Dempsey and Makepeace are not mine

Drive.

Dempsey walked out of the seedy SoHo bar and headed towards the car he had been assigned for this undercover case. He was glad to get out of the smoky pub and couldn't help but wonder what the rest of SI10 were doing. He checked behind him and once satisfied he was no being followed he walked past the car and headed towards the phone box instead.

"Chas." He smiled as he heard the monotone voice of his friend. "How's it hanging?"

"Spikings is after your blood."

"Yeah? He needs to watch his blood pressure. He's going to make himself ill at this rate."

"Dempsey." Chas lowered his voice as Spikings marched out of his office.

"Is that bloody yank on the phone?" He half yelled across the room. Chas closed his eyes fo a moment. He knew Spikings had a temper; they were legendary. The middle aged Welshman was renowned for shouting at any given opportunity. In Dempsey's eyes he was probably the best cop he had ever met.

"Yes, Sir." Chas handed him the phone.

"Dempsey. If you are not back here in the next twenty minutes. So help me. Dempsey! Dempsey!" Spikings was left talking to a dial tone as Chas suppressed the urge to laugh. Dempsey certainly knew how to push his luck.

"Must have run out of change, Sir." Chas avoided the daggers Spikings glared in his direction as Dave walked in looking suitably lost.

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"So." Makepeace started as she walked alongside George. "You really think he is going to plead innocent?"

"Ricky Morgan." George tugged on his collar as he nodded. "Yes, he certainly has in the past. It seems this man thinks he is above the law. Now while you have a sound case."

"I know we have." Her cut glass English accent grated slightly against George's softer Scottish accent.

"Well then Sargeant Makepeace."

"Harry." She smiled as he took a deep breath.

"You tell me you have a man on the inside. Let him do his work and let me concentrate on making sure the evidence we have is enough to go to make sure the judge sees fit to convict." He nodded to her as he walked towards the robe room of the Old Bailey. He knew he had a case to build but had a feeling Harry and her partner were going to be the ones who finally got the infamous drug dealer off the streets. He just hope he'd be the one to help them do it.

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Dempsey opened the door of his car feeling more worried than annoyed. He knew he had checked in late but there had been no way of avoiding that. What he hadn't expected was to be recalled to the station. Something had seriously got to Spikings and it had to be more that him being undercover. Sighing heavily he started the engine and pulling out into the lunchtime traffic he couldn't help but wonder why Makepeace hadn't been the one to answer.

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"Thanks." Makepeace smiled at the Court Officer as she almost ran down the steps in front of the Old Bailey. She was worried sick about Dempsey but knew now they had the CPS willing to listen there was a very real chance of putting the main distributor of illegal drugs in West London since the 1970s would be in prison by the end of the year.

"You're welcome." The young man smiled back at her.

"Oh Peter? Were there any messages left for me?" She glanced back at the younger man who merely shook his head. "Oh ok. Thanks anyway." She smiled before heading back towards her little white car. It seemed Dempsey was deliberately avoiding her. She sighed heavily and tried not to think of the million reasons her parter may have for keeping a low profile.

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