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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Paul quickly got downstairs. The struggling was still going on when he got there. Once he turned on the light, whoever was in there, took off out the back door again. John had fallen to the sloor and began coughing.
Paul ran up to him. "Ey. You alright?"
"That bloody sod tried to strangle me. I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
Paul helped him to stand up again.
"Looks like we lose him again."
"Yeh. But next time..........he won't get away."
"John, what'd I tell ye about ending up hurt today?"
John smiled slightly. "I wasn't hurt. I was nearly killed. You came at the right time though. I gotta give you that."
"So, where'd ye find him?"
"Kitchen. He was looking for whoever was home. Doesn't look like anyone is though. I guess I had to have snuck up on him or something."
"There's someone home. A kid. Haven't got to speak with her yet. Hopefully, she'll tell us where her parents are."
"Where is she now?"
"Upstairs. Hiding. Which reminds me, I better go see if she's okay."
"Go. I'll handle things down here."
"Once I leave yer sight, you won't get yerself killed will ye?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Ye'll just have to wait and see when you get back down here."
"On second thought, you better go upstairs. I'll secure down here. Just to be on the safe side."
"Whatever you say. Where is she?"
"Linen closet."
John nodded and walked up the steps as other cars arrived on scene. Paul walked out of the house and was greeted by George.
"Ey. I take it yer the responding officer?"
"Yeh. Where were you five minutes ago?"
"All the way on the other side of town."
"So, the situation is this. There was a home invasion at this address. A young girl is inside. John's getting her now."
"What about the invader?"
"He vanished........again. But, we'll find him. Or.......John will find him. One or the other."
John walked the girl out of the home and he knelt down so he could look her in the eye. "Okay. Where are yer parents? We need to contact them."
"My mum and dad are in Scotland for the week."
"And they left you here by yerself?"
"Yeh. I begged them to. I told them I could take care of meself. I guess I was wrong."
"Actually, you did take care of yerself. You kept yerself hidden when you were faced with danger. Yer mum would be proud of you. She'll also be worried about you. So, we need to know the location of yer parents."
"I don't know. But they gave me a number in case I needed to contact them for any reason."
"Okay. Where's the number?"
"On the refrigerator."
John stood up and walked back inside to get the number. Paul walked up to her. "What's yer name?"
"Talia. My friends call me Tallie."
"Okay. Do you have any family members close by that you can stay with until we get this sorted out?"
"Me aunt. She lives a few blocks away. She'll have a field day if she knows what went on."
"She has to know."
John came back with the number and was already on a hand held phone.
"You two look familiar." Talia said.
"We do? No we don't."
"Yes you do. Do I know you?"
"Uh, we never met personally. I'm Paul. And that over there calling yer parents is my best mate John."
"What's yer last names?"
"That'll give it away." Paul said teasingly.
Talia smiled. "Come on. Won't you tell an innocent girl?"
"Okay. I'm called Macca."
"That's no hint."
Paul smiled widely. "Okay. Yer a nice enough girl. I'll let you in on a little secret. My full name is James Paul McCartney and my best mate over there is John Lennon."
Her mouth dropped.
"What?"
"Yeh. You were saved by 'alf of the Beatles."
"I can't believe it. No one would ever believe that if I told them."
"Let them think what they want. It really happened."
John approached the two. "Okay. Yer parents are flying back here on the first flight they could get."
"John, she has an aunt a couple blocks away she could stay at."
"I know. I spoke with her dad. He told me to send her over there while we do our job."
"Talia, who do you want to ride with? Me or John?"
"Both."
The two laughed. "Both?" John asked. "Why both?"
"Because yer the Beatles. This is the closest I've ever gotten. I didn't know you worked with the police."
"Only part time. That guy that was in yer house is a guy we've been looking for, for several weeks now. Yer house isn't the first one that went through this. He keeps escaping us one way or another."
