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Goalies Turn

A JJK Kick-Off Fanfic/Soccer AU Choso x Reader

AN: I am absolutely obsessed with @celestie0 amazing JJK Soccer AU fanfic "Kick-Off". I adore the way she writes Choso in it; the teams Goalie. As a result with her permission I have written a one shot fanfic...for her fanfic. LMAO. This y/n is NOT the leading lady of Kick Off. Thank you Ellie for making up this amazing world and letting me play around in it!

Choso Kamo x Reader One Shot. Fluff, Comedy, Smut.

Something about feeling the turf underneath your feet without the support of your cleats was incredibly bittersweet. You adjust the binders in your hands as you walk down the sidelines. The early morning sun is just starting to evaporate last night's dew. The University of Tokyo’s men’s D1 soccer team is in high gear despite the early hour. They are performing suicide runs; their cleats eating up the turf. The sweat running down temples and rolling down backs.

The back of your calves twitch in anticipation of the thought of joining them. At this hour you would normally be with your girls, catching their practice goal kicks. Your thick goalie gloves snatching speeding soccer balls out of the air before launching them across the field with swift kicks. The unreleased energy running through you is driving you mad. You’ll need to go on a run after this to help relieve the excess.

You reach Coach Yaga, his yappy Pomeranian giving you an attitude as you stop next to him. Yaga gives you a nod before focusing back on his players. “PICK UP YOUR FEET GOJO!” Your ears ring from the sudden bellowing next to you. It takes seconds for you to dial into that mop of white hair on the field. Star player Gojo Satoru is massive but somehow lithe; his muscles bulging as he runs to catch up with an offside ball. His physique is comparable to a statue of a Greek God. It’s too bad you heard his personality is also Greek God worthy; capricious, licentious and cocksure.

“That damn girl needs to get off my sidelines if she can’t stop distracting my players.”

You glance at the “girl” in question. She’s a professional looking young woman your age who you’ve seen around campus before. She’s crouching a respectful distance from the team on the sidelines taking photographs of the players at work. Good to see sexism is alive and well. “Yeah, I can’t believe she has the audacity to be at a professional distance while not using flash in order to be as unobtrusive as possible.”

Yaga shoots you a look that clearly says he’s not amused with your sass, “Keep taking notes on our play style like you did last practice. Fresh eyes can give insight that might be missed otherwise.” He ends his sentence with the wave of a dismissive hand in your direction.

Dumping the binders on Yaga’s bench you pick up a clipboard and find a good spot on the sidelines to observe. Despite being on the University of Tokyo’s women’s D1 soccer team you aren’t very familiar with the men’s team. During the season you were training to chase your own championship dreams. After last week's defeat, and your dreams for this year crushed, you had volunteered to assist the men’s team in preparing for their own race to the top. It was that or take a three week break before practices started again and sitting in your dorm all day sounded like a personal hell after the rigor of these last months.

“YOU'RE LATE AGAIN KAMO! YOU’RE STAYING LATE TO RUN LAPS! NOW GET YOUR ASS IN THE GOAL!” You wince at Yaga’s screaming.

“Yeah, yeah.” A lazy voice responds still sounding groggy from sleep. The guy Coach Yaga is talking to is tying his long hair up into a low bun as he strolls over to the goal. Yaga’s yelling clearly did not light a fire under Kamo’s ass like he wanted.

Choso Kamo, 5’11, solid build, wide shoulders with a tapered waist, impressive reach, and massive hands. He tended to be a little slow, especially at the beginning of a match, but once he got warmed up he was a force to be reckoned with. It was almost impossible to score on him in the last half of a game. You were up until three AM last night watching youtube compilations of his best saves over the season. He was good, great even. Which is why it pissed you off so much that every day you were here shadowing he showed up late and slacked off half the practice.

He sits on the ground in his goal area tying his cleats and putting on his gloves. A loud swish of the net is heard as Suguru Geto launches a ball past Kamo’s head just barely missing making contact.

Choso shoots an unamused look at Geto before flipping him the middle finger. When he finishes fixing his gloves, flexing to make sure they are tight enough, he mumbles. “Alright, go ahead.”

