Another week, here we go.Not that Sandra didn't like her job- Christ, those dinosaurs could be irritating and disobeying a lot of the time- but she loved it. She loved how close the unit was; it felt like a family she'd never had. Well, how could she have, with a dad who topped himself when she was 14 and a mother who had lied ever since? She trusted her boys with almost anything, which is saying a lot coming from a certain superintendent. Not that she'd ever say as much- they'd think she was going soft and the next minute she'd have Gerry trying to get away with murder and Brian handing out all sorts of self-help guides and pregnancy tests. It was just the Monday mornings. Cliché, she knew, but her regular morning commute always seemed a more stressful at the beginning of a new week. Firstly, there was the HUGE regret of a) finally going to sleep in the early morning hours after just-one-more glass of wine and b) not having a shower the night before. The traffic seemed to double in number and half in speed on her journey into UCOS, the busy London roads streaming with dozy drivers, wishing they too had taken up public transport.

After aggressively explaining- in a one word and two fingered salute- to the driver in front of her about the ways of the road and how it had actually been her turn to move into the narrowing line of traffic, Sandra sighed and pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, anchoring her blonde locks out of her face. That was another thing about early mornings, especially in the nearing winter- the blinding sunlight of the late rising sun that catches her eyes just below the sunshield. She looked around on the quiet street, and quickly glanced back to the hedges she'd just skimmed past. Odd.She thought, almost sure she'd just seen a figure there. But hey, the flood of vehicles was eventually moving so she pressed on.

It wasn't until she was indicating to turn into the New Scotland Yard car park that she noticed the same kind of vision again. She recognised more this time, and saw enough to register a dark blur fold around the corner into a muddle of foreign students, and then disappear into thin air.

Nah,she thought, not believing for a minute that that was the same person she'd seen about 15 minutes ago. And anyway, who's to say the first sighting was a person? God knows that sun is blinding and realised, as she blinked again into the sky, that after looking at something so bright, dark figures were often replicated, as she now saw one dance across a cloud overhead. She chuckled to herself, reminded of the population of Britain's capital, and walked into the UCOS office with a smile on her face.

"Morning!" She gleamed, surprised to be the last one in the team to arrive, and yet she was still 10 minutes early.

"Morning," Gerry replied with a mixed smile of being glad to see her, but still a little under-the-weather of the Monday's madness.

"Tea?" Jack offered and Sandra nodded gratefully.

"Brian?" She queried over to the puzzled face, hunched over a keyboard.

"Ah, morning Sandra." He briefly looked up and then returned to the illuminated screen in front of him.

Once the beverages and dwindling slection of biscuits were set out, everyone gathered to the sofa at the front as Sandra stuck photos onto the board and printed names to various faces in black ink.

"Jane Knight" Sandra began, as usual, starting with the main reason they were all there and the main reason for uncovering the truth- the victim. "25 years old, found strangled in her flat in South Ealing." She continued, as her team looked through the case files they'd each been handed. "There was no DNA found at the flat, apart from her close family members, who had all obviously been in and around the flat so no new leads there." Sandra knew the possibility of Jane's killer being a close relative but the findings gave no new bearing to the case.

"She worked as a vet?" Jack asked, looking over the notes. "She wasn't that old."

Sandra nodded, with a grim face, "Yeah, newly qualified." Sandra thought of all the work and effort that Jane would have done with the intention of helping others for the rest of her career, only to be killed before she got the chance. "At the time, friends said she was a bit of a workaholic and didn't have much of a social life."

"That's what they think," Gerry pointed out. He was right- it was only one perspective on the girl.

"The case didn't get very far at the time and spoke only to the boyfriend, a Jason Small" Sandra wrote on the board as she explained. "We'll need to speak to the parents, obviously and try and track down any old friends."

"And colleagues." Brian chirped in, thinking about Jane's promising career.

Sandra nodded. "There wasn't much found out about her at the time. No suspects in the way of friends but now there's this-" Sandra began as she put up a photo.

"Jane's mother, Beth Cann, was clearing out some old furniture and found this taped to the bottom underside of a drawer." As she tapped the photo of a note with a number on it.

"Dan 07293781219" Jack read and took note of the hearts at the bottom.

"Her mother is sure this must have something to with it." Sandra explained.

"Why?" Gerry was quick to ask and Sandra volleyed an answer back.

"Because she recognised the paper from a notebook Jane used in the surgery, tha was bought for her less than a month before she died. And she'd never head of this Dan."

The room fell silent for a moment before Sandra picked the team back up.

"So, Jack and Brian, go to the vets and ask about Jane. Gerry you're with me." She flashed a smile and walked over to place her cup down.

"Okay, Guv'. I'm going to the loo first though." And he walked off towards the mens'.

Washing his hands, Gerry looked up to the mirror whistling contently, seeing as there was nobody else around. He reached for his pocket, realising he'd left his phone on the top of the windowsill, as to not lose it completely down the urinal. Spinning around to grab it, he noticed a piece of paper on the tiles, a series of numbers scribbled in a wobble on the scrap. It wasn't until he'd straightened up that he understood it as a mobile number. But not just anyone's. Sandra's.