`I had a dream about Mickey and I feel that it is only right to tell you and I just have to say unfortunately that no I do not own the Bill (I wish I did) Hope you enjoy it, Please review x

Dedicated to my sister who begged me to write a fan fiction on the dream I had ;)

He walked down the narrow road in Cole Lane Estate and turned right into a red brick house, which was the only half decent house on the estate. He knocked on the door and waited.

I am stuck on a burglary while everyone else gets all the good cases. I hate them, Mickey thought sourly.

"Hello", the door opened and a tall blonde woman was standing in the door frame watching him. She had a thin face and prominent cheek bones and her smile dazzled Mickey.

Wow, he gazed up at her, forget that. I love doing burglaries.

"Hi, I'm DC Webb and I'm here about a burglary that was reported in the early hours of this morning."

"I am Sarah, please come in." She gestured for him to follow.

"What was taken and where was it taken?"

"My purse was taken... it was pink, large and all my debit card and club cards were in there.It was taken yesterday when I was waiting to collect my son from nursery", damn she has a son there goes my chance.

"So what did the person look like? Or did you not get a good enough look at them?"

"He was blonde but balding at the top and he had an accent I don't know where from. He was about 6 foot and he had a knife, I was so scared..." A tear ran down her soft cheek which made it glisten in the light.

"Don't worry it is okay..."

All of a sudden there was a loud bang, like a gunshot. Mickey tackled Sarah to the floor.

"Stay down." He looked up carefully, making sure he wasn't going to be shot at. Another shot was fired and in his haste to get his head down he hit it on the floor.

Owwww, he thought silently. He grabbed his radio from his jacket and shouted down the radio, "It's Mickey! I am at 6 Cole Lane Estate and I am with a victim of a burglary! I am being shot at!"

He heard about twenty shots being fired overall. He heard from his radio Smithy shouting "Mickey, you alright?"

Why is it always Smithy?, "Yeah, we are both fine." He glanced at Sarah, who was lying shakily on the floor.

Mickey stared up at the wall that had been shot at and a cold shiver ran down his spine. The word "Mickey" had been written on the wall in bullet holes. Oh my God. He grasped his radio.

"Guys, I think you need to get down here now!" He tried to say it without any fear but he couldn't help it. Fear laced his voice.

Mickey stood up and looked through the holes in the wall and saw a gang. They were looking at the house expectantly and he knew what he had to do if he was to get some answers. He sprinted out the house and ran down the gravely pathway.

"Wait here!" He bellowed back to the woman, Sarah.

Smithy always had worried about Mickey after all they had been through with Delaney and all. He wanted to make sure that his friend was alright. He ran down the pathway and saw a tall blonde woman standing in her drive. She was trembling. He raced up to her.

"What happened? Where's Mickey?" His voice cracked at the end of the sentence and he could tell he was losing his resolve.

"The police officer, Mickey, he ran after that gang. He went after the ones who did that!" She pointed at the wall and Smithy felt himself go cold. He saw the word Mickey shot into the wall. What did he get himself into?

"Mickey!" he yelled down the radio, "Get back here now!"

He saw Phil Hunter walking away from the S019 officers towards him.

"Is he answering?"

"No, but this attack was deliberate and someone must have been watching him because they knew where he was..."

"I'll go back down to the nick. We need everyone on the lookout for the gang."

"But tell them to be careful, they may be armed..."

He sprinted after the throng of people. Who did this? Someone knew where to find me and I am going to find out whom...

When they saw him the gang started to race away. Why do they always run away?

The gang raced into an old railway station and their leader stopped. He was facing the opposite way and he wasn't looking at Mickey.

"Who are you? And why are you looking for me?" He asked.

There was a soft crackle as his radio sounded. "Mickey! Get back here now!"

Shit. Was Mickey's' only thought. What did I get myself into?

"Don't you recognize me?"

Mickey went cold. He couldn't move. He knew that voice. The man turned around...

Mickey nearly fainted with fear. Images flashed through his mind as the gang sniggered.

"Don't you recognize me?"

The man's blue eyes pierced his...

"Hello, Pretty Boy. Have you missed me?"