You're watching Nanami Kento, the midfielder, line up shots for practice penalty kicks when you feel a pair of eyes on you. Turning you meet a set of dark orbs watching you. You meet Choso’s gaze head on but are unable to decipher what exactly he’s thinking. He just looks exhausted. Why the hell is he staring at you like that? This isn’t the first time you’ve caught him staring at you over the last three days of your volunteer work. It’s not like he’s checking you out since he’s making prolonged awkward eye contact and he couldn’t look more disinterested. Did he recognize you from the women’s team? You doubted it. Women’s soccer was notoriously underrated and underfunded. The idea of the men’s team players watching you play was delusional at best.

His eyes are locked on you when a speeding ball kicked by Nanami slams him in the gut. There are a few “Ohhhhh” sounds from other players as Kamo groans, doubling over in pain. You can’t help but laugh at the unexpected blow landing. Your hand goes up to cover your mouth when you realize your laugh was a little too loud and a few people are looking at you incredulously. Oh please, getting hit is part of being a goalie. You can’t help but grin and jibe, “Come on Kamo, I’ve seen middle school kids take hits better!”

You hear him mutter something under his breath followed by a clear, “Shit.” as Satoru Gojo laughs obnoxiously in the background.

“CHOSO WATCH THE FIELD NOT THE SIDELINE DISTRACTIONS!” Coach Yaga’s yell causes you to blush a little at his implying it’s your fault in him getting nailed.

As Choso stands he pins you with a heated look, his onyx eyes raking over you before turning back to the field, his demeanor serious for the remainder of practice.

You're standing next to Coach Yaga reading your notes to him as he buckles his pomeranian into the front passenger seat. He doesn’t seem to actually be listening to you but you aren’t in the mood to type it all up and email it to him later tonight.

Yaga’s car is the last one in the parking lot other than your own. You had both stayed late reviewing plays while the majority of the team went out for food and Choso begrudgingly started his late to practice laps. “So I think if you have Nanami focus on his-”

“SHIT!” You jump in surprise as your review is interrupted by a heated yell from Yaga. He pulls a binder out of his back seat. He stares at his watch before cursing some more, “I need to leave now. Can you take this and put it in my office and then lock it up?”

You can't help but frown and sigh as you take the key he is holding out to you. “Alright.”

He nods before getting in and starting up his car, “Thanks, bring the keys back tomorrow morning before practice. Oh, and email me those notes you took today.”

The smile you give him is more of a grimace as he drives off without further comment. “Asshole…” you mutter under your breath as you start the trek back to the men’s locker room. Maybe you shouldn’t have volunteered to help out the men’s team. You hadn’t been ready to leave the field behind for the season yet but this wasn’t what you imagined when they asked for an assist.

You walked into the men’s locker room noting the main door was already unlocked. Yaga wants you to lock up but he couldn’t even manage to. You can’t help but wrinkle your nose a little at the smells emanating from the main locker area, especially from the questionable hamper full of dirty towels.

Sighing you think, If this locker room is a mirror image of the womens, Yaga’s office will be in the back left corner. Heading in that direction it isn’t until you see Yaga’s office that you register a single shower is running in the background. You are so used to hearing showers run in the girls locker room that you didn’t even register the sound as unusual. You look towards the hallway of lined showers knowing that each shower cubicle has a shower curtain pulled across it obstructing any outsider’s view.

That has to be Kamo. You thought he had left already but clearly that was not the case. You can’t help but reflexively bite your bottom lip. Mind thinking about his gleaming pale skin with rivulets of water racing down his hard muscles. You feel thirsty at the thought but shake your head scolding yourself. The man is just trying to clean up after his workout and you’re out here like a damn voyeur salivating over nothing. You quickly cross in front of the shower room to unlock Yaga’s office. You just need to be quiet, drop the binder off and then wait outside till Kamo is done so you can lock up. Simple.

After placing the binder, you exit the office, your hands fumbling and dropping the keys. Cursing under your breath you bend to pick them up but forget the office door is weighted. You jump in surprise when it slams shut loudly. The noise echoes through the locker room. So much for being quiet, you pick the keys up in a hurry deciding to book it to the exit when a voice stops you, “Hey, can you pass me my conditioner!? I’m an idiot and left it by my locker.” You freeze staring at the shower area before turning to look at the lockers. A wooden bench towards the back has a bottle of high quality conditioner and a fluffy white towel folded on it. Did he really forget his towel too? What was with this guy?

