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forensicated · 10 months ago

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Information about The Bill for use in fan fictions or anything similar. (aka: how I found out there's a character limit on Tumblr) This will be edited, please feel free to comment anything you want adding or editing.

Part 2

Nicknames for the police/officers:

The Old Bill, Bizzies (busybodies or 'too busy to help'), Feds, Bluebottles, Coppers, Bobbies, Rozzers, Peelers, The Filth, The Fuzz, Dibble (Officer Dibble from Top Cat), Pigs, Plod, Plonk (Person Of Limited Or No Knowledge), The Thin Blue Line, Bacon ("Can you smell bacon?") "The Babylon" (Jamican slang), Boys In Blue, Hawaii 5-O, Woody/Woodentops, The Scum, PoPo, The Law, Gammon.

In the earlier series, CID would refer to Uniform as Woodentops and Woodentops would refer to CID as Superstars.

Community Support Officers: CHIMPS (Completely Hopeless In Most Policing Situations), Hobby Bobby, Plastic Policeman,

Police Lingo, acronyms and abbreviations

ABE: Achieving Best Evidence - recording a victim of serious sexual assault on video for their first statement so it can be played in court to show how they were/the state they were in and try and limit the victim having to be there in person/cross examined etc.

ABH: Actual Bodily Harm

AMIP: Area Major Incident Pool (now Specialist Crime And Operations)

ANPR: Automatic Numberplate Recognition

AP: Agrieved Person - Victim

ARV: Armed Response Vehicle

ASBO: Antisocial Behaviour Order.

ASNT: Area Searched No Trace.

ASP: Baton

Big Red Key: The enforcer

BIU: Borough Intelligence Unit - this is where they could check facial recognition, check through CCTV and use the computers to check for suspects and find out peoples backgrounds.

BLO: Borough Liaison Officer

Blues and twos: Lights/Sirens on police cars

CAD: Computer Aided Dispatch

CIB: Complaints Investigation Bureau, later DPS (Directorate Of Professional Standards)

CID: Criminal Investigation Department

CIM: Critical Incident Manager - Inspector usually who oversees all the big jobs and makes decisions to keep things rolling smoothly rather than lots of chiefs making conflicting decisions.

Civvies (normal civilian clothes - ie a PC changing for an obbo)

CO19 (Used to be SO19 - armed officers. Smithy and Max used to be CO19 officers.) Apparently now MO19!

Code 11: Off Duty

CPS: Crown Prosecution Service

CPT: Child Protection Team

Crimint: Criminal Intelligence

CRIS: Crime Report Information System

CS Spray: Sprayed at criminal resisting arrest. Temporarily makes them unable to see properly and irritates their respiratory system. to enable them to be arrested. Sometimes now called PAVA spray.

CSE: Crime Scene Examiner (was SOCO- Scenes Of Crime Officer)

CSU: Community Support/Safety Unit Now joined with DVU and called SODAIT - Sexual Offences And Domestic Abuse Investigation Team

CLO: Community Liaison Officer

D&D: Drunk And Disorderly.

DVU: Domestic Violence unit. See CSU.

ETA: Expected Time Of Arrival "ETA, 5 minutes."

FATAC: Fatal Accident

Fence: Someone who buys and sells stolen goods

FED REP: Federation Representatives. Officers trained to support officers who are accused of crimes or otherwise want to take the service/bosses on.

FIU: Financial Investigation Unit

FLO: Family Liaison Officer (supports the family members/person who is going through a horrendous time. IE: Jim when Eva's daughter when missing and Smithy to Leanne Samuels when her daughter Carly was murdered)

FME: Force/Forensic Medical Examiner (Police doctor who reviews and treats criminals (and occasionally injured staff) who have gotten hurt, have complex medical issues or who need medication)

FPN: Fixed Penalty Notice - an on the spot fine.

GBH: Grievous Bodily Harm

Grass: informing on someone who has done a crime. Handling: someone who has accepted/bought stolen items either knowingly or unknowingly dependant on circumstances.

IBO: Used in later years instead of the CAD room, the Integrated Borough Operations handled non emergency telephone calls, CCTV viewing, contacting officers and similar. The CAD room was not needed as emergency calls were answered at Scotland Yard or Hendon and then sent to the relevant IBO Operator for the borough (which would be at Bow Central Communications Command) who would then send it to Sun Hill's IBO so all information can be relayed to the officers attending. Much like CAD, the IBO has a Sgt and PC's who would monitor the CCTV and IBO computers and assign officers to calls.

