I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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They all went down to the office and both John and Ringo had fallen asleep at their desks. Paul tapped John on the shoulder.
"Hmm?"
"You have a phone call. Line one."
"Who is it?"
"Don't ask me. Wake up and answer it."
Without raising his head from the desk, he reached over to his phone and picked up the receiver. "Who is it?"
A familiar voice was on the other end of the line. "It's me. Care to talk?"
"Nope. You ruined my sleep. Leave me alone so I could sleep."
"No."
"Did you just tell me 'no'?"
"Yes. We need t---"
John hung up and closed his eyes again.
"Who was it?"
John mumbled something Paul couldn't understand.
"What was that?"
"No one. Leave me alone Macca. I'm beat."
"Stay awake. You still have 9 hours before you can go home."
"That's a long time away Paul. I don't think I can last that long."
"You can. As long as we don't have any real action today."
"I hope not. Now, will you do me a favor?"
"Okay."
"Shut up."
"Okay buddy. Get some sleep."
John mumbled again and reclosed his eyes. After a minute, he fell asleep again.
"George, what on earth are we going to do? Half of us are sleeping!"
"I can see that. I'm not blind ye know. There's nothing we can do. Let them sleep it off."
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9 hours later..................... It was night out. The four had gone home fifteen minutes early. They all went to their houses.
Paul's residence.....................
As soon as he walked in his house, he threw his keys on the coffee and went to the kitchen to fetch some food for himself. He was starving.
Paul rummaged through the refrigerator, pulled out some left over lasagne and started heating it up. (Reason why I'm putting this in here is because my mom made homemade lasagne today)
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Ringo's Residence....................
A few hours before he went home, he had been walking with Paul down some steps, fell and broke two fingers. He laughs about it though.
When he got home, he put ice on his hand to try to sooth th pain but the coldness made it worse so he had to remove it.
After a while of trying to think of what to do, he decided to just go to bed.
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John's Residence.....................
John went home and Cynthia had just cooked some food for him. He was grateful because he was still tired and didn't want to cook anything himself. Then, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
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George's Residence.........................
George was beat and decided to take an evening shower and headed straight to bed.