You sigh, deciding to grab his conditioner and towel for him. You would just leave it right by the shower door and he would be none the wiser who did it. Problem solved. Picking up the items you read the label on the way back to the shower room. Damn this was like thirty dollars a bottle. Okay Kamo, I see you. You can’t resist flicking the bottle open and taking a quick whiff; the scent is sweet with a hint of coconut. You can’t help but blush as you shut the bottle again. You shouldn’t have done that. You don’t need to know what Kamo smells like.

You approach the shower area and he must have heard your sneakers because he’s talking to you again, “Thanks can you just put it where I can reach. I was dreading having to run out and freeze my ass off.” He’s talking so casually, he must assume you are one of his teammates who forgot something.

You swallow the lump in your throat. Approaching, you decide to hang the clean towel over the top of the curtain rod so that he has it when he finishes. You gently lay it over the top, careful to place it where you normally would your own, so that it doesn’t get wet from the incoming stream of water. You hear a note of surprise in his voice as he registers the towel thrown over the top. “Dude, thanks, you're the best. I knew I forgot something else.”

You're flushing heavily at the casual way he’s speaking to you. You need to get out. Leaning over you slip the bottle of conditioner into the corner of the shower, your fingers just barely pushing it around the plastic curtain so he can grab it. Mission accomplished. You release the bottle and go to stand fully when a large wet hand grabs your own. He must have noticed your feminine fingers. The squeak that leaves your throat is terrified as you try to pull away in shock. The shower curtain rustles as it’s pushed a few inches open from the inside and Choso Kamo is blinking at you in surprise. Even though he’s the one holding onto you he looks shocked at you being there, “L/n, F/n?”

God he looks divine. His hair is down and wet, the strands in the front come to just above his eyes while the remaining dark locks rest on his shoulders blades. You’ve never been this close to him before and the prominent scar across his nose draws your eyes briefly. You note his chiseled jaw and the way his Adam's apple bobs on his thick muscular neck when he swallows.

You’re panicking, hand pulling away from him in quick tugs but his fingers are looped easily around your wrist. The pressure is minimal but his grip is a goalie’s vise, “I-I’m sorry. Yaga asked me to lock up and then you asked for conditioner so-” your vision flies to his hold on your wrist. His hands are calloused and rugged like your own; the veins running up them cause a heat to rush down you. His one hand dwarfs your own and looking up from them your panicked eyes meet his still confused ones, “Please let me go!”

It’s almost like he just now registers he’s holding you there. “Oh.” He releases you immediately, his face turning a shade of bright red. “Sorry!” You yank your hand from his stepping back and rubbing it reflexively. He looks worried as he steps forward towards you, his chest coming out from behind the curtain, only his lower half is obscured now, “Did I hurt you?”

Dear God. If you thought he was beautiful before… He’s stunning, your mouth dries up completely as your eyes scan down his body. His pecs are massive and while he isn’t sculpted like a bodybuilder he has this thickness to his physique that lets you know he is all strength and dexterity under his light layer of fat. His v-cut is prominent and a smattering of dark black hair travels down to hide behind the curtain. You realize you're staring and he isn’t in any hurry to cover himself up.

After a long silence his voice is deeper than normal and a little husky when he speaks, his earlier question forgotten, “You’re going to make me blush.”

You flush heavily, your eyes going up to meet his own. You clench your legs together feeling a familiar desire rolling through you. An itch you haven’t scratched since before the soccer season began. “I’m sorry, you have a nice body.”

His breath catches when your eyes meet his. There’s desire written in them and he feels himself becoming hard. He lets out a groan when you apologize, “God don’t apologize, fuck. I’ve been trying to find an excuse to talk to you for months. You’re stunning.” His eyes are burning into your own with unmasked wanting. He adjusts the shower curtain and your eyes lower to see a very thick erection pressing against it.

You don’t even register when your tongue slides against your lips as desire pools in your nether regions. “Months?” He watches you push your legs together trying to make some friction to help with the escalating arousal you are feeling.

