Tennyson Belgrave|20|Detective|Bisexual?|Just woken up|His apartment|Tags;Todd
Tennyson carried on walking immersing himself in nothing in particular.He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Todd,just to make sure his friend wasn't up to nay trouble,which Tennyson agreed would be highly unlikely.He stood in a door way to an old library,lit a cigarette and let his phone ring.He lifted the phone to his ear,the unusually loud beeping seemed to deafen him for a second.
Philip Fitzpatrick|53|Head of Scotland yard|Straight|Happy|Work|Tags;
Fitz smiled at his secretary as he downed his cup of tea out of his mug which read "the boss".He tapped his desk with his fingers lazily,his feet up on his desk which should have been covered in files and sheets but wasn't as Fitz chucked them all in a miscellaneous pile under his desk.
"Where's Tennyson?"He shouted to his secretary who was running around like a headless chicken."I don't know Sir."She told him breathlessly opening his office door and standing their panting slightly.Fitz grumbled for all of five second then he took a bite of his croissant that he had bought for breakfast.
As soon as his secretary had left the room he shouted "A cup of tea please Polly!"He shouted smirking to himself.








