Disclaimer: No i don't own any of the characters, i'm not in contact with any of the cast, you know the usual blah...
It didn't take PJ very long to find Jo. The first place he went to check was down at the National Park. Sure enough, there she was, sitting at a bench just visible from PJ's car as he drove past. He parked his car and got out, making a bee-line for Jo. She'd let her hair down and he admired the way it gracefully danced in the breeze, flicking at the air like flames.
"Hey Jo," PJ said, sitting down on the bench next to her. "How's the shopping going?"
She smiled at him. "It's going great! You're such an idiot, you know that?" she said, with a laugh. "That's what I love about you." After a slight pause, she continued. "Sorry about before, Jonesy started asking questions and I just had to get out of there before I said something…you know, me and my big mouth." She joked.
"Ah yes, your big mouth. That's what I love about you." He said before turning and kissing her passionately, taking her totally by surprise.
They sat there, connected at the mouth, totally oblivious to the world around them, for at least another minute before Jo came to her senses. "Peej! Not here, people might see us!" she said, breaking away from his touch.
PJ unwillingly obliged, but stood up from the bench and said. "Well, do I have your permission to hold your hand?" Smiling, Jo stood up too and laced her fingers with his.
They slowly walked back to his car and PJ drove Jo back to his place.
"What do you want for dinner then, Jo?" PJ asked as they both collapsed down on the couch.
"Hmm…you know what? I'm not actually very hungry at all." She said playfully.
"Oh? And why would that be, Joanna?" PJ asked with a smirk.
"Present company is becoming very distracting." Jo said with a giggle as PJ began spontaneously tickling her.
"Present company apologises." He said and all tickling, from both parties, ceased.
Meanwhile, Jonesy vacated the pub seeing as his fellow Constable had left him due to sporadic shopping duties and his Darts partner had left him too, though not before messing up his hair-do.
With a slightly bruised ego, he decided to go home too.
Sleep evaded Evan that night. If it wasn't because of the steady, rhythmic ticking of the clock on his wall, it was because a certain Mount Thomas Police Sergeant was drifting in and out of his mind; the problem most likely being the latter of the two. He got up, dressed, and decided to take a walk outside to try and tire him out a bit.
He crept silently down the pub stairs, avoiding all the panels that he knew would squeak and groan under his weight. Once outside, the cool, night air was refreshing and he began to walk down the road. Evan loved the night time. He could hear everything, distant cars rumbling away, faded TV signals and of course, the inevitable eerie silence that followed after every foot step. Every twig that snapped echoed. Every breeze could be heard.
Evan heard a car engine start up somewhere in the distance. Then out of absolutely no where at all, or so it seemed, a car zoomed out of a driveway metres from him at full speed and screeched loudly. Evan flinched slightly from the abrupt disruption of peace and then continued to watch the car out in front of him swerve and spin out of control. Evan shouted out but it was no use, he could do nothing but witness the raging car slam into the side of a tree on the left side of the road. His heart nearly stopped. Everything began to slow down. Time was ticking through a murky universe which made everything seem to halve in speed. Even his normally quick reaction skills took a few seconds to kick in. He fumbled around in his jeans pocket for his mobile and immediately hit the speed dial number for Tess. She answered after a few rings which seemed to last an eternity and he quickly but carefully recounted what just happened. After he'd hung up, Evan ran across the road to gauge the incident. He could do nothing until the Ambulance arrived, and was thankful for Tess' offer to ring them. On the place where the car had hit the tree was a huge dent that seemed to twist the car round either side of the trunk. From what he could tell in the dim light, there was a driver, but no one else. A few people had walked out of their houses and were standing on their front lawns, or peering out of curtained windows. Tess then arrived, and very soon after, the ambulance.