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This is probably the time he should be out among the troops, rallying spirits. He can’t bring himself to bother. There aren’t any major on-going cases. He’s free to stand in his office with his back to whatever they’re talking about out there, and stare out of the window.
He’s too tired for any of this. When he hears her come into the office – no one else would enter without knocking – he doesn’t look around.
‘Bugger off, I’m grieving.’
But it isn't normal circumstances. They're trying to catch a serial killer. On top of that...well. There are things on top of that. But all that aside, he doesn't want her doubts rubbing off on the rest of the team. They're nervous enough, especially Chris. They have to present a united front on this. So he holds her back as the boys climb into the back of the van.
'Nice one, Guv.'
He jerks his head at Alex.
'C'mon, Bols. You can help me carry 'em.'
He marches into Luigi's with force. Everyone's happy, the music's loud, the drink is flowing. He has a knot in his stomach, but he ignores it. She did what she had to do, now he's doing what he has to do.