Disclaimer I do not own Republic of Doyle. No copyright infringement is intended. Seeing as this programme is currently not on air in the UK I thought I'd write my own story. Please review.

Chapter One

"You serious about this? Da?" Jake asked as he walked alongside his father. "You are. Aren't you?"

"Yes son." Malachy smiled. "It's a case and we need the work."

"Yeah but really? She thinks the husband she buried five years ago is alive and well and running around the town. She doesn't need a priivate detective. She needs a psychiatrist."

"Jake." Malachy stopped in his tracks. "You may think she is mad. And maybe she is but we need to find out if the man she has seen actually is just a man that looks vaguely like her husband or if he really is David Foster."

"You are serious. I knew you were serious." Jake shook his head as he crossed the road, wondering just what his father had dragged them into this time. "You know what he did. You saw what happened the last time that man crossed our paths."

"I did, son." Jake shook his head angrily as his father spoke. "All the more reason to find out if he's still around."

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"Leslie." She looked up as she heard her name called across the hall.

"Hi." She smiled as the senior officer jogged towards her. "Did you see the news?"

"News? No, I've been in work. Not exactly the time to have the television on." Leslie smiled as the older man rolled his eyes.

"Then you don't know."

"Clearly." She watched as her friend grew serious. "Danny. What don't I know?" She had genuinely come to like the man that was now in charge of her division but now he was beginning to worry her.

"You know that guy you arrested about six years ago?"

"Which one?" She watched as he raised an eyebrow.

"David Foster."

"He's dead." Leslie narrowed her eyes. "He killed himself in prison."

"Yeah. I read the report."

"Then why are we having this conversation?" Her blood ran cold as she thought of the wiry haired man that had almost killed her so many years earlier. She knew Jake turning up when he did had saved her life.

"Because he may not be dead." Danny stared at her. "He was seen leaving the local Irish Bar two days ago. We have the CCTV footage."

"No way." Leslie shook her head before stepping back. "No way. He's dead. I was told he was dead."

"Leslie." The older man rested a hand on her shoulder, genuinely upset that he had scared the younger woman. "Someone lied. I don't know who but someone lied. You can see the footage. It's him."

"No." Leslie frowned. "No, this can't be happening. Not now." She bit her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry Leslie. If you need to take some time."

"No. No I'm fine." She turned on her heel and left, just hoping that Jake and the rest of the team at Doyle and Doyle didn't know the supposedly dead man was walking around and more than likely looking for her.

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A/N Just a small chapter to start off with. May be deleted and restarted. Please review and let me know if I should continue.