This was my first ever fanfic written ages ago, written under a different name on another site. After writing recent Ashes to Ashes fanfic I decided to redo this one.

BACK FROM THE DEAD

Chapter 1

September 2006

Chief Superintendent Makepeace was staring at the phone agitatedly. It had barely stopped ringing all morning and her nerves were becoming more shredded by the minute. She had only taken up her new position as the head of SI10 two weeks ago after the unexpected death of her boss and there was a flap on. Top floor was screaming for answers and she didn't have them. She was tempted to contact her first boss of SI10 Gordon Spikings for advice as she felt she had been plunged in at the deep end but she knew she had to deal with it herself to save face.

Just then there was a gentle knock at the door and her friend and colleague Chas Jarvis entered the room clutching a rather old dog-eared blue file.

"Come in Chas" Makepeace said deflated.

"Harry we've just had another call from New York. It is the same outfit as the one over here. All the names checkout."

"Oh God! How embarrassing." sighed Makepeace. "Been in the job barely five minutes and already a cock up. How did we miss this Chas? I can't believe the NYPD knows more about what's happening in our own back yard than we do."

"It's not your fault Harry." Chas tried to comfort her. " Jenson is very clever at covering up his tracks ,we know that, that's why it took so long to catch him in the first place and now he's out he's going to be even more careful."

"Yes but, New York knows what he's up to yet he's right under our noses. The Commissioner wants me to get a result and quickly or it's…." She made the cut sign across her neck.

"Well…. More good news I afraid…" Chas grimaced.

"What?" She asked rather desperately.

He cleared his throat "New York feel we could do with some help they're sending one of their top men… a Captain Johnson."

Harry stared at Chas in disbelief "OH WONDERFUL!" she exclaimed "That's all I need. Even the NYPD thinks we're incompetent." Harry sunk into her chair and put her head in her hands. This was turning into the week from hell.

"When is he arriving?"

"Tomorrow afternoon." smiled Chas.

"You remembered? I'm not here in the morning. I've got to get this blasted dress for Lucy you know what it's like trying to get her into anything decent."

Chas smiled warmly. "Good luck"

"Did you manage to find Jenson's file?" asked Harry

"Yep" Chas tapped the battered file he was holding "Took some doing since its 20 years old."

"Thanks Chas. Who was the arresting officer…..I can't remember?"

"Dempsey." Chas said as he placed the file on her desk. Harry's eyes fixed on the file as memories of Dempsey came flooding back. His grinning face swam in to her mind as she could hear his voice.

"I'd better get on."

Chas said as he realised Harry's mind had drifted off and he quietly left her office shutting the door behind him.

Harry opened the file and scanned the manual typewriters print. She felt sad as she read the American spellings and isms. She never did find out what happened to him. He was recalled to New York to give evidence in a big Mafia trial. He was only supposed to be over there for 4 weeks max then return to London but he had disappeared. When Harry had tried to find out where he was the NYPD denied all knowledge of his existence, even Spikings couldn't find anything about his whereabouts. In Harry's mind there was only one conclusion…he was dead.

Harry felt her eyes start to well up as Dempsey's voice entered her thoughts. She tried hard not to think about what might have happened to him. Then the phone rang again.

Her thoughts snapped back to the present, "Yes Sir, Yes Sir. It's the same gang operating in New York as the one here and yes it is drugs related and arms related and anything else you'd care to mention…."

Oh Mummy its vile." exclaimed Lucy Makepeace as she came out of the changing room wearing a red silk ball gown.

"No its not I think it's pretty. You'll have all the men falling over themselves." Harry smiled at her daughter.

"Yes with laughter." retorted Lucy "Why can't I have the black one?"

"Sweetheart it's very plain and you wear a lot of black as it is." Harry tried to reason.

"If you want me to go to this stupid ball it's the black dress or nothing." argued Lucy

"Oh for heaven's sake" Harry sighed "Ok be boring if it keeps you happy and I get peace and quiet."

"Oooh thanks mum" Lucy grinned cheekily at her mother and planted a big kiss on her cheek then bounced back into the changing room.

Harry tutted to herself and smiled. She doted on her wayward daughter. She was a tom boy and hated the pompousness of the aristocratic engagements she and her mother were forced to attend. She could be charming and elegant when Lucy chose to, but most of the time she was argumentative, contrary, cheeky and could be downright belligerent. Harry loved her no matter what.

Harry was alerted to her mobile phone ringing in her bag. "Hi Chas."

"Sorry to interrupt your shopping torture." Apologised Chas

"That's ok Chas we've come to an agreement at last" she laughed.

"I was calling to let you know that our American visitor has just arrived and he's waiting in your office." Chas grimaced.

"Here already! Ok I'll be there as quick as I can. Thanks Chas. Come on Lucy hurry up I've got to go into the office for a while."