Smithy and Becca had known eachother since 2001. It was now 2008, and they both had feelings for each-other, they also had to learn to grieve over Smithy's best friend, who also happened to be Becca's brother.
But when Becca's brother comes back, a...
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- 008, Witness: Deadly Secret -
TODAY was the day of Carly's funeral, and Becca knew that everything would very be overwhelming. She had decided to just bite the bullet and attend the funeral, as well as being there to support Smithy. Becca hated the idea of going to another funeral, but she didn't want to admit that she was still struggling with Bradley's death, she couldn't exactly admit it to anybody either.
She leaned up from her bed, her legs feeling weak. She managed to stumble out of bed without any difficulty and walked over to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of orange juice. She looked over at the black dress that was hung up neatly on the door and took a deep breath, quickly gulping the juice. She was suddenly interrupted by the sound of her door pounding.
She made her way over, noticing a tall figure through the glazed window of her small 2 bedroomed flat. She pushed her hair back and took yet another deep breath and swung the door open, greeted by Smithy.
Becca stopped in her tracks, she had to admit that Smithy looked surprisingly good in the suit he was wearing, it was better than the uniform she frequently saw him wear when they worked together.
"y'alright?" he asks the brunette with a small smile, noticing that she pulled her jumper sleeves over her. "Are you sure you wanna go to Carly's funeral?" he queries as walks closer to her, noticing the urn sat on the counter. "They gave you the urn back?"
"Mhm...I don't know when the post-mortem will come back.." Bex stammered, sliding the urn over to herself and grabbing a smaller urn, placing some ashes inside. "Bradley would have wanted you to have it." She spoke, passing Smithy the urn, who reluctantly took it.
"Thank you." he said, placing it inside his pocket.
"Carly was a nice girl and I wanna pay my respects." Bex admitted, grabbing the urn and placing it back on a small shelf, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Max told me that there's gonna be tons of coppers at her funeral."
"Yeah, just to keep an eye and see if anyone suspicious tries to attend the funeral" he answers back, feeling a tinge of jealousy once she mentions Max's name. "I'll meet you downstairs, yeah?" he says, grabbing her shoulder.
"Yeah" Becca nods slowly before watching Smithy leave her flat.
She looks down her arms and pulls the sleeve up, revealing a heavy amount of burns scattered across the inside of her arms. She grabs her bandages and wraps them over the scars tightly, making sure to hide them from any visible eye. After that, she gets changed and brushes over her hair a few times.
She quickly sprays herself with perfume and applies some makeup before walking out of her flat and towards Smithy's car. The a sudden echo of screaming and shouting suddenly overwhelmed her, she felt her knees collapse as she fell onto the slab of a staircase. Becca felt frozen, she suddenly just couldn't move. She couldn't even scream for help, she was just glued to the spot.