“I-I watch all your games.” He replies a little hoarsely and your gaze shoots up to him in surprise.

You blink in confusion, “You should have just said Hi.”

He swallows before he mumbles out, “Hi.”

You can’t help but laugh at that and he gives an awkward chuckle in response. There’s a hot naked man in front of you who wants you and you haven’t had a good fuck in a long time. Your blood is pulsing straight to your throbbing pussy at this point. Fortune favors the bold right? Your eyes dip down to his erection still barely covered, “You want help with that?”

He groans, “Fuck, yes.” He releases the curtain and it slides to the side. His beautiful cock on display for you. He’s cut, average in length but girthy with a delicious curve. A mesmerizing vein runs up the bottom of it. The tip is flushed a bright red with precum and water dripping off his shaft. “Join me?”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You kick off your shoes and socks. Your shirt is above your head in moments then you shimmy down your skin tight athletic pants. Not wasting any time you remove your bra and panties and move to join him. You pull the shower curtain open and wrap it behind you, hiding you from anyone’s potential sight but his. It’s like a totally new environment once you're inside the small cube. The air is hot and misty as the water sprays Choso’s back. Droplets fly through the air and land on you sporadically.

“I have to be dreaming…” he murmurs, his eyes going up and down your body. “That’s the only way this could be happening.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?”

His warm wet body is pressed against your own in moments. Lips crashing against one another in a battle for dominance where neither party cares if they win. His one arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you against him while his other cups your cheek gently. The kisses are intense and needy. All your nerve endings are on fire as his tongue traces the seam of your lips asking for entry. You open your mouth hungrily granting it access; your own tongue eager to meet his.

You feel Choso’s erection pressing against your stomach. Before you can reach down and touch it his hands go to take your own. You blink in surprise as he holds both your wrists in one hand. “I can’t let you do that.” He chokes out before kissing up your jaw. “I’ll cum before I get inside you.”

Before you can protest his free hand begins palming one breast and then the other. His fingers lightly pinching and massaging your nipples causing shivers to ripple down you. A moan escapes your lips, as his head dips down to take your breast into his mouth. He suckles you for a moment before using his tongue to tease your nipple. “Kamo..” you keen when his mouth releases you with an audible pop. A trail of spit briefly leading from your breast to his mouth.

“Call me Choso, say my name.” He moans taking your neglected breast into his warm mouth, his sucks and teasing motions stoke your flames of desire.

A hard suck makes you oblige him, his name falling from your lips in a gasp, “Fuck, Choso.” The heat and humidity alongside his scorching touches have you lost in sensations. You don’t even register when he releases his mouth from your tits and is back to kissing you dumb against the tiled wall. “Can I eat you out?” He rasps out between fevered sucks on your neck and chest.

“Yes, but I want you inside me.” You whimper out. The curtain of the shower briefly opens from your movements, sending a wave of chilled air over you. Skin pebbling in response, it grants a brief relief to the overwhelming heat.

Choso wastes no time after your acquiesce. He’s on his knees looking up at you, his pupils blown with desire, “I’ve cum to the idea of this so many times.. and it doesn’t even hold a candle in comparison.” That’s all the warning you get before he leans forward one strong hand on your hip the other bringing your right leg up to hook over his shoulder. His lips are on you kissing your inner thighs, light bites and sucks move to the tender flesh of your vulva. You're crying out his name when he finally decides to lick a stripe up the center of your cunt. His tongue lapping up the sweetness of your essence. You feel him groan against you, the vibrations making you whine. His tongue is dipping into your core leaving teasing strokes inside you. His nose bumping against your clit as he nudges against you needily.

Your fingers find and twist into his hair. Holding him close to you despite the fact that he has no intention of leaving. You feel yourself getting closer to release the tightness forming in your belly. “Cho- I want you inside me. I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Wanna taste it.” He mumbles petulantly as he leans back a little to see your half lidded eyes watching him.

“Choso, let me cum on your cock.”

Your dirty words make him groan, “God where have you been all my life, fuck.” He lowers your leg gently, watching the way your chest is heaving trying to catch your breath.

