Title: Drifting Away
Disclaimer: I don't own or work with Stingers etc.
Notes: It's short. Very short.
Thanks: Marissa, for the idea. Hope I live up to your expectations.
HOTEL IN MELBOURNE
Mac leant up against Pete's chest.
"So, we're...uh, together again?" she asked carefully. Pete kissed her
"Yeah." She looked up at him and they kissed passionately, disappearing
under the covers once again.
Mac drove in ten minutes before Pete.
"Sorry guys," she said as she grabbed files from her desk and brought them
back to the briefing room. "I got caught up in a meeting. Pete walked in
then, looking slightly apprehensive, but hiding it well.
"And where have you been?" Danni asked mischievously, already going through
several possibilities. Pete shrugged.
"Family thing," he said simply, sitting down. Oscar looked at the others
"Sure. Family thing." He mocked, laughing.
"Okay, listen up. A killer by the name of Robert Davis is suspected of the
recent horrific murders of several prostitutes." She threw photographs onto
the table, which the others studied carefully.
"We believe he watches local hotels, knowing when and where each prostitute
takes her clients. He shoots them in the leg or foot, nowhere fatal, and
then he nails them to the wall or the floor in a crucifix formation."
"Jesus Christ! I've read about those," Angie exclaimed. Mac continued.
"Yes, I know. Three women have been killed so far, and another one is
expected soon, if he is still following the approximate time intervals.
Now, none of the victims worked together, so this is just pick and choose.
Any volunteers?" she asked. Danni grimaced.
"What would we do, exactly, Mac?"
"You would theoretically go to a hotel regularly with one of these guys and-
"-oh Mac, no!" Danni interrupted, laughing. Mac smiled.
"Danni, you wouldn't do that. You would sit and talk or do whatever for the
time span, then leave, so that from outside the room, it looks like you're
taking a client."
"But how will we know if he's following us?" Oscar asked.
"We won't. We probably won't have any idea. He's crafty and knows his
stuff. Unfortunately, we can only do one hotel at a time. Whoever goes
under will go to two hotels in the day. One with Pete, the other with
"Mac, I don't much like the idea of being nailed to the floor." Angie stood
as she spoke, picking up the files again. "Isn't this a bit of a safety
risk, anyway? I mean, you don't even know if he's still around."
"He's around. We've just got to know where. We have a tail on him right at
this moment, so that we'll know which hotel to front up to, okay? There's
not a great risk, I promise."
Angie shook her head and Danni agreed. "Well," Mac said. "Looks like it's
"What are you going to dress in?" Pete asked. Mac smiled sarcastically.
"What do you think, Pete?" She turned, walking back into her office to make
some phone calls.
"Is she pissed off with us?" Angie asked. Pete shook his head. "Narr, far
from it. I'd say she's a little nervous." They laughed quietly, not wanting
Mac to hear, and proceeded to read through the files.
Mac sat opposite Oscar. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face. Mac was
looking very un-prostitute-like. Sure, she had on an extremely short skirt
and revealing top, but she lacked the...tartiness, he thought.
They sat, making small talk, for half an hour. Plenty of time, Mac decided,
"That was great Mac," Oscar joked. "Can't wait 'till next time!" He laughed
as he opened the front door and walked to his car. Mac pulled down her
skirt as far as it would go (which wasn't very far) and followed.
JOLLY HOLLIES HOTEL
"Pete, stop it! No," Mac laughed as Pete sat beside her on the bed.
"We're not wired," he complained. She giggled.
"Wait until tonight or something, will you? You look so silly with that wig
on," she started laughing once again, putting a hand to Pete's newly
acquired blonde hair.
Pete and Oscar had decided to disguise themselves slightly, so that any one
watching Mac every day wouldn't realise it was the same two men, all the
After half an hour of fooling around without getting anywhere, Pete stood
and left, just as Oscar had, leaving Mac for a few moments before she left
"So how is this going?" Angie asked. "I mean is it going?" Mac raised her
"Yes, the trailer on Davis said he was at the hotel. Trust me, it's going."
She walked into her office as Pete followed, closing the door behind him.
"Same time and place tomorrow morning?" He asked. Mac smiled, a real smile,
as she nodded. "Sure. Can't wait."
"What about dinner tonight?" Pete asked. "You know you want to." Mac
"Oh, alright. Dinner. You pick and tell me before you leave. I'll be ten
minutes behind you." Pete nodded, returning outside.
After Mac had left that night, Danni turned to Oscar and Angie. "Guys, did
you realise that Mac just left ten minutes after Pete?" They nodded. "So?"
"Well Mac arrived ten minutes before Pete this morning! Don't you see?"
Angie and Oscar looked up at her dimly.
"Yeah, it's about time the two of them got some," Oscar mumbled as Angie
nodded, returning to her papers. Danni was shocked. "What?...You knew about
this?...Are they really sleeping together?" Angie looked at Oscar, not
"Maybe. They have before until our old boss caught on. Now Mac's the boss.
Nothing new. Really, it's been building up for a while." Danni looked
around in amazement. "And the two of you don't care?" she asked. Oscar
shrugged. "It won't last," he muttered before he started packing things
away for the night.
THE NEXT MORNING – HOTEL IN MELBOURNE
Pete stretched beside Mac. They had decided to go to the hotel anyway that
morning, for a change of scenery. It really was a nice hotel, not like the
ones they had been in before. And the people there didn't seem to mind one
bit. Good, thought Pete drowsily, we'll be back.
Angie hung up the phone quickly.
"The trailer said the he followed Davis to a motel this morning. He was
calling from the road. Had to leave for some emergency at home and they're
getting another out there as quickly as possible, but I don't know. It's
out of town a little way. Davis was following some couple, he didn't get a
look." Oscar nodded. "Mac?"
