hehe lets try this game.

[JJD lover]

dennis didn't really know what to do. He'd better get the bomb disbosle unit in before anything much was done. How stupid were some people.
Phil and steve together looked at the crumpled mess of the plane. It was awful. Liz who had gone with them had been able to help but by now alot of people who could of been helped had. She sat down on the floor trying to take it all in. As steve walked round to the back of the plane he saw obviously where the food had been kept for on the floor where about 200 packets of peanuts.

[KateLovesDennis]

Dennis re-read the bloodstained paper, this couldn't be happening.
"Where is it?" He asked.
The Embassy official croaked a barely auidable reply. Dennis moved closer trying to catch his words.
"Took it" was all he caught. The Embassy man was loosing conciousness rapidly, dispite the best efforts of the doctors, he had lost a lot of blood.
"Let him rest, questions later please" Dr Ormerod snapped as he worked to staunch the flow of blood. "Liz can you help me here?"
His request pulled Liz sharply back to reality, there were people to be helped, no matter what the odds it was her duty as a doctor, and as a human being to do all she could.
Dennis took a step back, his thoughts reeling, the last thing he needed was a panic, he cast his eyes over the wreakage, the briefcase had to be here somewhere. Much of the wreakage had been burnt, the rest was scattered across the rough moorland, broken seats, items of clothing, passengers luggage, some split open, the contents strewn around. Would the breifcase have survived the crash? Had it been burnt or worse still had the bomb already gone off in mid air, causing the crash?

He pulled one of his leather gloves from his hand, taking a moment to stare at his flesh before touching his face. What would radiation feel like he wondered, his face felt hot to his own touch, was it the heat of the smouldering plane or something more sinister. His skin felt as though it were crawling, he felt vaugley sick.
"Sarge?" a voice a said "Sarge!" Bellamy was more insistant the second time.
"Yes?" Merton pulled his thoughts back to duty, he had to get people out of here, clear the area, keep potential sight seers away and find that briefcase.

[KateLovesDennis]

Some one post the next bit Please
I'm enjoying this game but don't want to break the rules. (But if I do would some one phone Ashfordly Police and send Dennis to arrest me? ) Please ;D

[zoienjulianrule]

in the meantime the ambulence took all of the less injured casulties back to the royal along with meryl and samantha-the two doctors had stayed at the scene

as they arrived Jeff and Sister Brigit met the ambulence to help with the casulties some needed just cuts cleaning and dressing but others had to have more serious treatment so mr rose was called in to help none of them new a nuclear bomb could have already gone off............

[Sandra]

KateLovesDennis said:

Some one post the next bit Please
I'm enjoying this game but don't want to break the rules. (But if I do would some one phone Ashfordly Police and send Dennis to arrest me? ) Please ;D

Any of them could come and arrest me lol - sorry I'll let you get back to the story

[KateLovesDennis]

It wasn’t long before Mr Rose’s services were required. The next ambulance to arrive carried the Embassy Official, he had lost consciousness long before the ambulance arrived at the hospital.
Mr Rose cast a worried glance over him, and clenched his pipe tighter in his teeth.
“Right let’s have him in theatre.”<br>Alun was already kitted for theatre and took the trolley from Ken.
Samantha rushed into the wash room and began to scrub up, her uncle was less than five paces behind her.
“I doubt he’ll make it but we’ll do our best.”<br>“We have to try, they say a lot of people died in the crash, if he survived long enough to be brought to us, he has to pull through.” Samantha insisted
“Don’t get your hopes up.” Mr Rose frowned at her. “Even I can’t do miracles.”<br>“Don’t be silly.” Samantha smiled sweetly. “Of course you can.”<br>
In Aidensfield Jenny worked swiftly to fulfil the prescriptions of the patients. It had been a busy morning. The thought of meeting Dennis for lunch kept her cheerful, things had been much better between them the last few weeks.
“Who’s next?” Liz looked round her door as the previous patient walked across the waiting room, prescription in hand.
The outer door opened and a dark figure lurched into the waiting room.
“Doctor” His voice was raspy and low. Liz recoiled at the sight of him, his hands were badly burned, his tatty overcoat melted to his arms. Jenny took a step backwards as her brain registered the scene.
“Come through.” Liz switched back to professional doctor mode, recovering her posture in an instant. “Jenny phone of an ambulance.”<br>“Of course.” Jenny picked up the phone as Liz led the man into her surgery.

