Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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"yeah cause that'll stop them," He rolled his eyes and shrugged. ”I wasn’t trying to stop them”. If he’d have been in a normal patrol car instead of his unmarked one, he still didn’t think they would have even slowed down. Drivers like that were the ones who were more likely to cause an accident. "Doesn't matter how long you've been driving. You can still drive like a backwards moron. it doesn't automatically make you Lewis Hamilton." He snorted and rolled his eyes again. ”when did I say I was like lewis Hamilton? I’m a damn good driver and its part of the job requirement.” He took the slip road off the carriageway and headed onto the road that led into the city. "I hope that was sarcastic. If not get out and we'll switch." He glanced at her again, giving her a look of his own as a response. "Brook, look out!" His attention turned back to the road in time to see a deer dash out from the trees, launching its way across the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he turned it quickly whilst slamming on the brakes. The car swerved to the left, colliding into a tree before he could manage to stop. Brook felt his body slam forward, his head hitting the steering with a thud, leaving him dazed for a few moments. Seeing as the airbag hadn’t deployed, he was hoping the damage to the car wouldn’t be too severe. ”Blaise? You okay?” He asked.
He smirked in satisfaction when the blonde refused to respond for a change. It wasn’t often she kept her mouth shut and he’d take the win while he could. Brook flicked the wipers onto the highest setting and slowed down slightly as the water began to cover the surface of the road. He’d driven in all kinds of weather and living in England, rain clearly wasn’t normally a problem to drive in but high winds with rain was a different story. No visibility and fighting to keep the car steady. Another frown creased between his eyebrows as a car came speeding up behind them, unaware the driver in front was an officer. If he hadn’t had Blaise in the car he would have pulled them. He moved to the outer lane, allowing the idiot to pass – flashing his lights in warning as he continued to speed along the road. If they didn’t end up killing themselves it would be a miracle. His eyes glanced up at the rearview as Blaise spoke again. "Depends if you know what you're doing. I prefer to drive," He gave a small smirk and shrugged. ”I’ve been driving since I was fifteen, I know what I’m doing.” He’d gotten into the habit of joyriding in his dads car while he was passed out on the couch. "This car isn't exactly built for these kind of conditions, just take it easy. Steering'll be pretty heavy if we aqua plane," He spared another glance in her direction before keeping his eyes on the road as the car began to sway from the battering the wind was giving it. ”Are any cars in England built for these kinds of conditions?”
"It is actually, can't wait to return." He expressed a small smirk as he adjusted the rear-view mirror in order to see her. ”I’m sure they’ll welcome you back with open arms.” He responded sarcastically. He glanced up at the sky as the heavens opened; releasing the rain it had been clinging on to all day. Perfect. He flicked on the window wipers as he drove down the carriageway, his brows furrowing into a frown as the rain beat down harder, making him turn the wipers on to the highest setting. He wasn’t keen on driving in a complete downpour, it meant visibility was at a minimum and there was a higher chance of somebody crashing. He turned the radio up slightly to hear the news; warning of high winds and flash foods. Brilliant. He glanced in the mirror again, wondering whether it would be better to turn back or keep going. He pressed on since they were half way there and there wasn’t a safe place to turn around. His hands gripped the steering wheel as the growing wind hit the car, making it rock a little. ”Hope you’re not a nervous passenger.”
"at least one of you has some semblance of a brain." Brook rolled his eyes and held the car door open for her, closing it behind her once she was inside. He had half a mind to put the child locks on so she wouldn’t be able to try and escape but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, figuring she wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and flee in the middle of her arrest. It certainly wouldn’t do her any favours. He moved around to the driver’s side and got in, inserting the keys into the engine and holding down the clutch in order for it to turn on. He reversed out of the parking space then put the car in first, driving out of the station and onto the main road, and heading straight for the dual carriageway that connected the town to the city. "Which town are going to?" He glanced at her through the rear-view mirror as she spoke. ”Willow Bridge, frequent haunt of yours?” He asked, unable to stop the jibe from coming out. Not that she didn’t deserve it for the last few things she’d been muttering.
He clocked her frown and mentally prepared himself for her refusal to move but she surprised him by actually listening. "You're taking me? Can't get enough of my sharp wit and pretty face, huh?" He sighed and shook his head as she couldn’t help winding up his colleagues at they walked past. Brook’s eyes narrowed as their expressions darkened, ready to get up from their chairs only to back off when they caught sight of his stony look. He walked her out of the building and over to his undercover squad car, opening the back door for her to get in. ”I’m taking you because I don’t trust those two to get you there in the condition you left in.” He’d already brought up their misconduct before and they’d been given warnings but that just made them smarter in hiding it.
"At least send the taller one back in, he was friendlier." He shook his head as he walked out of the room. Like hell he was letting either of them near her again. He spoke to one of his female colleagues and sent her into sort out the necessary paperwork. He made his way downstairs to where the holding cells where located. His brows furrowed when he saw both cells were occupied for the night. ”crap.” He sighed and made his way back upstairs and into his office, giving his colleague a smile as she left the room. ”I’m going to have to take you to Willow Bridge Station. .our holding cells are full.” He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and pulled it on then picked up the paperwork he’d need when he got to the other station. ”let’s go. .”
"You're infuriating." He lifted a brow and gave her a pointed look. "Likewise." He regretted slamming the desk the moment he saw her flinch. Involuntary reaction or not, he hadn't meant to make her feel threatened, especially after the way some of the officers in the station had treated her in the past. "Sorry." He muttered with a sigh. He watched her for a moment, waiting for the information to sink in, half expecting her to blow up. "Is that so." He couldn't help but quirk a brow at the calmness that seemed to flow through her. He didn't like it. It was almost like she was giving up. "Okay, so what now? Are you charging me? He gave a short nod and stood up. "I have no choice. .some one will be in momentarily to take your fingerprints and explain what will happen" He left the room to send in another officer to do the paperwork side while he went to check if they had space in a holding cell.
