If I Can't Have you

(21) The Walk Home

Polly slams the door to the Garrison open, her piercing eyes finding Tommy leaning against the bar, "it's a boy."

She rushes towards him, as the smile falls from his face, grabbing her wrists gently as she attempts to hit him, "Pol? Polly? Whoa, whoa."

"Polly! Polly!" Arthur says, holding his aunt back from attacking his brother.

"The police came and took his father away." Polly says, "don't you dare look at me like that."

She spits at his feet, "you liar!"

She goes to walk away, but stops turning to look at him again, "and it's not just him they took."

"Ada?" Tommy breathes out, a sense of relief flooding over him when Polly shakes her head.

"Jemima." She states.

Tommy runs a hand over his face, extremely irate. Especially as they thought he was responsible for Freddie and Jemima being locked up. He'd never purposely get her thrown away, not that they know that.

They didn't know that his behaviour is actually not down to Grace, but actually down to the brunette they'd attack him for even breathing near.

"What? Why?" John demands.

"She refused to step aside," Polly says, "she may have accidentally elbowed one of them too."

"Jem elbowed someone?" Max says in shock.

"By accident, it was a reflex to one of the officers groping her," Polly states, glaring at Tommy.

"Get them out, Thomas." Polly commands, before storming out of the pub.

"What the fuck!" John exclaims, shoving Tommy, "you couldn't just let Ada and Freddie be happy and now Jem is in a fucking cell. Are you taking the piss?"

"I didn't shop them," Tommy defends himself, "when would I have made the call, eh? I've been in there with you two all night."

"I don't care, you're behind this somehow." John scoffs.

"She won't stay in there, John." Tommy replies.

"Damn right she won't, I'm telling you if she's not out by tomorrow morning I am storming into that station and breaking her out myself!" John shouts, "how could you do this?"

John turns on his heel, shaking his head as he walks out the pub.

"I didn't do it," Tommy says to Arthur who was left staring at him.

Arthur doesn't respond, placing his cap back on his head, following after John, calling for him to wait up.

Tommy glances to Grace who was polishing glasses behind the bar, narrowing his eyes as she refuses to look at him, even when she knew his eyes were on her.

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"Let her out, Moss." Tommy states, "she has nothing to do with this."

"She assaulted an officer," Moss shrugs.

"Does it look like I give two shits?" Tommy retorts, "let her out of that cell, now."

"Campbells speaking to her at the moment, had orders not to interrupt," Moss replies.

"Which one of your officers got elbowed?" Tommy asks.

"I don't see the relevance."

"Answer the fucking question," Tommy states, leaning on Moss' desk, needing to know whose eyes and hands he'd be taking.

"A junior officer. Mr Bowlby." Moss replies, the crazed look in Tommys eyes sending shivers down his spine.

Tommy nods, walking out of his office, further into the station, knowing where the cells were as it was where he'd spent a large time of his childhood.