A/N: Hello there New tricks fan. I was given the word that the show will continue for at least for another two years. YEAH…..hope I get to see them as you all do.

Here I am with another angst-filled fic. Man I love those…..anyway, hope you enjoy….Oh one more thing I am a BIG fan of happy endings.

Chapter One

Gerry's Flat
2 a.m. Saturday Morning

His cell phone rings and it wakes him from a sound sleep. "Bollocks," he bellows as he fumbles for the phone that keeps ringing. "Finally," he says as he removes it from the table beside the bed. "What!" He rolls his eyes, "I mean hello."

"Gerry, its Sandra."

"Sandra," he frowns, "You have any idea what time it is?" He has to look at the clock because he has no idea what time it is.

"Yes, No, I'm sorry. Could I….I mean," he can hear her sniffle.

He sits up in the bed as he flips on the light, "Sandra, what's the matter, where are you?"

"I….I'm sitting in my car, outside your flat."

"Outside, in your car? Why? What's happened?"

I'm not really sure."

He frowns as he removes the phone from his ear, she's not sure? Is she drunk? He shakes his head to remove the thought. Nah, she did say she had a date tonight, with that bloke, John McAdam's. Or, should I say Commander McAdam's, "I'll be right down, or would you rather just come up."

"Can you come down?" Once again, he can hear her sniffle.

"Sure."

"Gerry," she speaks his name faintly as he attempts to close the phone.

"I'm here, Sandra, I'm here."

"Don't hang up the phone." He shrugs his shoulders as he removes himself from his bed, slipping into a pair of wore out jeans and a blue t-shirt. "Gerry."

"Yes Sandra," he raises his voice to be certain that she can hear him. "I'm opening the door now."

The window to the driver's side of the car is open and the sight of her is a bit of shock, her eyes are red from crying and he can see a bruise just starting to develop on the side of her face. He opens the door as she turns her face away. Lightly he takes a hold of her arm to assist her in exiting the vehicle. "My God Sandra, what the hell happened?"

She looks down and he follows her gaze, one of her shoes is missing. She raises her head and speaks softly, they are less then three inches from one another and he can smell the faint odor of alcohol, not overpowering but she has had a few. "As I said before, I'm not really sure."

Rather then continuing to interrogate her on the sidewalk, he escorts her upstairs. Once inside his flat he asks again, "Sandra," he speaks her name softly. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

She places her shaking hands into the pockets of her jacket, "Gerry drink, please."

"Whisky alright?"

"Perfect."

He hands her a small glass filled to the rim. She takes the glass from him and takes a short sip, then immediately sets it on the table. She can feel him staring. Hell why wouldn't he? I woke up the poor fellow in the middle of the night. She looks up and the concern on his face is comforting. He looks pretty good for someone who just woke up, she chuckles softly to herself.

She picks up the whisky filled glass and takes another short sip, she then takes a seat on the couch; keeping her head down she speaks the name, "John McAdam's." She hears a slight gasp, "You know Gerry," she lifts her head to meet his gaze. "I always prided myself in believing that I could take care of myself, but he was so strong." She lightly pats the side of her face, "He had me on the floor before I could even object to his advances." The tears return to her eyes, she wipes them away trying her best not to cry. Gerry sits beside her on the couch and quickly but gently places his arm around her shoulder. He sits back and she falls in place. She snuggles in feeling safe and secure. She continues her tale. "I had a few drinks at dinner and a few after dinner," she pauses for a moment shaking her head, still in disbelief of the events of this evening, "At ah, at his place. The evening was going along great, we talked and laughed, it was very nice then all of a sudden, he seemed to change. It happened so fast," she sits up removing herself from his grasp. "He became demanding and scary, it was as if his brain turned a knob, ok now I have you exactly where I want you and you are mine." She sits back and he places his arm once again around her shoulder, squeezing her ever so gently. She takes a quick glance up and he is facing forward. "He hit me when I was on the floor, I tried to fight back but he was too strong."

Sandra begins to cry, Gerry squeezes her ever so gently, he speaks for the first time, "How did you get away?"

"His phone rang and when he looked up he let go of my arms, I pushed him off and ran out the door. I guess I left my shoe behind."

"You have to report this, Sandra." He says sternly.

"No!" she exclaims as she sits up, "I can't," she stands and turns to face him. "If I report this I'll lose everything." He remains sitting looking up at her, mostly to give her the feeling of superiority, "Everything I've worked for," she shakes her head, "No Gerry."

"Everything? As in your job." He says the word sarcastically.

"Yeah well what the hell else do I have Gerry, huh? I'm not exactly young anymore, well," she takes a quick sip of whisky, "Younger than you anyway."

He shakes his head as he smirks, he wants to comment on the remark but in reality, she is right. He stands, "I'm calling this in."

She grabs a hold of his arm, "Don't Gerry, not yet, I don't have any proof." He turns to face her, "It's his word against mine."

"This isn't the sixties Sandra," he fixes his eyes on her scanning her from head to toe, "I mean look at you."

"Yes and he could say that I became violent due to my consumption of alcohol and I attacked him first. Who out of the two of us has a better record, huh?" She rubs her eyes, "I shouldn't have driven there."

He frowns, "You mean that son of a bitch asked you to pick him up?"

She nods her head, "Yes, he said his car was in repair."

Gerry runs his fingers through his mused up hair as he resumes his place on the couch, "So," he shrugs his shoulders, "We just forget about this," he shakes his head, "I can't."

"Don't do anything foolish, or heroic, Gerry. That man has the power to put your balls in a sling and toss them into the river."

Gerry crosses his arms as he sits back on the couch, "I'm not afraid of him, Sandra," he says defiantly, almost child like.

"I didn't say you were." She expels a long breath as she resumes her spot on the couch next to him, lifting her gaze to the ceiling. "I think I came here so you would go and beat the shit out of him. But we have to be smart about this." She sits up, "You and the guys have to help me get that prick."

Gerry flashes a smile as he sits back and stretches out his legs. "No problem." He reaches for her hand and she gives it willingly, "Sandra?"

"No Gerry," she squeezes his hand. "He didn't get that far."

….That is all for now....

….Be back soon….

….The Mominator....