author note: so this is my first story on here so i hope you like it, please feel free to review this. I love the show and after a lot of begging from my friends i have decided to publish one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Scott and Bailey otherwise Kevin would still be there and we'd be on series like seven

thanks for reading.

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She was lay on her side in bed, the sun light creeping under the curtains; she could feel it on her eye lids. Slowly she awoke from her slumber; her alarm making 100% sure of it.

"Ugh..." She groaned reaching over to the bedside table to get her phone to shut up.

She looked around the room; she swallowed back the lump in her throat before getting up, her feet touching the cold wooden floor sending shivers through out her body.

She finally adjusted to the icy feeling as she walked to the bathroom. She cupped her hands and filled them with water before splashing it over her face. She looked in the mirror as the droplets clung to her eye lashes…

"You're such an idiot…" She told herself before going and getting dressed.

Her phone rang whilst she was having a cup of tea.

"Hello…" She answered with sleep in her voice.

"Hey pal, Gill wants us to go and deliver a death message…" Her best friend Janet said on the other end sounding equally exhausted. "I'm on my way to come and pick you up, Rach."

Rachel groaned slightly taking the last sip of her tea before finishing getting ready.

Ten minutes later Janet arrived, Rachel locked her front door and got in the car.

"Who's dead then?" She said as Janet handed her a file.

"David Andrews, 47, his body was found in his house on Harpen Street by his co-worker Adam London. Cause of death appears to be strangulation but until Scary Mary finishes the Post Morten we can't be sure." Janet explained as Rachel was reading.

"Next of kin?" Rachel asked closing the file not bothered to look if Janet was just going to dictate it to her any way.

"Doesn't have any, only name we have listed is 'Evelyn Bailey', 16, he fostered her ten years ago so she could go to Lakemoor school of performing arts as she needed a guardian to be able to go…"

"Bit young to be going there…" Rachel side commented but Janet heard.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Lakemoor is a school of only like fifty people, normally all over the age of sixteen, being accepted at six is like really rare…"

"And how do you know this?" Janet questioned wondering since when was Rachel clued up on boarding schools.

"Because I attended from ages of 14-19 before leaving to join the police…." Rachel replied looking out the window.

"You…miss 'I don't dance' went to a school of performing arts?"

"Yeah get over it, after mum and dad walked out on us I took up music and stuff at school, mainly because I couldn't stand being in the house with Alison and Dom half the time. My music teacher thought I had talent and got me an audition at the school. Apparently according to them I was very talented and was accepted. I was taught for free and stuff and it got me away from home…"

It took Janet a few seconds to take in Rachel being musically talented but she decided to move on.

"Wait did you say Evelyn Bailey?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, I know spooky.."

"Two people called Bailey, who go to the same school from early ages…that's…odd…"

"Will you please stop obsessing about your chuffin' last name…honestly Rachel some days…" Janet shook her head. "Come on, you can have a little reunion whilst I go speak to the kid."