IC1-6 This is how the officers described skintones when searching for suspects/victims/witnesses.IC1 is White skinned european. IC2 is Dark Skinned European. IC3 is Afro Caribbean appearance, IC4 is Asian appearance (Indian Pakistani or Bangladeshi), IC5 is Chinese or Japanese appearance and IC6 is Arabian/Egyptian appearance.

Index: Vehicle registration - spelt out phonetically

India 99: Police helicopter.

IRB: Incident Report Book (Notebook) apparently now it's a force/work phone!

IRV: Incident Response Vehicle

LIO: Local Intelligence Officer

LEO: Local Enforcement Officer

LOS: Lost or Stolen

Misper: Missing Person

MIT: Major Incident Team (Used to be Murder Investigation Team)

MP: Met Police Information Room (Scotland Yard)

NCPA: No Cause For Police Action

NCS: National Crime Squad

NFA: No Further Action

NOIP: Notice Of Intended Prosecution. You're not arrested but the police are coming to take you to court soon.

Nonce: Sexual Offender - most used for Paedophiles.

OBBO: Observation - Keeping watch on suspects

OP: Observation Point

PACE: Police And Criminal Evidence Act - The police are bound to act by all rules, objectives and codes of conduct of this act of parliament in every part of their work.

PANDA: Normal police car that's not used for pursuing other cars. That's generally left to the Area Car or an IRV.

Pimp - someone who takes money from a woman on the sex trade. Also known as living off immoral earnings.

PIT: Precision Immobilisation Technique Manoeuvre (usually they try using a stinger to burst the tiers of a car thats speeding away from the police but it's not always possible. Where the road is wide enough and no one will become endangered by it,advanced drivers who are TPAC trained can do a manoeuvre to the car they're chasing and put it into spin to stop it. It CANNOT be done to busses/trucks/motorcycles etc and it's advised to not do it to a car you fear may be carrying armed occupants but to be honest it's not a massively used thing in the UK.)

PNC: Police National Computer = Real time checks on criminal records, outstanding warrants, missing and wanted people, registration checks etc.

PolAc: Police Accident (Ie car crash or hitting a pedestrian etc when it's a police officer involved)

PR: Officers police radio.

Refs: Refreshments/break time

Ringer - A vehicle that has been made up of parts of other cars or identity changed. Sometimes called a Cut n Shut.

RJ: Restorative Justice - a criminal doing something instead of being cautioned/imprisoned - like painting over their graffiti with a new coat of paint.

RTA/C: Road Traffic Accident/Collision

Rule 43 (Now 45): Vulnerable Prisoners in a prison. Smithy endured bullying to avoid being put in this as it means segregation and would bring him more attention and also a lot of isolation. This is for prisoners who are sex offenders, mentally ill, have a target on their back for grassing or being a convicted police/prison officer etc.

RUI: Released Under Investigation - bailed but the case is still being investigated and can be rearrested at any moment. The police hate this but the government have got touchy over bailing people.

Section 59 - Anti Social Behaviour Vehicle Seizure - you've kept driving like a prat so they're taking your car.

Section 165 - Seizing a car for no insurance. Most likely to be crushed.

Shout: A call out/incident communicated over the radio.

Sierra Oscar: Sun Hill Station Call Sign

Snout: Registered informant who gets paid for giving info. NNo sometimes CHIS - Covert Human Intelligence Source or Informant.

SO10: Now Covert Operations - Undercover Policing - can be long term and go really deep undercover. Stevie used to be in this dept. Now includes Counter Terrorism.

SOCA: Serious And Organised Crime Agency

SOPO: Sex Offenders Prevention Order (useless essentially!)

SOR - Sex Offenders Register

Stretch: Prison sentence.

TIU: Telecoms Investigation/Intelligence Unit

TOA: Time Of Arrival "Show me TOA 13.23"

Tom: Prostitute

TPAC Tactical Pursuit And Containment - trained officers who bring vehicles to a stop - like boxing cars in etc.

Trojan Unit: Armed Police

TSG: Territorial Support Group

TWOC: Taking a car without owners consent

VIN: Vehicle Identification Number

VRN: Vehicle Registration Number

Phonetic Alphabet Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel, India, Juliet, Kilo, Lima, Mike, November, Oscar, Papa, Quebeck, Romeo, Sierra, Tango, Uniform, Victor, Whiskey, Xray, Yankee, Zulu.

