Hi this is my first attempt to write this sort of thing! So helpful hints and tips would be grateful! Especially when it will come to some Hebrew and Arabic words.

I have this idea and in my mind it seems like a good idea and hopeful one that I be able to actually finish (see unfinished charmed stories that have been on here for years!) and pull off. If I can pull this off everything should fit together nicely and it will be the best thing I have ever done. (written wise anyway!) and if not! I will forever bury my head in sand in shame.

So relax get the brew (tea) on and hopefully enjoy!

If anyone is anal about things like spelling I'm British so some English words will be spelt in a different way e.g. American = center is British = centre

unfortunately I can't excuse my grammar or genuine spelling mistakes.

p.s although I find both Abbey's and Tony's characters both unbelievable annoying and want to slap them. They will be in the story as it is impossible not to include them!

p.p.s Over here we are in series 7 episode 7 (I think!) So I base this story just after good cop, bad cop

Disclaimer: characters recognise are not mine! I don't earn any money for this and I'm unlikely to get any. So it's not worth suing me!

Prologue

She holds a photo, showing two young women glowing, happy and for that second it shows them not having a care in the world, where in reality the world around them is collapsing due to the violence that they were brought up with since birth, death and hate had plagued them, both had already lost too much, both still be facing further loss in the foreseeable future, but for that one spilt second, that flash that would had been seen as death had captured for the time being their freedom, their free spirit... their innocence.

The young woman smiles from ear to ear her eyes glued to the photo, in particular to the woman on the left, her long black hair with blondeish highlights and a red long dress that show off the woman curves in all the right places and memories of her even though they are few came flooding back.

She took her eyes off the photo when she heard footsteps walking towards her. The woman that had entered was at least a few years older if but a day. She was tall, exotic, slender, a beauty. The only thing ugly, was the scar that went from her eyebrow and down half way to her cheek and the many other scars that lay hidden beneath the layer of clothes.

The older woman smiled at the younger one who herself was beautiful, her long black silk hair lay flawless on her shoulders, her eyes were unique as they were hazel in colour which is a rare thing but that after all is what made her stand out more. The younger woman smiled back at her and waited for her to speak.

"It seems like yesterday, but that was a long time ago, in our youth. It was a good night. I will forever cherish it. Things between us may have change but it is still a memory I will hold dear. Till the day that I die."

"You're not that old, both of you." She included the second woman in the photo into her sentence. The older one let out a small laugh. "You being too kind!"

"I am not, I being serious, both of you are not that much older than me."

"You are true." The older woman's English was not the best but it was better then most. "I know I am." The younger one replied. "Will you be ready for this?"

As soon as those were spoken, the laughter had died down, their smiles gone, their faces serious and both went back to business at hand. "Don't worry about me, when the time comes for us to meet. I will deal with it then. It is you that I am worried about. Will YOU Be ready?"

The older woman smiled but her eyes show her worry. "No, but what choice do I have? I know my mother, that monster that has given me this unfortunate life she will be after her and when she catches her..." The older woman stopped, pausing for a breath to control the emotions that were beginning to build, for that moment she had felt human, a feeling she will always had welcomed but then always had to bury it deep, if she was to survive this lifetime. "We both know the outcome she catches her... she will never see daylight again, I... we have to save her."

"I know, shall we go?" Not expecting a reply they both put on their jackets and head out the door, the photo still on the glass table top, the photo that had for that one spilt second captured their freedom if only for one night.

TBC