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The story of how three very different police officers not only end up sharing a house but becoming really close friends, despite all that goes against them.

There was a knock on the door. Sam peered out the bedroom window, his shoulders drooped. It’s not like he was shocked she was here, but it was still a disappointment. ‘She’s there?’ Johnson peered his head round the door. He took a bite out of a burnt toast he was having. The door thundered a few more angry blows. Sam opened his mouth before shutting it and shrugging. Johnson shrugged whilst walking down the

‘Ow!’ ‘Crap, sorry, I didn’t ... Jim, is that you?’ ‘Ha-ha, um, no comment.’ ‘One second, let me, um, shut the door. Move along there, ugh. Nice den you got set up here, fluffy coats and stuff.’ ‘Wait, someone else is outside, Simon.’ ‘….’ ‘Okay. Ah. Okay, yeah, they’re gone now. Was that Debbie Brownsmith with John Dong?’ ‘Thought she was going out with Dennis from the basketb

A honest conversation between two teenagers who find themselves sat together inside a giant wardrobe at a house party.

Thomas has been advised that Adam admitted guilt and he is in jail. His family still hate him but no one is allowed to contact him. It is over. Thomas is deflated that it had to end this way but he is free now and that is a very strange very nice feeling. He has been resting at home and now he was healed and was back to work. Time does not fly when you are stuck in the house bored. It felt like ripping off a bandage coming b

It was the security guard who called it in. He had saw what happened on the cameras and had run out to the parking lot but had been too late. He wasn’t the only one who called the cops. Zack feared the worst and called them too. Now, it had been a while at the hospital but Zack has taken Thomas home. Zack hasn’t been to Thomas’s apartment before. It is smaller than his, bit more cluttered, which Thomas is slightly embarrassed about Zack seeing.

All Thomas can think about is his phone sitting in his open car. Did Zack hear anything? Is he calling the police? Did the security guard come out? The car swerves hard round corner, Thomas tries to concentrate. There’s way out, he just needs to think. The car swerves again and Thomas tries to hold on tight onto whatever he can latch on to. He should know this, he should. The smell of the old car makes him feel nauseous, as

Thomas places the pot on the side of the stove, watching the bubbles go down. Grabbing at him, Zack spins him around. Zack goes to say something and stops, he looks as if he is biting back words. He looks down to the ground, ‘I’m causing you pain, aren’t I?’ Thomas shakes his head as Zack continues to stare at the ground. ‘I don’t want to cause you that,’ he murmurs, his voice low. He takes his hands off Thomas and sighs, loo

‘This used to be a fun house, but now it’s full of evil clowns.’ The light feels sharper than the music. He winces as he blinks at the sun coming in from the window, his phone blasting music away. One side of his face feels cold and his throat feels dry. Blinking again, he pulls himself up and sits there. He looks around, his head suddenly pounding heavy. He must have ended up passing out in his bathroom. It smells awful in here, the putrid sm

They are all sat in a booth together. Everyone from Thomas’s work floor. There is about ten of them. Roaring with laughter and making cheeky comments as they down their drinks. This bar is alive with groups of people sat around in booths or standing up; the bar staff are busy trying to serve as many people as they can. The sounds of Katy Perry fly over the stereos. Sharon spots Thomas, widens her lipstick grin and waves him over. Others look

It had been a long week at work, there had been presentations to endure but it was now Friday night and Thomas is at Zack’s place. Thomas has brought his laptop round and they have just finished up the latest spreadsheets so they are prepared for the work ahead in the next few weeks. It makes Thomas feel at ease to know everything at work is on track, it is a relaxing feeling of accomplishment. Thomas has just closed up the laptop and is just chopping up carro

Thomas can see the shadow outlining of a man at the front door. ‘Um,’ the man, Billy, clears his throat. ‘Can I come in?’ Zack sighs and lets him in, and closes the door, ‘Just stand here, this will do.’ The man stands, awkward. Thomas can see Billy is tall slender man. ‘I’ve told you. You don’t have to do this alone,’ Billy says. ‘I’m fine.’ ‘Your operation was recently, wasn’t it?’

For the next week Zack takes the time off recovering from the operation, using the time off as holiday. Thomas doesn’t understand why Zack doesn’t just say he is sick, why is it so bad that Zack doesn’t want to let anyone know? Was there something Thomas is missing about being a manager or is it just the fact Zack is very private man? No one at work has noticed anything in Zack, he is so busy all the time at work, he is so cheerful, and so helpful, no one really takes a look at

‘So, it’s a penguin,’ she turns her phone around. Thomas smiles and laughs a little at the picture. ‘Oh. Nice.’ Sharon pulls her phone back smiling, tapping away. She has been showing off the different pictures in her phone after the conversation got a little dry. Thomas isn’t trying to be dry though. He is usually more sociable than this. He takes a sip of his bottle of beer and looks around the restaurant. It isn’t a fanc

For the next couple of weeks, Thomas is round at Zack’s place every day. They were doing the work in the office, but it became harder to hide the fact that Zack was staying behind doing more work so Zack offered him to finish the work at his apartment. It is now half six, Thomas is sat at the kitchen table typing up the documents on the work laptop and preparing the spreadsheets for the next week. Zack has gone for a quick shower. Thomas sits there typing up the