This is my first attempt at a fanfic so I apologise if it's not great. I'm honestly my own worst critic when it comes to my writing so it takes me ages. So with this I've just decided to write whatever and just have fun. Like I said its only an "attempt" but I hope you like it :)

Translucentflesh xx

Chapter 1

Billie awoke slowly, her eyes were heavy and her dark hair was draped loosely over her face. The noise of her mobile's electronic melody rang shrill in her ears. She dragged her face from the pillow and looked up her clock. Her vision was groggy so at first she could only see a blur of red lines but as she focused she read the time- 3:24. Jesus, she thought, who the hell is calling me at this time? Nonetheless she picked the phone up from her beside table and glared at the number "Unknown". She held the phone unwaveringly and then slammed it down on the table before throwing her head back on to her pillow. She lay, staring in to the blackness above her, her eyes stinging from her exhaustion. She outstretched her hand to the other side of the bed, running her fingers over the soft sheets, through the empty space were John should be. He'd only been out of town for a few hours but she already missed him so much. Billie knew that his job was important to him, as hers was to her, and even if he didn't win this case his heart was pure and set on justice and she would be proud of him. She gasped as her phone buzzed loudly on the table. Urgggh. She slammed her hand over, grabbing her phone and in the process knocking over her clock with weary indifference. She wrenched her ageing flip phone open and pressed it to her ear.
"What?" she sighed, expecting one of those stupid call centres but half-hopeful it might be John.
"Billie," the voice on the other end of the phone was measured but tinged with quiet remorse. "I know it's been a while." the man paused and suddenly panic welled within her. His voice was so tangibly familiar. "I…I umm.. didn't know who else to call. It's Jack."
"Oh Jack. Of course I do." she swallowed hard, some base instinct warned her he had something to tell her. Something potentially shattering.
"I still work at the hospital. And umm.. Err.." She could her Jack's usually soft voice begin to croak "Oh god Billie.. They.. they brought her in this morning. I didn't know who else to call. I…"
Billie felt a lump pit in her stomach. "Loose?.. She's in the hospital. Is she hurt? Is she…"
"Billie." Jack paused "She's dead ."