Choso stands, ready to devour you when he suddenly deadpans, “Fuck.. need a condom.” Before you can register what he even said his naked ass is out of the shower and running towards the locker area. You lean out the curtain in surprise seeing him open various players' lockers before finally finding one and muttering, “I owe you one Gojo.” He’s rushing back over like you might change your mind. You're watching his erection bounce as he enters the shower room again. He’s biting the condom wrapper open and putting it on his length when he hits a slippery patch and almost wipes out.

The shocked and confused look on his face as he almost falls on his ass is enough to have you doubled over laughing. This was by far the weirdest hookup you’d ever had and you were enjoying the hell out of it.

“Shit!” He bites out going to enter the shower again. The water he left while exiting makes him slide precariously as he grabs the curtain for support. Your eyes widen as he pulls and the entire curtain rod falls with a crash Choso hitting the ground this time.

You can’t help it, you're crying laughing as he looks up at you soaked and wrapped in the broken curtain. “Choso, what the fuck?” You can’t catch your breath and your sides hurt from laughing.

He was looking up at you in disappointment but the more you laughed the more he couldn’t help but smile in return. His own deeper chuckle echoing, “I really fucked that up.”

You're wiping your eyes, you can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard. You hold out your hand to help him up as he untangles himself.

The sexual mood is broken, he’s flaccid and his ass is throbbing in pain from him landing on it. He stands next to you totally embarrassed but you're not even laughing at him, just the absurdity of the situation. When his sheepish gaze meets yours you give him a grin pulling him back under the water. “Shower sex is not as easy as they make it out to be.” You tease leaning forward to peck the corner of his lips before tapping his shoulder and indicate he should turn his back to you. “Let me condition your hair.”

He nods, turning. His embarrassment slowly fades as you gently massage his conditioner into his hair. The domesticity of the gesture makes his heart clench with want. You are so much more than anything he could have imagined. He wants to learn everything about you and have you beside him from now on. He just hopes he didn’t ruin it with this botched hook up.

You’re finishing up rinsing his hair when he mumbles out, “I really want to see you again even though this…” his words fade off. He can’t see the smile you are giving his back as he continues, “What are you doing this evening?”

You wait until he turns to look at you, a mischievous look on your face, “I was hoping you.”

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Smiffina Episodes: Gun Runner Part 3 - Kick Off (3/5)

Mel is not looking forward to her day policing the derby between Millwall and Leyton Orient at The Den. Uniform are confused why Smithy isn't in as a football match would be his perfect day policing.

Neil, Gina, Heaton and Max have a meeting about the match and Smithy as he will be present at the match with the rest of the gang. Gina is unimpressed however as it's been a week and there's been no progress or information and she doesn't know how safe Smithy is. Max is defensive, they know that they're waiting for a big shipment and that Smithy has been lined up to reactivate them but they don't know who is behind it - yet - or who the supplier is. That should change today as Smithy is due to meet The Big Boss at the match. Max claims they'll be able to track Smithy on CCTV throughout. Gina points out how ridiculous it is for him to be undercover so close to Sun Hill given that he could be recognised by anyone that he'd arrested at any point. Max reassures her he'll be pulled out the first sign of trouble. "He's all on his own out there!" "Not exactly, he's set up in a lovely new flat with all mod cons including the most sophisticated technology that the MET can buy." And of course Stevie as his undercover girlfriend who brings him plates of fruit for breakfast rather then bacon sandwiches (!)

Smithy's not best pleased as he's had no water for 2 days "Apparently it's very difficult to find a decent plumber round here!" He growls into the camera. Because of this he's also had a diet of takeaways. Smithy is also not happy that things are going so slow as he's been there for a week and all he has to show for it is some empty pizza boxes and a bit of stubble (there's not enough stubble for a week!)

Kieran Wallace turns up to pick Smithy up with Dennis Turner at 10am for a pub crawl before the match - complete with cans given that they're an hour early. Stevie makes herself known and takes a picture subtly of Wallace and Turner whilst kissing Smithy goodbye.

Gina tells uniform about Smithy being undercover and that there's been an unofficial warning about Orient 'welcoming home fans with a bang' that upgraded the security threat to Category C.