"I've tried. Her home phone's not answering and her mobile's off."
"Same. Do you think it's them?" Angie asked, a little worried. Oscar shook
his head as he grabbed his jacket.
"No, but we should check it out."
HOTEL IN MELBOURNE
The door flung open as Pete and Mac were cuddling. They scrambled out of
bed, hearing the silenced gunshots but not feeling them until they had both
fallen onto the floor.
Mac groaned as she looked down at her foot, not taking in the mess that she
saw. She couldn't see Pete; he was on the other side of the bed.
A bag was dumped on the floor by her head. Davis knelt down near her, his
smelly breath overpowering Mac.
"Now how come you've been in here an hour and a half when yesterday you
only gave half hours?" Mac gathered all her strength and lunged at him, but
Davis was on top of her in a second, pushing her down again.
Davis turned as Pete managed to climb over the bed, his leg bleeding from
the wound. He moved out of the way, letting Pete fall beside Mac. He
groaned deeply as his leg rubbed the wooden edge of the bed. Mac was crying
as a gun was held to her head. Neither of them had any chance to cover
themselves, and Davis looked at Mac with pleasure.
"Either of you do anything and the prostitute gets it."
Pete turned his head, looking at the tears running down Mac's face. He
reached out his hand, taking hold of hers. Mac looked over at Pete,
mouthing his name as she turned and watched Davis. He was rummaging in his
bag with his spare hand, the other still pointing the weapon in Mac's
direction. He kept a close eye on his two victims. First time he had done
the man as well. Marvellous, he thought, laughing to himself. And these two
actually look like they care about each other!
ON THE ROAD
"How much faster can this go?" Danni asked from the backseat as they pulled
up at yet another red light. "And what if the two of them turn up while
"I left a note," Angie replied tensely. She had left a note, but her
intuition was telling her that it wasn't necessary. Oscar glanced at her,
thinking the same thing, and put his foot down on the accelerator.
Mac moved closer to Pete as Davis drew out his favourite tool. The hammer.
She buried her head into his shoulder, not looking. Davis smiled.
"I'll do the man first, my love, not to worry." Pete moved to stay out of
Davis' grasp, but no sooner had he done that then the gun was held to Mac's
Mac's eyes begged him to run, to leave anyway, but he couldn't. Not after
everything that had happened lately. Tears came to his eyes as he realised
that no one knew they were here. And if the trailer were still on Davis,
backup would have arrived ages ago.
Davis let the gun relax and Mac crawled across the floor to where Pete was
crouched on one leg. She held onto him for dear life, shaking. Pete put an
arm around her.
"Why don't you let her go, mate?" he asked. "Take me, not her." Davis
"I'm taking both of you, so shut up about it." He moved to Pete and Mac.
"You two really care about each other? That's so sweet." He laughed as he
pulled Mac off Pete. She tried to hang on, but was so scared, that Davis
pulled her off as if her fingers were made of butter. He threw her against
the wall, where she fell, unconscious. Davis turned his attention back to
Pete, who looked ready to fight, but whose eyes told Davis that he knew it
was over. I love that look, he thought to himself.
Mac woke to gruelling pain in her feet. She choked on her scream as she
realised what was happening. She squeezed her eyes shut, blotting out
everything. Pete, she suddenly thought, turning her head to see.
Tears feel down her cheeks in droves as she looked into Pete's eyes. He
tried to smile at her, reassure her, but she saw the nails in his feet and
in his far hand, the blood gushing out of the wounds. There was nothing,
she saw, in the hand nearest her. He reached out painfully, touching the
side of her face, trying to wipe the tears. "Just look into my eyes," he
Mac held his gaze, writhing in pain as a nail was driven through her hand.
She bit her bottom lip, tasting blood. Just as he had with Pete, Davis left
her other hand free. Mac wiped her face, the continuous stream of tears
obstructing her view of Pete.
Davis left, chuckling to himself. That was all for today, he thought. I
wonder about tomorrow, or the day after that? He remembered he needed some
more petrol for his car, and wondered where the cheapest service station
Mac couldn't move her neck and head any closer to Pete. The pain up her arm
was excruciating. She reached out to Pete with her free arm.
Mac could feel herself drifting. The pain wasn't as bad anymore, she was
getting used to it. Not a good sign, she realised. She started shaking
beyond control as Pete shifted his gaze. He's weak as well, she thought.
This can't be happening. No, not now. No! Mac started crying, trying beyond
everything to get closer to Pete. He reached as far as he could go, holding
a hand to her cheek. Mac gripped his arm, crying into his hand.
She couldn't hold on any longer.
"I'm so scared," she whispered to Pete, not letting him go. He nodded. "Me
too, but everything is going to be alright, okay?" Mac tried to smile, but
couldn't; she didn't have the energy.
"Look into my eyes, Ellen," Pete said, struggling. Mac shifted her gaze
back to him at the sound of her first name, almost never spoken by Pete
before. "We're together, that's what matters." She nodded, her heart
"I love you Mac," Pete whispered.
"I love you too," she choked back as she started sobbing quietly. She felt
herself becoming weaker. Still, she didn't shift her gaze from Peter.
They held each other. Pete's hand cradling Mac's face, which was turned to
his, and Mac's hand holding onto Pete's arm. "I don't want to die, I'm so
scared," she mumbled to Pete over and over amongst tears as Pete soothed
her, trying his best to sound brave. "It's okay, Mac, just look at me.
Don't think about it. It'll be all right. I love you Mac. I love you and I
Neither of them heard the car speed up to the hotel and break to a halt.
Pete and Mac took one final look into each other's eyes, before closing
them one last time, and drifting away, together.