How bad can this taste?

Darren walked back in to the station on his own to the suprise of everyone.
"What happened? I thought you were out picking up that bloke of asault charges?"
said the chief.
"He got away." mumbled Darren. It brough a laugh from some of the others around the office.
"Thats a first, never seen you let one escape before.What going on?" asked chief looking confused.
"Had some help. Don't worry I'll get him in a bit." He walked past the chief and went to his desk.

Chief walked over and darren didn't bother to look up he could tell by the walk that chief was pissed at him. "You do not get to drop it and come back for a mug of coffee it is your job to go out there and pull that bastard off the streets." How did he explain that there was no point until Gislett was on his own which he wouldn't be for a while yet.
"I know sir, but I lost all trace of the suspect so I came back here to look through his file in case there might be a place I could stak out." The chief didn't take much notice.
"I'm not buying it Burrow. I've never seen anyone slip away from you once you've laid a finger on them. It's like you know where they're going to run to before they do."
"I never said I laid a finger on him." said Darren panicing at how close Chief was to the truth.
"IT'S A FUCKING EXPRESSION!" Yep, the Chief was really pissed.

Darren consentrated on keeping his face from reacting. He didn't often do this but every now and thn it was nessesary. "Chief, I will go out and catch the bastard, I promise you that. What I know is that he got away from me becuse he got help from a friend. I think he was an athlete of some sort," wrong but saying that he knew he was something supernatural was not a way to dig your self out of a hole with the chief, " he's gone under ground. I don't think he'll stay there long though. I have a good I dea where he'll go when he does resurface. Give me till the end of the week, you can give me as many small time ones as you like till then but otherwise get off my fucking back. I have the best arrest record of anyone that wasn't some shit arse who tried to slam people up for being gay or some other bullshit." The chief just looked at him.

"I know, that why I wanted to put you in for the murder squad. Your so damn good at this game you could have half the cases solved by this time next week." He glared at Darren, "Why is it you keep turning that down Burrows?"

"Sir,I have told you I can't work murders. For persnal reasons."
"And what are those? We know none of your families or even anyone you knows been murders. You've never been at a bad scene. So why are you so damn sure set aginst it. I've seen some of the blokes you braught in for resisting arrest you've got no problem with the gore." The Chief was leaning in close now. Darren couldn't remember anyone resisting arrest but then he never remembered past cases. He struggled enough to remember what he had for breakfast. He only got through meomry tests by touching the marking and remembering them marking it.
"You wan the truth sir?"
"Yes" he growled through gritted teeth.
"I won't go on the murder teams because I know what they'll put me to work on. catching the ones that go under ground and those are the organised ones. The cerial killers and the thought of touching one of them scares the living shit out of me." Darren pulled open the desk draw and took out a pair of glove, thin ones he'd had done specialy thin leather that covered his hole hand but was still pliable enough that if he looked after them they were just like a second skin. He slipped them on doing up the velcro to make sure they didn't slip off. "I'm going to see want I can find out." Hestood and pushed past the Chief headed for the door. the whole office was in silent awe of the fight that had just taken lace. No one quiet knew who had won. Not the Chief because Burrows had walked away, but not Burrows, he had admitted fear. You didn't do that. You just didn't.

Darren sat in the car and lent on the steering wheel but the second he hut his eyes he suddenly got images of a chest and heaving bodies. He could here panting and sat up like a bullet. He hated getting those. It left him feeling dirty and wrong. Like a right winger watching porn. He gritted his teeth and consentrated to the nearest clock and ran back wards as quick as he could to a refference point. "See you in a bit shithole." He smiled and turned the key heading down the roud to a cafe in hopes of coffee.

Darren was a regular and they were nalready pouring his coffee when he came through the door. He grabbed it in the to go cup and droped th money on the counter. No words needed they handed over the change and he was out the door again in under two minutes.

He dropped the cups contense in to a thermose mug. He took a couple of sips and pulled out the drive way heaed for a ar park nearer the site. He would walk the last bit. He didn't want another runner.he put the mug down in the cup holder and gripped the stearing wheel, he looked at the back of the car. it didn't look it but it converted perfectly for arrests. It was just a redone police car with the seperating screen set so you pad locked it up in place when you needed it and the rest of the time is slid down so from the out side you couldn't tell it was anything special. It had needed completly redoing anyway after some one had let off a gun in the back so he had made some suggestions to get it looking a little less aggressive. He parked the car and locked the door taking his mug with him.