I don't know if anyone actually bothers with The Bill anymore, but I've watched a few episode's of it on YouTube and Watch and aw, I forgot how much I loved it. So here I am, writing a fan fiction about it.

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Story Details: Starts from the 2005 Sun Hill Fire Episode, where the van is driven into the station and kills Marilyn, Andrea and Ken. Story ends up being set around the time of the last series.

23rd February 2005, the day of the Sun Hill Fire. I remembered almost every movement I took that day. Sad? Possibly. Weird? Probably. It was a day I couldn't ever forget though.
I'd woke up a bit late, but that was fine seeing's as it was finally my day off. I'd been working on a case at Barton street involving a mentally ill victim that needed Psychological help to give evidence and find the person that had attacked them. It had been a very stressful six days and I'd been working very long hours trying to help this victim, I was glad to have a day off before heading back to the office tomorrow. I had plans to meet my friend Rebecca Smith, whom I'd met through University friends about a year ago. We met at Starbucks in town at one, then strolled around the shops looking for something to wear for her upcoming 23rd birthday party.

We'd been shopping for a good few hours, when Becca's phone went off and she dropped all of her bags in the middle of Topshop and scrambled through her bag to answer it. I watched as she read the name of the person that was calling her. "Phil Hunter?" She raised an eyebrow, then quickly answered. I knew that Phil was a close friend of her family, and worked with her brother, but I'd never met him.. Or her brother. I couldn't put a face to the name, I'd just known that they were officers Sun Hill.. One place of which I hadn't worked yet. I twisted to look at a pair of heels on the shelf behind me, looking for a size to fit me.

"He what?" Becca sounded in shock, but it was probably just one of her friends telling her something that their bloke had done or something usual like that.

I slid my foot out of my ballet pumps and placed the heel on the floor.

"Oh my god. Is he okay?!" Becca cried.

I paused what I was doing and looked at my friend, the panic clear on her face. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and looked at her.

"I'm going straight there!" She said and hung up her phone.

"What's happened?" I questioned.

"There's been a fire at Sun Hill, my brother's been injured." She mumbled, her worriedness clear.

"Oh god.. Is it serious?"

"I don't know... He's at Saint Hughes. I'll have to get a cab there!" She shoved her phone into her pocket and picked up her bags.

I slipped my shoe back on and placed the heel back on the shelf. "Don't be silly, I'll give you a lift!"

"Are you sure?" She asked, as we headed towards the door.

"Of course I'm sure, it's quicker than getting a bloody taxi! Come on!"

We rushed to the car and found ourselves at Saint Hughes within twenty minutes. Rebecca had begged me to go in with her, for moral support in case her brother was in a bad condition. I couldn't say no, and told her to go in and I'd park up then find her. She did as I said.

After driving around for a few minutes, waiting for an available space and getting a ticket, I rushed through the corridors searching for where Becca had said she was headed. Eventually I found my way there, and asked which ward he was on. The nurse pointed me in the right direction, and I went and searched for Becca.

It took a few seconds for me to spot Becca's dark shoulder length hair and bright red shirt, then I made my way over there.

Becca heard me approach and looked over her left shoulder. "Hey." She smiled softly at me, as I moved closer to the bed she was perched on the edge of.

I smiled back at her, and peered around her at her brother. He looked pretty battered. He had wires attached to him, an oxygen mask over his mouth, and plenty of cuts and bruises covering his face and neck. His short brown hair was ruffled and untidy, little bits of rubble still in it. He seemed really fragile, nothing like Becca had ever explained him to be. He looked up at me, then reached up to move his oxygen mask.

"So this is the infamous Roxanne Waters." He breathlessly panted. For some unknown reason, my heart faltered a little as he said my name.

"Dale put your oxygen mask back on! You don't need to speak.." Becca told him.

I giggled and shrugged.

Dale shook his head and put the mask back over his mouth, took a few breaths then removed it again. "I'm fine."

"Dale..." Becca started, but stopped when her brother shot her a glare.

I smiled. "You know, you should listen to your sister. Clearly you're having trouble breathing."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't you start."

Becca and I laughed quietly whilst he took a few more breaths of oxygen.

"I know what you're doing." I told him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh do you now?"

I nodded and sat down on the chair next to the bed. "You're acting strong, like the big-hard-man copper that you are. But you don't realise that you aren't fooling anyone.. Especially not your sister."

He chuckled and took in more oxygen. "So if that was true, how would you know what's going on in my mind?"

"Psychologist." I stated, smirking at him.

He looked at me for a second, his eyes narrowed. After a while he spoke up. "I want you to come and figure me out a bit more.." He mumbled cheekily.

I blinked at him and laughed.

"Uh, Dale! Stop trying to chat up my best mate!" Becca cried.

Dale chuckled, then started to cough uncontrollably, quickly covering his mouth with the oxygen mask, lying back on the bed and taking a few deep breaths.

Becca sighed. "Enough for you Romeo." She teased. "I think it's time you focused on getting better, not trying to get your leg over."

I bit my lip to hold back a laugh.

He lifted the mask away from his mouth a little, "She loved it."

"Since when did you know what I love?" I questioned, teasingly.

He opened his mouth to answer, but started to cough again and put the mask back in place.

"You're encouraging him now, Roxie!" Becca grumbled. "Come on, lets go and get a coffee and let ol' Romeo here have some sleep!"

I got to my feet and smiled at Dale. Becca kissed his cheek, then got up and we headed towards the lift. I couldn't help but look back over my shoulder at the fragile man we had just left. He was watching us walk away, a tired look on his face, but a glint of sadness in his eyes that we were leaving him. I looked away as I caught his eye, feeling bad for leaving him, but I knew Becca wouldn't leave him for long.

I didn't see him again after that day. Becca said he was back on his feet within six weeks, eager to get back to work. That was exactly how I'd expected him to be, from what Becca had told me in the past, and the way he was when I met him. I was glad that he was better and Becca was definitely a lot less tense, which made being around her easier. It was bad enough being with all these tense and panicked people everyday at work, never mind coming back to my best friend being the same.

Dale didn't attend his sister's birthday, as expected, he was working. Becca didn't mind, she was glad to see him happily occupied.

The party was a success, and we managed to get bladdered and carried home, something I hadn't done since my Uni days, but it was well worth the memories. Although the hangover the next day almost had me regretting the sambucca and jaeger bomb filled memories!

Eventually I was quite glad to get back to work. Even though I complained about it often, I did enjoy it at times. I loved doing cases in court where I had to think about what was going through the criminal's head and what had made then committ the crime. I liked all the thinking.. I liked my career.