“What happened?” Liz asked “Take a seat.” She reached for her emergency kit hoping that the burns cream had not passed its use by date.
“On the moors, I was checking on my sheep when something fell out of the sky, the moors just went up in flames in front of me.” He managed a slight smile. “I was lucky not to be totally engulfed.”<br>The door opened and Jenny looked in, her face pale.
“They can’t send an ambulance, there’s been a plane crash on the moors, they’re all recovering casualties.”<br>“Ok, I’ll take him by car. Tell those waiting I’m sorry but they’ll have to come back this afternoon.”<br>Jenny nodded and closed the door, her mind spinning, she knew Dennis would be at the scene and that he would be in the thick of it, with little concern for himself.

[zoienjulianrule]

well this fizzled out

[helenandrob4eva]

OK, here's my bit:

Jenny got home that night, Dennis wasn't there. She didn't worry for a while,but when it got to nearly midnight she began to panic. She rang Gina,
"Hello", said Gina sleepily.
"Hello Gina, it's Jenny, sorry to wake you up so late but I'm worried about Dennis, he's not back from the plane crash yet, is Phil?"
"Plane crash, what plane crash?"
"There was a chrash outside St Aidens Royal Free earlier, all the police were called there"
"Oh, right. Here's Phil, I'll put him on"
"Jenny?", said Phil.
"Where's Dennis Phil?"
"Um, we don't know"
"He's gone missing, I'm now going out to look for him. Try and get some sleep and ring you with any news", said Phil, hanging up.
Sleep, how could Jenny sleep when her husband was missing?

[KateLovesDennis]

Glad to see another installment, I was just thinking of breaking the rules (And hoping to get arrested by our fav Sargent )

[KateLovesDennis]

Ok here goes with my next part:


Jenny paced the room for a little over twenty minutes, chewing her nails, a habit she had found hard to break as a child. In times of stress it returned. Her fingers were sore, her feet tired after a long day at work, she forced herself to sit on the sofa. She flopped back on the cushions, moving then in a vain attempt to get comfortable. Beneath the large yellow cushion, lay a dark blue woollen scarf, one she had made for Dennis. She wound it around her hands, finding some comfort in the very soft wool, which she had selected more for texture than colour. She pressed the scarf to her face, it retained the slight hint of her husbands aftershave, a subtle fresh fragrance. She breathed deeply, tears beginning to well in her eyes. He was often late, putting duty before everything, he would go without eating, often to the point of putting his health at risk, sleep meant little to him when he was working on a case and she was learning to live with the fact that she too came second to his job. It wasn’t a job, it was his life, what he would do if he every had to leave the force she did not know.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, it wasn’t like him to be this late without a phone call or a message, but crying wouldn’t help. She blew her nose and wrapped his scarf around her neck, then went into the kitchen. It was dark outside and she peered out of the window without switching on the light. The pale moonlight reflected on the wet surface of the road outside, the trees casting spooky shadows, suddenly she felt afraid.

The slightest noise was amplified by her fear, she had never felt uncomfortable to be alone in their house before, it had quickly become as much home to her as her small flat.
“Where are you Dennis?” She asked aloud. Outside an owl hooted as if in reply, making her jump.

She could wait no longer, she took her coat from the hook in the hallway, pulling it on roughly, she kicked off her shoes and pulled on her walking boots, fastening the laces with untidy bows as rapidly as she could. She checked that the front door was locked then ran down the hall to the back door, grabbing her helmet on the way.

