Another drabble

[auntiemeesh]

powerwriter requested a Hetty fic, anything with Geoff. This is a little angsty, and takes place following the main action of the episode "A High Profile".

Haunted

The police had been and gone, the questions had been answered, the grieving mother had followed her son to the morgue. Mrs. Wainthropp had retired to her room, claiming exhaustion. Geoff was alone, nursing his coffee, trying to understand what he’d seen. The frozen body, crouched in the corner of the Pantomime shed, battered and beaten, metres from help and yet so utterly alone. With a shiver and a sigh, he headed up to his room, knowing he wouldn’t be alone tonight. Michael’s shade would be dancing before him, demanding to know why Geoff hadn’t come just a little sooner.