And you don't think that's the pot calling the kettle black? You don't trust me, but I'm meant to trust you... sound's about right." Brook ignored the first comment and pursed his lips. It was true trust went both ways but she was just too damn hard to trust and he couldn’t risk it. She’d burned him before and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. He was beginning to get sick of the merry-go round they were on and they needed to come up with a compromise in order for it to stop. "I won't get sent down, I'm not that stupid." He shook his head and slammed his hand down a little too hard on the paperwork in front of him with a frown. ”Dammit Blaise you’ve already been that stupid! We have enough evidence to charge you this time and you’re a flight risk so there’s a chance you may not get bail. You might be held in custody until your court date.” He rubbed the back of his neck, annoyed at his outburst.
brook watched her carefully and cursed internally. he'd let his emotions get the better of him and overstepped. he sat back in his chair as she leant on the desk, listening as she spoke. he lifted a brow and shook his head. "trust you? no. I barely trust someone i'd call a friend so, definitely not." he didn't trust easily, always guarded on the off chance the rug would get swept from under him again. hell the only one of his co-workers he probably trusted was his boss. "I know you don't do it for fun, i've seen the types of people that do this for fun and you aren't one of them." he picked up a pen and fiddled with it as he looked over the paperwork she'd come in with today. obviously she'd been arrested like usual but this time they had enough evidence to actually take her in to custody for the night. obviously he didn't want that. "then why won't you accept my help? you want to straighten out your life for your son? how? you're in a vicious cycle. .you steal to survive, to get enough money to live but what happens when something sticks? what happens when you get sent down?" it was only a matter of time before her luck ran out, even she had to realise that.
His brows furrowed a little when she turned away to avoid his gaze. He listened and pursed his lips and sat back in his chair, narrowing his eyes, his soft expression turning to stone. ”believe what you want about other officers but I would never stand in the way of a child getting back to their mother.” his tone had a frosty edge to it, what she’d said brought up memories he’d spent years trying to bury. He gripped his coffee cup and turned away from her, looking out of the office window at the other officers in the station. As memories of his childhood - his mother leaving him bubbled to the surface, he finished the rest of his coffee then inhaled deeply, pushing the thoughts that swirled around his mind back down to where they belonged before turning back to face blaise. ”fine, you don’t want my help with your son, fine. .but at least let me help you. Sort your life out and be the best mother you can be, your son deserves it.
brook ignored the grin on her face, not giving her the satisfaction of another reaction. He flicked open the file in front of him on the desk and let his eyes run over it, pointless given the fact that he'd memorised most of it - having read it every time the blonde was hauled in for questioning, which had been a lot lately. he hid a smirk and kept his eyes down when she suggested he let her go. "ha. good one." she always seemed to be caught in the vicinity but never there was never enough evidence to nail her. he lifted his eyes back to her as her voice filled the room. he lifted his brows slightly, he wasn't surprised to hear she had a son but he was surprised she'd finally trusted him enough to say something. he'd had a hunch the first time he'd found a picture of the boy at one of blaise's first hideouts but didn't pressure her about it. his expression softened and he leant forward a little so his elbows rested on the desk. "I can try. .if you let me."
brooke supressed an eye roll when the blonde told him to be careful, like he'd actually meant to scold himself on purpose. it was annoying the way she knew how to get under his skin. he was genuinely a hard person to read but she seemed to read him like a book lately. knowing what buttons to push when she wanted a reaction from him. he glanced at the red mark on his hand again, thinking he should probably at least run it under some cold water but he didn't think it would blister either way. Not that he was bothered. It'd just be something else to add to the list of scars/injuries on his body. He sat back down in his chair and wrapped his hand around the mug handle, lifting it to his lips to take a sip as she spoke. He was slightly taken aback by her outburst but he kept a straight face, listening intently. His brows furrowed when she leant back in the chair, seemingly pissed at herself for spilling some information. "I know you don't do it for fun. . you do it to survive." He stated simply. There were very few people who actually enjoyed being a criminal, ending up in and out of jail and they were the ones that deserved to be behind bars. Blaise wasn't one of them. "let me help you then. .for once just let someone help."
It surprised him when she didn't give one of her usual responses, instead just keeping quiet. He'd left her speechless for once, which was interesting. Nodding to her request for coffee, he slipped out of the room, leaving the door open, figuring she wouldn't be stupid enough to try and leave. He walked into the little staff kitchen and switched on the coffee machine. While he waited, he grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and placed them down on the side. He made Blaise's usual go to then poured his own coffee into a mug, adding a splash of milk and a teaspoon of sugar. He hadn't really picked up on the fact he knew how she liked her coffee, it was just something he remembered without trying.
He picked up both the cups in one hand and headed back into the room, his stomach dropping slightly when he finally noticed her raw wrists. He clenched his fists without realising, the mugs banging together as he did. He gritted his teeth and swore under his breath as some of the coffee spilt onto his hand, scalding it. He placed the cups down on the table and wiped the back of his hand on the side of his pants, ignoring the throbbing that came from the red blotch on his left hand. He looked up at the sound of the blonde's voice, his eyes finding hers as he spoke. " I'm not going to force you to tell me anything. .but I'll listen if you do." He said, softening his voice toward the end. He wasn't going to ask her to trust him, he didn't even know if he could trust her and it wouldn't be fair to tell her otherwise.