Outside her fear was more intense, she fumbled with the keys and finally locked the door. She put her helmet on without bothering to fasten the chin strap and jumped onto her scooter. The engine sprang to life at the first attempt and she turned out of the gate and headed down the road.

Ashfordly looked peaceful, hardly a soul on the streets. She passed the gates to the hall and headed for the Police Station, she knew it would be the first place Phil would have tried but she had to find Dennis. The Station building stood deserted, no lights showing at the windows, Phil’s blue and white panda car was parked in the yard. Jenny pulled her bike as close to the gates as she could and peered into the gloomy yard. Sure enough her husband’s car was parked in the far corner, almost out of sight.

Her mind was racing, why had they locked the gates when he had not returned to the station? Where to go next? The night was cold, she shivered as she sat on the bike outside the Police Station, she lifted Dennis’ scarf to cover her nose and mouth and headed out of town.

The moors roads were wet and slippery, reflecting the moonlight to guide her. To either side the moors were inky black, foreboding and filled with unknown terrors. Jenny had a good idea where the plane had come to rest but in the dead of night she was soon doubting that she had taken the right turning. The headlight of her bike illuminated barely six feet of the road surface ahead.

Suddenly a white shape flashed into the edges of the beam, Jenny jumped, swerved and tumbled from the bike. The headlight went out as the bike engine cut out. In the darkness Jenny lay on the wet road, her helmet making a rumbling sound as it rolled along the tarmac. She lay still for a moment.
“It was only a sheep” she said out loud as if to convince herself. She pulled the scarf from her face, taking deep breaths to calm herself, her heart was thumping, sending blood rushing past her ears. She pulled herself into a sitting position, tucking her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around them as if to protect herself. She remained motionless for a few moments, letting her eyes adjust to the moonlight. There was a strange smell on the breeze, an oily burnt smell tinged with an heavy unpleasant odour.

Her scooter lay on its side on the road, she looked round for her helmet, it had rolled to the edge of the moor land. She got to her feet slowly, and crossed to put up the protective headgear, thinking how angry Dennis would be if he knew she had been riding without it fastened.
She righted the scooter and tried to restart it, the starter clicked but nothing happened, she tried again.
“Come on” she appealed to the machine aloud. “Don’t do this to me now.” The starter had been playing up for some time. Bernie had looked at it several times but had been unable to find the fault. She tried again and again, still nothing. “Stupid piece of junk!” she smacked the handlebars with the palm of her hand. She loved the scooter, it was her pride and joy but right now she hated it. She looked across the moors, no sign of a light in any direction.
“Den-nis!” She shouted her husband’s name at the top of her voice. “Den-nis!” The sound a of few sheep scuttling in fright was the only response. “Den-nis!” her voice broke as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

[Spy_Master]

Oh brill, u should write fanfiction normally u have a gift, it's so good. really good, better than good. It's excellent u really do have a gift.
Spy_Master100880

[Mz]

Er, how did we not know you could write like that?
Very good story. I'm liking this. It's fun that everyoe takes a turn

[KateLovesDennis]

Spy_Master100880 said:

Oh brill, u should write fanfiction normally u have a gift, it's so good. really good, better than good. It's excellent u really do have a gift.
Spy_Master100880



Er, how did we not know you could write like that?
Very good story. I'm liking this. It's fun that everyoe takes a turn.
Mz

Well thank you I'm glad you're enjoying it. I used to do a lot of writing (fanfic for other programs, like Star Trek, Bergerac and Juliet Bravo, though we didn't have the internet to share them way back then.) when I was younger but don't have a lot of time these days. I am enjoying it though, I must try and put some time aside to do more. I'll share them with you of course as I enjoy reading yours.

I always wanted to write a book, maybe one day I will

[Sandra]

KateLovesDennis said:

I always wanted to write a book, maybe one day I will

Go for it ;D Kate

[Mz]

Sandra said:

Go for it ;D Kate

Yeah, that would be totally cool.