This is the First Chapter of my rewritten version - I apologies for it taking so long but I had computer troubles *sigh* anyway please enjoy, it would mean so much to me if you could leave a review for me as well. Thanks for sticking with the story.

Beep, Beep, Beep. I turned lazily over to the other side of my bed and hit the alarm with force, today I didn't want to get up, and I never did. I lay still for five minutes or so before rising from my peaceful slumber to face the day ahead. A new job, a new place, a new life. It was all waiting for me. I should really be a little more grateful for this opportunity.

As I walked out into the London streets I could see the morning light just appearing over the tops of the huge skyscrapers and buildings that covered the city. Even at this early hour, people were on their way to work, school and whatever else they had to do, just like every day. I set off walking along my predetermined route to work. I didn't like cabs, they were stuffy.

30 minutes later I arrived at my destination and strode through the grand doors of the building, well… police station. I was really unsure of where I was meant to be going so I started to fumble around in my bag, looking for the map I had been posted, it took less than 30 seconds before someone noticed me and started to stare as people bumped into me coming through the entrance. After a minute or two of humiliation, being bumped into and searching for the stupid useless little map I had been sent, I decided finding my own way to the office would be much easier. I strode over to the rather clueless and plastic looking receptionist and by the look she gave me, was about to ask someone else but it was too late so I queried it anyway.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where I would find Detective Lestrade?" I asked in the most polite voice I could possibly muster.

She heaved a heavy, bitchy sigh.

"Go down the hall and take the lift to the 5th floor, his office is straight ahead from there." Her monotone voice droned at me.

"Thanks."

I walked down the hall to the lift, as per instructed, but the lift had an 'out of order sign' plastered over the door. I internally whinnied, now I have to take the stairs. I rather ungracefully reached the 5th floor, after what seemed like forever, and stepped into the homicide department.

There were rows of desks at the front, each with its own user, and a private office at the back, I assumed that would be Detective Lestrades office but before I could think I was faced with a curly haired, and rather bitchy looking, officer looking me over before saying;

"I'm afraid you're going to have to leave, only authorized personnel allowed." Her awful voice rang out across the offices as she folded her arms with a smug smirk.

"Well, I'll have you know that I am authorized personnel." I replied curtly.

"I don't see your badge."

"I don't have a badge."

"Then you're not authorized personnel then."

Before I could smack her face in till she didn't know what day it was, I heard a familiar voice from across the room.

"Alex," Greg greeted me with a hug, as per usual, "How great to see you again!"

I hugged him back with a smug grin on my face at the officer, who was now standing behind him. He then turned back to the woman behind him and had a quiet conversation. The officer, whose name I overheard as Donavan, rolled her eyes and walked off back to her desk where she promptly gave me a dark look. I dismissed it and looked back to Greg. He defiantly looked different from the last time I saw him, 5 years ago, he looked tired and older nothing like he was before. He motioned for me to follow him into his office and I obliged, seating myself in one of the cheap office chairs on the other side of his desk which, I noticed, was piled high with paperwork, silence hung in the air.

"What do you need me for?" I abruptly bought an end to the silence.

"Well… Alex I need you for a case of ours, we desperately need an expert in your field and I trust you to do your job well, it's a murder that happened 6 months ago and we have absolutely nothing."

"You know I don't enjoy murders." I answered coldly.

"We have nothing, no leads, no evidence, I would bring another detective in, well I say 'detective' he isn't actually employed by anyone, but I really don't want to unless need comes to must," He hung his head, "Please?"

I considered for a moment, why should I take this? Haven't I got enough on my plate at the moment? "Ok, I will – but not until tomorrow." My mouth spoke the words before my brain could catch up, I mentally kicked myself for agreeing.

"Thank-you so much, I owe you one, again." He smiled gratefully at me from across the work laden desk and breathed a sigh of relief.

We spent the next 30 minutes going over the case and arranged a time of 11am for tomorrow, I walked out of the office armed with a case file to make notes on back at the lab. I checked my watch – 8am, just in time for work.

I walked into the familiar building of St Barts and took the lift up to what had been my place of work for the last week, the lab. In the locker room I changed from my knee length, soft blue trench coat in favor for a pristine white lab coat before putting the rest of my belongings inside and locking it. There wasn't anyone around apart from my co-worker Molly, who I greeted on my way in.

"Hi." She smiled at me from across the room and turned back to her experiment, she was always hard-working.

I met Molly 2 years ago in America, believe it or not. We both had been assigned to work a case as Forensic Pathologists together, as it had been a particularly difficult mystery to work out. At the time we naturally made friends which led to the offer of a Forensic Pathologist job, for the police, at St Barts 2 weeks ago. I moved back to London, after 8 months in America, to take up Molly as my co-worker again. It was quite a mundane job but I enjoyed Molly's company, as she did mine. It was still better than the work I was doing overseas anyway.

No sooner than I had sat down to my laptop to begin some 'cheery' conversation with Molly, the coroners wheeled the first body of the day into the morgue, which I could see from my workstation. Molly and I shared a surprised look, it was normally quite rare to get a corpse at this time of day. I hung my head in my hands, I haven't even had breakfast and now I have work mounting itself up on my desk. Great. Let's get this over and done with.

"Come on, then." I mumbled sliding off my comfortable chair to retrieve some gloves before entering the morgue.

I didn't like the feel of morgues, they were cold and silent, well who does like being in morgues? I am certainly not a fan, but this is my work. Even though I didn't like the morgue, or the dead bodies, I loved working out what happened to each and every person. The way the marks and sighs tell a story of their movement, the characteristics of the killer, the way in which they were killed. Hey, now I'm starting to sound crazy.

I walked over the body while putting my protective gloves on. Molly grabbed the paperwork that accompanied the corpse and I unzipped the large black bag that protected it. As we both laid our analytical eyes over every detail of the person, lying before us, Molly's face changed to a look of confusion. I paid no notice and picked up the paperwork.

"Andrew Jackson, Male, 52." I recited from the information in front of me. I looked up at Molly, who was now examining the body.

"What's wrong?" She seemed to be worried.

"I've seen this before,' She stared up at me.

"What do you mean?" I leaned over to look and the body in front of me. It was horrific.