I don't own the bill sadly. So I've been rewatching a lot of episodes lately and thought I'd give some Bill fanfiction ago. I used to love the show and rewatching episodes just proves to me I still do.

Grace gulped slightly, heading back towards her car quickly, she's seen them throw the tracker out, they must know she's police. As she neared her car, there was the heavy stamp of a boot right behind the click of her heel, she half turned around still running, suddenly on edge.

She managed a quick look at a man swinging something directly at her head before she was hit to the ground, her hands and arms scraping on the sharp gravel leaving small cuts on her skin and indents when the gravel has stuck in. Her world spun and her head ached, but she held on to consciousness, blinking away the blackness threatening to overtake her eyes as she went to grab her ear piece he'd knocked onto the ground beside her with the blow to her head.

Above her, there was a deep chuckle. "We can't have that now, can we?."

She saw him kick it away as the sirens started in the near distance. A kick hit her ribs, knocking her onto her back as she gasped. She blinked slowly and looked up to see a man standing over her, a ski mask covering his face, a gun clenched in his hands, hovering to close for comfort . As she helplessly looked at the offending object offering no defence till back up got there, he bought it down on her head using it to knock her out cold

Then there was nothing.

"She's in the van" Neil could barely speak but managed to get the desperate words through the radio in a last hope that they'd be able to get to her out before the van left. Max may be a prick but he was right earlier the place was surrounded, he hadn't seen a situation where they could get out without being stopped but now she was in there, now they had her. He could imagine a million ways, now he could forsee too many ways they could take her.

Still he carried on watching the situation playing out, the van containing his Grace taking sharp turns, which all made him hold his breath before heading to the exit. His breath caught in his throat as he watched it go straight on rather than turn to the exit.

The car dived into the wall to avoid the police cars at the entrance and exit ways of the building, it smashed through the wall which crumbled easily underneath the vehicle's crippling weight. He closed his eyes, knowing with all the precautions that had failed him that this was something terrible, something horrible and nasty that wouldn't be resolved with a few easy explanations. Not with a quick car chase, he knew that much. If they were willing to drive into a wall to escape, the chase would get to dangerous even to recover an abducted detective, and it would be stopped.

He took a shaky breath as images of Grace being hit to the floor, her defenceless stance as a gun was bought down on her head whilst she lay there, her being slumped over the masked man's shoulder thrown in a van, and then finally the van driving away invaded his mind.

A hand on his shoulder bought him out his trance, Jo stood behind him her face sharing his look of terror for Grace. She took a second to compose herself watching the officers scramble round on the screens in front of them.

"We'll get her back," She said confidently starting to shout orders into her radio hoping someone would still be able to catch the van and by extension Grace.

"This is now a double kidnapping one of which being Grace's," half the station was inside CID listening to the briefing. Whilst Grace was quiet she was liked by everyone in the station and they did not take kindly to anyone hurting her.

"Why did they take Grace though? They haven't taken any one else in any of the other cases?" Stevie questioned still reading through the briefing notes to catch up with the case having only just been bought in.

"We think they found the tracker in the money," Terry supplied sending a quick glare to Max who for a change actually looked like he felt slightly guilty. He'd pushed Grace into getting closer and closer to the van which eventually meant she couldn't get away from them fast enough.

"Found the van abandoned," Smithy barged through the door with the new information and the room suddenly went into action. Everyone going to do whatever would help get Grace back fastest , by any means.

Neil stood motionless, his eyes locked on the empty seat where she should be. He stared out his office across to her desk, his mind clouded with regret .

She'd sat there for years, right across the room from him. He'd taken her for granted; acting as though she'd always be there, that there would be more time. Just like he has been for weeks now letting Max stomp all over her because he was to busy dealing with Jake's diagnosis and letting her be fed to the wolves, even if in this case the wolves were Max. He was much worse really.

The van had been torched, by the time they got there it was completely burnt out. If there was any evidence it was long gone along with any sign of Grace.

They'd run out of leads and had come back to the station to try and find some fresh ones. They were all pretty much out though, they could only sit and hope for forensics or go through traffic cams hoping to catch a glimpse of the kidnappers whilst they waited for a call from them. Would they want money for her? Surely they knew the police force wouldn't part with too much if any. He knew her family had some money but she didn't speak about them much so if they'd pay any hostage was another matter, he would though. All the money he had, but he didn't think they took her for money.

They did take the rest for money of course, but she was a detective not a business leader like the others. This was to prove a point, they wanted to outsmart the police. They'd done just that already, they had her. Neil was worried that they'd hurt her purely to prove a point, kill her to show they're better than the police. A million worse case scenarios ran through his head and it took all he had to block it out.

But as soon as he'd sat down at his desk he hadn't been able to keep his eyes away from her vacant desk and the horrifying thought of what could be happening to her. It was getting late, she'd be with them overnight, her being gone more than a day would really make this real and scary. He knew even she must be scared despite the mask she put up he knew underneath she was very sensitive but was just able to hide her emotions well. This must be testing her though, god knows what was happening.

Neil groaned in frustration, tearing his eyes away and standing so fast his chair nearly toppled onto its side. Walking over to look out the window he looked at the buildings of London around him. She could be anywhere here, it was too big to search. Where the hell was she?

"I'll find you Grace"

"Just hold on Grace . I'm coming."

Jo stood from her desk, walking over to the anxious inspector , a folder clutched in her hands. She stopped in front of him, peering over his shoulder and looking out at the city as she passed him the folder "We're gonna find her," Jo said quietly before walking back to sit at 'her' desk.

Neil gripped the file and walked out of the room, leaving Jo without reply . He knew what would be in the file, he'd read it ten times, practically knew it like a script. He didn't need the file to tell him what he already knew. These guys were escalating rapidly but they still had no leads to find them.

Every officer in the nick was chasing down absolutely any leads, talking to their informants, putting the word out there on the streets. It was just a matter of waiting for someone to come up with something. But he couldn't just sit there while Grace was in trouble. He couldn't just wait. He wanted to do something.

He couldn't fail her again.

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