Areas Of Sun Hill/Canley Wharfs/Docks Jubilee Wharf, India Wharf, Limeharbour Dock, Sussex Wharf, Limeharbour Dock, Sussex Wharf, Old Jubilee Dock & Boatyard, Masters Wharf, Dockland Pier, Skippers Wharf

Council Estates Aldbourne, Bronte, Abelarde, Antrim Green, Canley, Farley, Parkmead, Jasmine Allen, Coal Lane, Cockcroft, Whitegate, Hardie, Larkmead, Tankeray, Copthorne, Netherlake,

[The earlier series had Riverdale Estate and one of the blocks was called Elizabeth Garret Anderson]

Other Stations Barton Street (Sierra Bravo) , Spicer Street, Putney Green, Stafford Row (Sierra Charlie), Tottenham (Echo Oscar) Diplomatic Protection (Delta Papa)

[Tower Wharf mentioned in series 2]

Industrial Estates

Cheetham Road Industrial Estate

Streets Trafford Way, Loftus Road, Leermont Road, Gatley Street, Purchase Road (Red light district), Brands Square, Jamaica Lane, Larkway Street, Godwick Street, Sun Hill Road, Shadwell Street, Harlow Street, Dunsford Street, Brown Square, Victoria Road, Dorral Road, Alforn Street, Mallan Street, Ashon Street, Brim Road, Rudcus Street, Cheetam Road, Cheetham Side, Jessop Street, Halpern Street, Tallow Street, Hoxton Road, Backhouse Street/Lane, Mournemouth Street/Avenue, Rudkin Road, Bagford Street, Brunell Avenue, Askill Road, Limefield Walk, Railton Street, Canley High Street, Ida Lane, Tubbs Lane, Claydon Street, Woodley Heath Road, Ballina Road, Starkwater Road, Calico Street, Tedder Street, Greenroad Way, Greaton Road, Mooreland Road, Ibbot Street, Rudleigh Road, Westway, Abbey Road, Broom Lane, Foundry Way, Humber Street, Muston Street, Valance Street

Prisons Longmarsh

Hospitals St Hughs

Schools

Cheetam Primary/Junior School, Shad Thames Infants School, Elcott Primary,

Canley Comprehensive, Harvey Wallace Comp, Deansgate Comprehensive, Cheetam Bank,

Pubs

Canley Arms, Askill Arms, Rose And Crown, The Green Archer, The Bears Head, The Elcott Arms, The Seven Bells, The White Swan, The Scales, The Grape And Bottle, The Dog And Gun, The Pikes Head, The Thames Tavern, The Pikes Head, The Tully Arms, The Boat Inn, The Tug, The Emma Hamilton, The Cock And Crown, The Sultan. Lord Banbury

Misc

North Canley Sports Center, Canley Fields, City Farm, St Ann's Church, Cheetham Community Support Center,

Earlier series

Miskin Manor High School (mentioned series 5)

Bob Cryer's youngest son attends Medway Comprehensive.

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luckyluan · 11 months ago

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Mr. + Mr. Sharpe, "The Anniversary." Pt. II

JAN 14, 2024 - 9:43PM

Maxim aimed the narrow barrel of his Glock at the forehead of the man he loved; and his right index finger knocked against the crescent shaped trigger. Tears blurred his vision as he stared at his fiancé. Antwan was stood rigid on the opposite side of their rectangular, oakwood table. Tendrils of steam floated into their shared air from the decadent dishes positioned on the table. Antwan’s thick waistline was the only thing holding a red dish of glazed carrots on the table but he did not move. He aimed his gun at his fiancé, Maxim and his hand did not shake. Where Maxim usually found a charitable warmth and tenderness was now a steel wall of precision. Maxim knew his soon to be husband. If Antwan fired his gun, he would not missed. He needed to think. He needed time.

“Baby,” Maxim began in a whisper. “Listen to me. I know what you think. I know what’s going through your head, but this is not what it looks like.”

Antwan said nothing.

“Talk to me, Twan. Please. Baby, it’s our anniversary.”

Beads of sweat rolled over Maxim’s temple, down his cheeks and disappeared into the gray patch of his long beard. He’d spent almost an hour getting ready before he’d found a listening device attached to his tieclip. He’d quickly grabbed the gun he keeps under their shared bathroom sink and slunk quietly down the wooden stairs. Maxim had tucked his gun into the waistline of his pants at the last second before rounding the bend in the stairs. This was not the vision he’d had for tonight. Someone had set them up.

“You know I would never do this. I brought this to you so we could figure it out together. They—whoever is behind this—is counting on your training to end this quickly and quietly. I’m your man, Twan. Give me a chance.” Maxim finished.

Antwan’s trigger finger trembled lightly as it carressed the crescent shaped trigger. Maxim watched as his eyes glazed over with tears. Antwan’s broad, muscled arm dipped slightly toward the table.