Will commits the cardinal sin of saying that things are 'quiet' when they're called to a local park because of children causing a disturbance. As soon as he's mentioned the Q word, a massive firework explodes right in front of their car followed by a second. "Never use the Q word - ever!!" Beth reminds him. Jason, a child, insists that he just 'found' the fireworks. Will points out that they're category 4 which is only for official use and should be carefully stored due to their volatile nature. He claims he 'borrowed' them from Ryan, his stepdad's garage. When the police check there's none there but Jason claims there were two boxes. His mum suggests that Ryan might have taken them to the match in the car. Crazy Craig's Warehouse reports that they were broken into overnight. Three boxes were stolen with one containing faulty mortar shells that are part of a faulty batch that were due to be returned - they're unstable and could go off at any time. It seems to link with the warning Borough Intelligence had about 'welcoming fans with a bang'. Heaton orders Ryan's car index and description to be sent to Gina so that he can be found on CCTV and the fireworks located sooner rather than later. Gina briefs the officers present to keep their eyes peeled. Ryan sounds like a right prince given he doesn't take his mobile to matches despite his wife being 2 weeks overdue and that he keeps Saturdays for football. And he's an Orient supporter.

Stevie has done her homework on Dennis Turner. He has previous for GBH, Assault with intent to rob, aggravated burglary and more! In a pub near the ground, Turner starts mouthing off about Stevie to Smithy who squares up to him before Wallace makes Turner back off. Wallace tells Smithy that Turner is the ammunition supplier - if he gets the job. Roger is in the same pub to ward off trouble and reminds people it's time to start finishing their drinks so they can get to the game. Turner tells him that he's not ready to leave and squares up to him. Smithy steps in and moves him on before he can start trouble and they head to the game.

In the control room at The Den, Gina and Mel are scrolling through CCTV to try and find Smithy and Ryan. Max moans about the amount of uniform officers swarming around but Gina lays it clear just how dangerous the fireworks are and that the gunpowder in them would be like letting off a bomb in the stadium without the firework even having to be lit. Then there's also the panic and stampede it would cause! Gina's already on edge after the recent bombings and tells him she won't take chances with her officers lives. Roger tells her over the radio that Smithy has left the pub and they locate him, Wallace and Turner on CCTV.

Callum has found Ryan's car and is starting to set up a cordon. The CCTV controller has an idea of where he'd be sitting from that area and starts to scan for him in the crowd. He offers to send stewards in but Neil doesn't want to spook Wallace so they put up a decoy message on the screens and over the tannoy to tell him his wife has gone into labour and to make his way to the hospital. The crowd applaud him as he makes his way to the exit where he's met by police and arrested in the carpark. Gina tells him the message was a ruse and they believe he has fireworks in his car. Ryan frowns and says he hasn't touched a firework since he was a child. Gina warns him that they could evacuate the stadium and perform a controlled explosion of his car if he doesn't tell the truth and he offers to open his boot and show them there's nothing in there. Indeed as they search the car there's nothing in the boot. Suspecting he could have them elsewhere, Gina sends him back to the station to be interviewed.

Ryan makes notes of everything in his interview, intending to sue them. Will points out he has the right to a copy of the tape and has a solicitor who would do it all for him so he doesn't need to write it down. Beth asks about the burglary of Crazy Craig's and where the stolen fireworks are after his stepson removed some from the garage. Suddenly it all makes sense to Ryan and he tells them it's likely the boys father, Travis put him up to it. He has an alibi for the time of the burglary as he was doing an emergency plumbing job and his boss and the customer can prove it. Travis is a known thief and Jason was staying with him the night before. When they return to the front office Jason has gone walkies. His mother admits that Travis has been against Ryan from the start. It's bad enough she left him in the first place but the fact that Travis is a lifelong Millwall supporter and Ryan is a Leyton Orient fan? Sacrilege!

Smithy makes his way to a seat, trying to keep his head down incase anyone recognises him. Wallace introduces him 3 other men around them. Gina is amused to find the previously-against-football Mel watching the game with interest. She's less amused to spot Jason on the CCTV looking into cars in the carpark with a crowbar in hand. Mel heads down to the carpark to frighten the life out the boy.

