headmaster.
"Well errr not yet guv. Its absurd, no athlete in their right mind is going to be legging it across Canley Fields at this time in the morning."
Smithy exhailed loudly, "well don't you think you'd better check? We're going to look a right bunch of plonkers if his story checks out."
"Yes guv." Roger turned to leave allowing his Inspector to answer his phone that had been ringing continually since their conversation began.
"Talk about a waste of..."
"Roger, wait." Smithy instructed as before continuing with his call. Roger rolled his eyes to the ceiling, he really should have just called in sick today.

Inspector Smith replaced the receiver and ran his fingers through his short hair as he sighed again, loudly. Roger braced himself for a rollocking, obviously the loss of all leave was taking its toll on his Inspector also. The door behind Roger suddenly flung open smacking into the filing cabinet behind him forcing him to jump. There in the doorway stood Gina Gold with an expression of anger that would terrify all and sundry in a five mile radius. She thrust a rolled up newspaper into his arms as stomped across the office. If Roger was honest he had always had a quite soft spot for his ex-inspector, but was never brave enough to actually do anything about it... and by the enraged look on her face he wasn't going to try today either.
"I guess you are the brains behind this fiasco?" she snapped, her face a lighter shade of beetroot. Roger looked at Inspector Smith for support, within a split second he knew that there was none coming.
"I take it you don't read the Canley Gazzette then? You can read can't you Roger?" She yelled at him as he unrolled the paper to read the headline. 'Local Boy Fights For Gold' his stomach hit the floor.
"Oh shi..."
"Yes indeed. Do you know how we had to fight for the funding to keep the gym open not to mention the hours of blimmin paperwork I had to do? All the community came together so that Jack could concentrate on boxing and fight for his place in the Olympic squad and for what? For you to lock him up in the cells on the day of competition!"
"Sorry maam."
"Don't maam me I'm not the queen or your superior officer any more thank goodness."
"Sorry maam errr...."
"We're wasting time, can I have my boy back please?"

Humilitation didn't come close to what Roger was feeling as he walked Jack Danley out of the custardy area. Word had reached him that another mugger had been apprehended. Every officer available had appeared in the custardy suite to take a look at the Olympic hopeful and the idiot who arrested him.
"Once again can I say that I am terribly sorry for the mix up." He apologised for the umpteenth time. "And good luck for your fight."
He watched as Canley's young hopeful stuck his hands in his pockets and swaggered across the corridor to the owner of his gym, Gina Gold.
"So tell me what have we learnt from today Roger?" the voice of his inspector wafted over his shoulder.
"Not to make assumptions, to listen to the public even if they do act like tearaways." With young Jack out of view Roger turned his attention to his Inspector.
"So, shall we assume its a lesson learnt and we have no need to take it any further?"
"Yes, just hope Superintendent Meadows doesn't read it in the press."
"He won't, young Jack actually left something for you, he says no hard feelings and if he had been more cooperative when you first spoke to him, things might have turned out a bit different." Smithy handed over an envelope and for the first time that morning he smiled, not just a small smile but a big cheesy grin. "Go on then, open it up." Roger opened the envelope, inside an Olympic ticket, for an evening of boxing.
"Gina says you'll have to pick her up at five."
Maybe today wasn't a total waste after all....
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blueheeler
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:clap: Great story, didn't twig to the connection near the end at all :olytorch:
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:) Thank you, glad you enjoyed.
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