This is my first attempt at a Taggart Fan Fiction.

Hope you all enjoy

:)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

***

DCI Matthew Burke sighed as he stepped into the police station, nodding his head curtly at anyone who he past and definitely those who acknowledged him. Burke wasn't a hard man to get on with, actually quite the opposite, he just came across hard so that he had the right level of authority over his team. It made them feel safe whenever they were out on the job.

He sighed as he sat down on his chair, the night before playing in his mind. Not that it couldn't. It was the same night he'd played a role in for the past couple of years. He'd go home from the station, place a meal for one into the oven or microwave - really depended on how hungry he was - before settling down in front of the telly to watch whatever crap was on. Last night he'd watched another film fresh from Hollywood where the life of a homicide detective was glamorised.

The idea that they never appeared tired, they always had the perfect wife sat waiting at home who completely understood that the job was the number one thing. Burke knew that wasn't the case. As did the others on his teams.

It was a cold lonely night like last night that made Burke realise that he was lonely and did want to return home to someone. It was just unfair to make anyone take that role when he never expected to be home for them or to understand their selfish need for a little attention.

He groaned as he looked at the letter of resignation he'd typed a month ago, his heartbeat thumping as he wondered if he'd ever hand it in.

***

The alarm rang and DS Jackie Reid groaned as she sat up in her bed, her hand running through her scruffy brown locks. Her bed was a mess from the amount of tossing and turning she did during the night, haunted by imagery that most people would only ever see in films or on bad TV shows. She coughed lightly reaching over to turn the alarm off.

That annoying buzz had woke her up for the past couple of years at the same time every morning. She hated it and knew that eventually it was going to drive her crazy. You'd think for how many times she'd heard it she'd be accustomed to it's drone but she wasn't.

Sighing, she climbed out of bed and moved to her bathroom. Turning on the shower she turned to look at the lone toothbrush and sighed. After the death of her late husband she had just given up hope of ever finding someone else. Sighing, she climbed out of her pyjamas and went under the warm water that shot free from the showerhead.

***

The alarm sounded and the man woke, turning over in his bed and lightly kissing the pretty blonde on the lips. "Good morning." He drawled in his charming Scottish accent that made many girls all fluster and fall heads over heels with him.

"Morning." The woman grumbled lightly, her hands shielding her eyes from the strong glare of the fresh sunlight.

"You look even more beautiful in the morning, if that is humanly possible." The woman laughed as she reached up and kissed him again, her hands digging through his hair.

"DI Robbie Ross, you are a very bad addiction that I am starting to get." She whispered lightly.

"Mentioning that. I have to go to work." He said taking hold of her pouting bottom lip with his teeth and lightly biting. "Stay here, have a shower. If you're still here when I get home tonight…" He whispered seductively kissing her gently.

"You'll be shocked, you player?" She teased laughing as she sat up in the bed, not caring about her nakedness.

"You know me so well." He drawled before heading into the bathroom, another one confident about his nakedness. The blonde woman smiled as she watched him move into the shower.

***

Standing in front of the mirror, DC Stuart Fraser straightened the new baby blue tie. He'd been up for approximately two hours and was now ready to go into work with his neat appearance and happy grin. He sighed as he ran a brush through his hand.

He sighed as he looked over at the neatly made bed, his eyes saddened at the fact he'd not shared that with a partner in ages. The life of a DC was really starting to take a toll.

***

Jackie moved into their kitchen area and flicked on the kettle, a morning tradition to make her and her boys a cup of coffee. Sighing she checked her tired reflection in the window and sighed. "This is going to be a long day…"

"Talking to yourself, Jackie?" Came the taunting voice of her constant pain in the arse, Robbie.

"It's the only way I get an intelligent conversation when Stuart isn't around." She threw back at him before pouring water into the cups.

"Someone's crabby this morning. Time of the month?"

"I'm crabby whenever I see you, Robbie." She commented as she moved out holding two cups of coffee. "Morning, Stuart." She called to the blonde guy who'd just walked through the door.

"Mroning Jackie!" He called back with the same dull enthusiasm as he accepted his drink before moving to sit at his desk.

The door to Burke's office flew open and he smiled at them. "No time for coffee. There's been a murder."

The team all placed down their cups and grabbed their coats.

It was just another day.

***

Please leave reviews so I know how it's doing!

Thanks for reading!

:)