“I want to.” Antwan breathed. “I can’t let my guard down, Max. Not again.”

“What can I do right now to show you that you can trust me?” Maxim asked quickly.

“Put. Your gun. Down. Slowly.” Antwan said through his teeth.

Maxim slowly lowered his trembling hand to the table until the cool metal clanked quietly against the polished wood. He slid his fingers free of the hilt, which thudded bluntly to the table, and raised his hands, slowly over his head. Antwan’s cold, tear-filled glare followed Maxim’s movements like a serpent readying for offense. He softened only after Maxim’s large, nimble fingers were threaded through the dark auburn curls of his afro.

“See, baby, I’m on your side. I’ve been on your side.” Maxim cooed. “Let’s talk. Your table. Your rules.”

Antwan tapped his gun at the tabletop and Maxim lowered himself into his chair and pushed it closer to the table. His knees scraped against the low wooden surface as his long legs shifted restlessly. Maxim slowly placed his palms face down on the table.

“Why do you have a wire in our house?” Antwan breathed.

“I don’t have a wire—I mean its in my hand but it’s not my wire, Antwan.” Maxim stumbled.

“Then whose is it, negro?” Antwan chided.

“I don’t know! I found the wire. I came downstairs to tell you!”

“Why did you have your gun?” Antwan continued.

“We always carry guns, Twan. Be for real! It’s what we do!” Maxim raised his voice.

His temper began to rise but knew it would be of no use if he wished to deescalate with his fierce minded fiancé. He bit down on his bottom lip.

“I need you to make a choice right now. Do you trust me or not? Cause if you don’t, baby, you’re gonna have to shoot me.” Maxim shot at him.

Antwan removed the safety from his gun.

“Okay, okay, bad idea.” Maxim acquiesced. “but you know me, Antwan. I came to you! I gave you all my secrets years ago. I hide nothing from you. You know more about me than anyone else on this planet. Isn’t that worth something?”

Antwan slowly lowered his gun and dropped into his dinner chair.

“Talk.” He said.

“This was already attached to the tie clip I was going to wear tonight!” Maxim launched into his explanation. “I swear I could feel the mic on the back of the steel. I don’t know who put it there. I don’t know what’s going on, but we need to figure this out together because whoever put it there definitely placed more than one.”

Maxim’s chest heaved up and down as he drew a shaking breath. He hadn’t taken a single breath when she spoke. He knew he did not have that much time to explain.

“Who?” Antwan asked.

“I don’t have any contracts out. I’m retired. I’m a full time you-know-what now! You’re the one stil doing Killjoy field work.”

“I’m training.” Antwan said. “My killjoy days are behind me. All I do now is give orders and file paperwork. All my contracts are closed.”

“Then its somebody new.” Maxim offered quickly.

His eyes darted to the shaded window as a two dark figures ran past the curtains.

“We need to move.” Maxim mouthed.

Without second thought, Antwan’s eyes moved to the dancing shadows as a small object sailed through the giant window and landed on the floor.

“Dive!” Antwan shouted as he dove sideways over the kitchen island.

Maxim landed next to him behind the kitchen counters as the smoke bomb turned their dining room into a cloud of impenetrable smoke.

“Told you.” Maxim whispered with a smile.

“We’re not done.” Antwan said.

There was a glint of a laugh in his eyes before he turned his shrewed eye to the white smoke wafting from their dinner table. Maxim reached into the nearest beige cabinet and pulled a belt of weapons out from behind a row of canned goods. He strapped the belt to his chest and removed two handguns and bullet clips. He glanced at Antwan who was looking at him incredulously.

“What?” Maxim asked.

“Nigga, our children play in that cabinet.” Antwan rolled his eyes.

“They also use to play in the bottom drawer of our dresser but they’ve never found the weapons we hide in there.” Maxim wagged his brow.

“I genuinely hate you.” Antwan goaded.

“Love you too, baby.” Maxim kissed his cheek as he removed the safety from his guns. “Let’s kick some ass.”

Maxim and Antwan launched themselves from behind the counter and into the smoke. Rounds of shots filled the air as they sprayed the house with bullets. They stood back to back as they turned in a tight circle observing the eerie silence that filled the whispering air.

“Clear?” Maxim asked.

“Clear.” Antwan confirmed.

“Happy Anniversary, baby.” Maxim proclaimed.

He laced his arms around Antwan’s thick waist and pull him into a tight embrace. Maxim pressed his lips to Antwan’s forehead and then his lips. Antwan softened as the seconds stretched out in their romance. He pulled away abruptly.

“We have to move.” He said.

“You get the case. I’ll get the bags.”

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