Unfortunately it turns out that the car is his dad's car and it contains fireworks. Gina shouts to Mel over the radio to get out of the way but one explodes before she can even respond, leaving a horrified Gina staring at the screen with Neil and Max, terrified she's lost another officer. Callum and Ben rush over and find a coughing Mel dragging Jason out of the smoke. "Mel, are you alright?" "Do I look alright? You little brat, what were you thinking?!" she growls at him. Both of them are fine, just sooty and coughing as it appears what went off was a smoke canister and not a firework. Callum asks Gina if she wants him to check if the fireworks are in the boot and she freezes for a few seconds until Callum calls her name, telling him it's too dangerous. They set up a cordon around the car and send Callum to Travis' seat - which they know as he's a season ticket holder - to arrest him and to tell him if he doesn't tell them what's in the car then they'll blow it up.

Wallace takes Smithy and the other boys to a private box to watch the match and meet The Boss. In the chaos of the smoke canister and concern for Mel it's missed by the Sun Hill officers who have no idea where he is.

Gina asks Travis Perkins what's in his car. He doesn't see what the big deal is as 'it's just some fireworks'. Thankfully it's only a few - the rest he has stored at his house. Gina arrests Travis and his son for burglary and returns to the station to sort it out, leaving Callum in charge at The Den. Travis claims it was him who stole the fireworks but none of his fingerprints match those found.

Smithy meets Big Boss who is hiding in a private box with the blinds closed despite the match being on. Smithy asks if they're going to open the blinds. "I'm not here for the game." Thankfully, Smithy has been found on CCTV entering the box and manages to talk Big Boss into opening the blinds enough so he can be seen for a few seconds and then they're closed again. Luckily it's long enough for Neil to locate him and get a picture of Big Boss alongside him.

At the station Gina still looks rattled after a long morning and tells Beth there is a charge to add on for Travis. "Disturbing the peace. Mine in particular." Beth asks her what she wants to do about Jason and Gina snaps. "Why can't someone else take responsibility around here, just for one minute?" She hurries into her office, pushing papers off her desk in anger. She's at the end of her tether and the stuff with Smithy being in unknown danger, the fireworks, what happened to Mel... it's all getting on top of her. She doesn't get a moments peace as straight away, Heaton starts ringing her and asks her to come and see him. She starts to tell him that she can't right that second until he says it's about Smithy and she goes straight up.

Stevie has found out Big Boss is called Darren Cutler and he has form for drug smuggling, manslaughter, armed robbery, kidnap and worse. Gina recognises the name but she can't place it. He's been quiet for 2 years so they need Smithy to work out what he's been up to. Gina has a bad feeling about it and thinks it's too dangerous but Heaton tells her it's not her call and they're not pulling Smithy out.

Mel asks Roger and Tony what Gina's like to work for. Roger says she's firm but fair and the best person to have onside when things kick off. Mel thinks it must be her putting her foot in it as Gina seems changeable with her as 'she was proper narky with me and Beth.' There's one slight problem to Mel's complaint however, as much as Roger and Tony try to tell her. How have the relief not learnt to look behind them when moaning, especially if it's about Gina? 😂😂

Gina follows her through to deal with Jason and his step dad. Jason has to stay to answer a few questions. but the mother goes into labour. Jason worries and blames himself for it as they wait for the ambulance and he confesses it was him who broke in to the warehouse and that his dad was covering for him. Gina worries given the large amount of blood appearing and that they're going to have to take her via the van. Hilary tells Gina that she doesn't feel any pain anymore, just tired. Gina orders her to stay awake, tending to her in the back of the van. Thankfully the baby and mum are all ok. "Ma'am, can I just say...? I think you were brilliant today. Everything went haywire left right and center and you just ploughed on. You're brilliant." Gina swallows. "No I wasn't. I was just doing my job."

Like Gina, Neil recognises Cutler's name but can't place it. Heaton admits he's not concerned about what Cutler's done but what he's about to do, especially as he's been under the radar for two years. Currently there's no obvious Wallace and Cutler link but there must be one somewhere given he's using Wallace to gather the skills. Heaton tells the others Gina wants Smithy right now because it's dangerous and Max insists he won't do that. Neil interrupts after reading Cutler's record insisting Smithy needs to be pulled out immediately. The last stretch in prison that Cutler did coincided with the time that Smithy was in Longmarsh after being set up by Larson. They might not have been on the same wing, but it was known in Longmarsh that Smithy was a police officer. Neil worries it could have been a set up from the beginning though Max and Heaton don't think so. Callum suggests Smithy's the only one who can decide so they should let him know what sort of danger he's in. Stevie suggests she give him a call as his 'girlfriend' and explain as briefly as possible.

