Keep me save

The chase

London
March 1994

It was a Saturday night in London , for some people it was a typical quiet night at home but on the streets it wasn't. Police cars were speeding down the highway, helicopters were flying in the sky. They were chasing a man in a white minivan. Behind the van there was a 1968 black impala and in it were police sergeant James Grant and his partner Frank Holmes.

"Whoaaaa o yeah baby this awesome." Frank yelled. "This is my favourite part of the job."

"Yea frank now is not the time."  He said In his Scottish accent while racing towards the van. Then they made a left sharp turn. "Come in sergeant Grant." A voice said over the walk the radio.

" yes this Grant." He spoke into the walkie talkie. "Grant whatever you do don't lose him."

"Yes sir."

"Ooo shit this sounds like a great time for a little tune." Frank said as he pulled out a cassette and put it in the cassette player. A guitar rif started

Living easy,Living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride

Frank was lip syncing the lyrics and head banging to the beat. James took out the cassette and threw it in the backseat of the car. "What ward that for." Frank asked.

"We need to focus." James said.

" that was my focus." Frank said and James gave him the death glare. "Your buying me a new one if it's broken." Frank said crossing his. The minivan was driving with an incredible speed towards a newspaper stand and crashed into it, but quickly drove away. Frank loaded his gun, climbed out of the window and started to shoot at the car.

"This is police, pull over." James said into the megaphone. The driver then made a turn into a smaller street. "Shit." James mumbled and stopped the car.

"What are you doing were letting him get away." Frank said.

"No we aren't, I got a plan." James said and put the car in reverse and drove away. The driver of the minivan thought he was free, no police cars, no gun shots, nothing. He laughed, be felt like a free man but then.....BAM. The black impala hit him from the side. James ran out of the car opened the drivers door and grabbed him by his shirt.

" please don't hurt me, please." The man begged. James then heard police sirens and frank calling out his name. He looked up at frank and back to the man. "Let's go." He grabbed the man out of the drivers seat.

                    
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"Excellent work gentleman, I'm proud of you two." The chief said to James and frank. "Now Holmes if you could stay in my office I need to talk to you about another case and Uhm Grant you can go home."

"Home??" James frowned. "I can stay here and help holm-"

"no Grant he'll be fine."

"But-"

"Grant you've been working to hard, you almost killed a man tonight , you're stressed, go home and rest."

"Yes sir." James said and walked out of the office, leaving his partner behind.

"So." He heard a female voice say. "The boss send you home early huh?" He looked up and saw officer Lucy Carter.

"Eh, he says I'm stressed and I work to hard."

"He's right, when was the last time you had a good sleep." She said.

"Ye could've just said "o james ye look like shit"." He told her grabbing his backpack from his desk. Lucy snickered.

"Well I don't blame him, I mean bloody hell james you almost killed a man tonight."

"Yea yea whatever, am no going home."

"Where are you going?"

"To my parents?"

"Thought you lived with them."

"Nope, I visit them." He said. They were outside in the parking lot and james threw his backpack in the backseat of his impala. Lucy gasped when she saw the car, it looked terrible.

"James your car!!" She said.

"Don't worry I'll get my baby fixed." He patted the car. "Goodnight." He said and stepped in. Lucy crossed her arms and watched him drive away. "Idiot."she rolled her eyes.

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"Mum, Dad." James called out. " James, sweetheart I'm in the kitchen " he heard his mother's voice say. He walked into the kitchen and saw his mother, he walked up to her and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

" Who is it?" He heard his father ask, he was in the living room. " If ye stopped watching the bloody telly then ye would know." His mother yelled back. " how was work." She asked while putting a plate on the table.

"Fine, had a rough day." James said.

"That's why I cooked yer favourite, beef stew." She said while she scooped some stew out of the pot and put it in his bowl. His father came into the kitchen.

"Ah james me boy." His father told him as he waled to the refrigerator to get a beer and one for James.

"Ye have a nasty cut on yer head." He said studying the deep cut on James his forehead. His mother turned around and walked to her son.

"Oh dear, I'm going to get the aid kit."

"Mum, I'm fine."

"Oo ye always say that." She patted him on his shoulder and walked away to get her aid kit.

"Yer home early, what you do this time." His dad asked.

"Nothin', the boss thinks I'm stressed." He said putting a spoon full of stew in his mouth.  "Well ye do look terrible, when was the last time ye shaved." His dad asked. James touched his beard.

"I thought I looked manly." James said taking a sip from his beer and his father started laughing. "Ye know, ye need a woman."

"Oo dad not this again."

"I'm just saying, at yer age me and yer mum were already on our honeymoon."

"Dad right now I'm focused on my work." He said.

"O George quit it the boy is not ready yet." His mother said coming into the room with her aid kit.

" alright I'm just sayin' ." his dad stood up from the table. " ye know what dear why don't ye tell him about our holiday in the Bahamas."

"O nae dad!!" James said putting his head in his hands.

"Ye love that story, now let me clean that cut and I'll tell ye the story." She said. James sighed and leaned his head back.

"Now it was the summer of 1962 and me and her father just graduated from highschool..."

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