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Baby?

Molly glanced across at Alex as she started shoving school books in her bag. Her mum didn't look too great but then at 38 her mum had been through more than most women her age she reasoned. Sighing heavily she remembered vaguely the arguments her parents had, the screaming, her four years old hiding in the cupboard under the stairs and the terrified 999 call she had made to the police. Her stomach churned as she remembered her five year old self calling the police and the kind lady on the phone talking to her.

"Please come to my house and take daddy away. His name is Pete and he's hitting my mummy. I think he's going to make her dead."

She shook her head, remembering. Then there had been the move to Fenton and her godfather, Evan's betrayal. Her own abduction, uncle Sam's car accident, her mum's brain injury and coma, Gene adopting her and Ruby being born. Now a new baby was due. Molly sighed, it wasn't just her that had been through the mill. She felt twenty years older than fourteen sometimes.

"Molls, are you with us?"

"Oh Mum. Sorry. I was miles away."

"The boys are here. Are you ready?"

"Wes and Nick!" She was dragged from her thoughts into the present day. "Mum are you ok?"

"Yes. I'm fine. Go to school." She ushered her oldest child out of the house to her two friends waiting on the doorstep. "Behave you three!"

"Always, Mrs H. Always!" Wes laughed as the Three Amigos as Gene dubbed them headed towards school. Alex smiled, her baby due any day she knew she should be enjoying maternity leave, but with Gene in work, Ruby in preschool and Molly in high school she was board. She missed Fenchurch East CID.

Xxxxxxx

"Ray!" Annie yelled across the office. "Have you seen the file on the Mortimer Road robbery?"

"Guv's desk." Ray shrugged his shoulders as they both looked to where Gene was pacing the office. He was clearly in the phone and obviously less than happy. Seconds later the door slammed open. Shaz closed her eyes.

"Where's Tyler?" Gene yelled.

"Which one?" Annie asked innocently. Gene rolled his eyes. Annie had never been afraid to stand up to him. As Alex's oldest and closest friend he knew he had a lot to thank the pretty brunette for.

"Yer usband."

"Front desk with Viv."

"Get him up ere."

"Yes Guv." Annie frowned. Something was very wrong. "What's wrong?"

"Tell Ethel to get up ere." Gene repeated. The door slammed open as Gene spoke. All eyes fell on Sam.

"What? What is it?"

"Evans is out."

"Excuse me?"

"What? When?" Ray barked.

"Two hours ago. Made bail." Gene snapped. "First thing e did was email me."

"He's dangerous. No way e should be out." Chris joined in the conversation.

"Bloody Nora, Christopher! You noticed. Sam check your email." Sam frowned, walking to his desk as Annie checked her own. She swore profusely.

"Exactly Annie, Luv." Gene's voice softened. The same email had been sent to the whole team. Sam glared at it before reading it out loud.

"Detective Chief Inspector Eugene Hunt, Detective Inspector Samuel James Tyler, Detective Constable Sharon Grainger. RIP. I'm watching you."

"I'll get the IP address." Shaz ignored the fact her name was in print in front of her. Chris felt the colour drain from his own as Ray ranted and raved. Evans was out and the forger turned killer wanted revenge. Sam walked towards Gene.

"Gene."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Gene asked.

"Call Alex. Best way to get to us is through the people we care about. Alex, Annie and Chris." Gene nodded.

"I tried. No answer." Gene stated as Sam pulled his jacket back on. "Bolls ain't answering."

"Cmon." Sam and Gene headed out the office wondering what they would find, Gene terrified his nightmares were coming true.

Xxxxx

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