Smithy gets himself a coffee as he speaks to Cutler and asks him where he's been as he hasn't heard of him despite Wallace saying he's a big deal. He admits to Smithy that he's been 'on a fact finding tour for the last two years'. He's found suppliers and it can be a very profitable deal for all of them all - if they've got the right skills. He asks Smithy if he's familiar with a mach 10. Cutler tells him it's a pistol and Smithy corrects him at length "and it's more machine gun than pistol." He has his doubts about the quality of the guns. Smithy promises he can do it. "You planning on starting a war or finishing one?" he asks casually. Cutler pauses, watching Smithy before telling him he thinks they've met before. Smithy shrugs, plays it cool and the subject is changed. Cutler tells him he doesn't go to war. The good business is selling to those who are already at war - to both sides if possible. "The Mach 10's are for the street." he realises. "The gangs have the cash to buy Mach 10's." "And the will to use them. It'll be carnage!" Cutler isn't bothered, saying there's always more demand. He needs people who can hold their nerve. Stevie rings. "It's the girlfriend, do you mind?" he asks before Cutler tells him to take it.

Stevie tells him that Cutler was in Longmarsh at the same time Smithy was. She asks if his cover is still solid and he says yes for now. Stevie tells him the Super wants him out incase things get difficult. Smithy plays the call as though Stevie's threatening to break up with him to cover his words, saying he needs her more than ever and she needs him and that he just needs a little more time. Stevie says it can't happen and they're going to nick Cutler after the game once he and Wallace are clear of the ground. Smithy says that's not a good idea and that he can sort it. Stevie tells him it's out of his hands and he sighs and tells 'her' to do whatever she thinks she has to. As he hangs up, Cutler has another moment of deja vu. Smithy asks him if he's been in prison. He admits he was in Longmarsh 2 years ago and that's where they'd met. Cutler isn't satisfied saying it's not a big prison so why is it only now that he's recognising him. Smithy says he was only there for 3 months on a category A remand ring for murder before he was released with all charges dropped. "Did you do it?" "No." "That's funny, I did. I pleaded manslaughter. By the time I got to Longmarsh I was downgraded to a category B." "There you go then." Smithy shrugs. "That explains it, that's why our paths never crossed."

Wallace arrives back in the box, telling Cutler there's more police milling around than usual. Cutler admits he'd rather not have the police see him and Smithy agrees "That makes two of us." He gets an idea of how both of them can get out without getting seen. They pull their hoods up and head towards the toilets. Smithy and Cutler change coats and he slips out to Cutler's car. Callum moves in to arrest him thinking it's Cutler and Smithy tells him quickly to back off incase he's being watched because he knows what he's doing. He drives out the carpark with Callum only able to call it in, Neil sends Stevie over to Smithy's to have it out with him.

Stevie points out how dangerous it is and Smithy insists he'd not have set it up if they'd listened to him. "The answer was no." "Too late now though isn't it!" Smithy shrugs, telling them Cutler has contacts with Russians and possibly Serbians who can get him Mach 10's. "They are military issue and he wants to tell them to the streets." Smithy's linked it in with Carly and says Cutler's the man who sells the guns that kills the Carly Samuel's of this world, only now he wants them to be machine guns!" Stevie tries to calm him down but Smithy won't have any of it. "I didn't ask for any of this!" he insists, saying they came to him to get it done and then he looks into the camera of the CCTV cameras. "You started it, I'm gonna finish it!"

There's a scene cut from this episode where Smithy gets p'd off at the bloke who's potentially going to be supplying the ammunition and to maintain his cover - and to make the blinds move and reveal where he is - he takes him by the throat to shut him up and stop him talking. Although it's cut from this ep - a short clip of it is included in the 'Previously' round up at the start of part 4!

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