Do we all remember that lovely episode when Jarod first met Argyle? Well,
take the bit where he's knocked unconscious by a truck driver then assume
that Argyle didn't find him; the Centre did.
Disclaimer: Round and round the mulberry bush, The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey stopped to do up his socks, Pop goes the weasel
Prologue
'Really Syd, I don't know why we bother'
'Um, Miss Parker?' said Broots from across the other side of the alley
'Because it is our job' replied Sydney, ignoring Broots
'Miss Parker' repeated Broots
'But we both know that he'll always be long gone before we even open the door to his lair' Parker continued to absently search through the miscellaneous junk that lined the alley walls.
'Miss Parker! Sydney!' called Broots, louder this time
'Not always. We have nearly caught him many times'
'Miss Parker, I really think you should come and have a look at this!'
'And don't you just get the feeling that those times we were as far away as we are now.'
'One day Miss Parker...'
'Miss Parker' Broots tone was almost pleading now.
'What Broots?' she finally snapped, not turning around.
'Err...' he paused, unsure how to put it.
Parker sighed in frustration and turned around, ready to give the stuttering computer technician something to actually stutter about. She opened her mouth then saw that Broots was squatting next to a dark grey form on the ground. Sydney had turned around as well and now his gaze was riveted by the body that Broots had uncovered among the garbage. Parker quickly strode over, her eyes confirming her fears. It was Jarod, lying unconscious on the ground.
She knelt down beside the prone pretender, on the opposite side from Broots. Sydney was already on his knees checking Jarod's pulse. 'He's alive' confirmed the psychiatrist. Still, Parker barely dared breathe. Jarod looked awful. His face was covered in dirt and minor bruises and blood seeped slowly from a massive lump on his forehead. Sydney reached forward to gingerly touch the lump. It looked like something had hit him travelling at high speed. As Sydney's fingers made contact with the lump, there was a moan from Jarod. Sydney removed his hand and they all watched Jarod's eyelids flicker.
Parker remembered herself and unclipped her gun from its holster, ready in case he was just playing possum, unlikely though it was. Jarod roused slowly from consciousness, his eyelids opening to show all whites before the irises flicked down. He blinked a couple of times as though trying to focus then groaned again and reached up with one hand towards his head. It didn't get as far as the lump before he let it fall back to his side. Parker noted the bruising that surrounded one eye.
'How many fingers?' asked Sydney holding up one hand. Jarod made an unintelligible garbling sound, stopped, shook his head, then tried again. 'Sixteen, and a few little cartoon birdies.'
'From unconsciousness to sarcasm in seven seconds. Well done.'
Jarod focused with some difficulty on Miss Parker. 'Who are you?' he said eventually. 'Come to think of it, who am I?'
Ah, gotta love tacky throw away lines. TBC.
Disclaimer: Round and round the mulberry bush, The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey stopped to do up his socks, Pop goes the weasel
Prologue
'Really Syd, I don't know why we bother'
'Um, Miss Parker?' said Broots from across the other side of the alley
'Because it is our job' replied Sydney, ignoring Broots
'Miss Parker' repeated Broots
'But we both know that he'll always be long gone before we even open the door to his lair' Parker continued to absently search through the miscellaneous junk that lined the alley walls.
'Miss Parker! Sydney!' called Broots, louder this time
'Not always. We have nearly caught him many times'
'Miss Parker, I really think you should come and have a look at this!'
'And don't you just get the feeling that those times we were as far away as we are now.'
'One day Miss Parker...'
'Miss Parker' Broots tone was almost pleading now.
'What Broots?' she finally snapped, not turning around.
'Err...' he paused, unsure how to put it.
Parker sighed in frustration and turned around, ready to give the stuttering computer technician something to actually stutter about. She opened her mouth then saw that Broots was squatting next to a dark grey form on the ground. Sydney had turned around as well and now his gaze was riveted by the body that Broots had uncovered among the garbage. Parker quickly strode over, her eyes confirming her fears. It was Jarod, lying unconscious on the ground.
She knelt down beside the prone pretender, on the opposite side from Broots. Sydney was already on his knees checking Jarod's pulse. 'He's alive' confirmed the psychiatrist. Still, Parker barely dared breathe. Jarod looked awful. His face was covered in dirt and minor bruises and blood seeped slowly from a massive lump on his forehead. Sydney reached forward to gingerly touch the lump. It looked like something had hit him travelling at high speed. As Sydney's fingers made contact with the lump, there was a moan from Jarod. Sydney removed his hand and they all watched Jarod's eyelids flicker.
Parker remembered herself and unclipped her gun from its holster, ready in case he was just playing possum, unlikely though it was. Jarod roused slowly from consciousness, his eyelids opening to show all whites before the irises flicked down. He blinked a couple of times as though trying to focus then groaned again and reached up with one hand towards his head. It didn't get as far as the lump before he let it fall back to his side. Parker noted the bruising that surrounded one eye.
'How many fingers?' asked Sydney holding up one hand. Jarod made an unintelligible garbling sound, stopped, shook his head, then tried again. 'Sixteen, and a few little cartoon birdies.'
'From unconsciousness to sarcasm in seven seconds. Well done.'
Jarod focused with some difficulty on Miss Parker. 'Who are you?' he said eventually. 'Come to think of it, who am I?'
Ah, gotta love tacky throw away lines. TBC.