God only knows
Disclaimer: I don't own Ashes to Ashes or Life on Mars
Authors note: Hi, I am so annoyed at myself I spotted mistakes in the prologue after I had checked it over and over! Sorry for the mistakes they have been corrected. Without further or do here is chapter 1. Chapter 2 should be up this weekend and it will not be long before Gene Hunt makes an appearance! Read and enjoy - Historykeeper
Chapter 1: The beginning of the end
2009
Willow's eyes looked across the crowded ice rink till she spotted her daughter Skye with her coach. The cold began to seep through the many layers of clothing that Willow was wearing. She tightened her grip on the hot chocolate that slightly warmed her numb hands. Her phone buzzed in her side pocket making her jump slightly. Reaching in her pocket she grabbed the blackberry and answered the call.
"Hi Michel," greeted Willow.
"Hello Willow," replied Michel.
"What can I do for you?" asked Willow sensing there was a reason behind the call.
"It's actually an emergency; we need you down by the station in 10. There has been a kidnapping and the kidnapper won't listen to us and he is threatening to kill the girl," informed Michel trying to hide the strain in her voice.
"Dam I am nowhere near the station! Where are you?" asked Willow quickly.
"The victim Hannah Murray has been taken hostage inside London Bridge Hotel," explained Michel.
"I will make my way down. I will see you in about 15 minutes," addressed Willow.
Willow hung up the phone before patting several pockets and pulled out her warrant card before signing with disappointment. This was meant to be a day to spend with her daughter but she knew that this was the price to pay to be working as a DI. She motioned for her daughter to come forward, waving her hand.
"Mum?" asked Skye.
"I am really sorry honey but I have been called up to talk to a kidnapper. Quick get your stuff and I'll meet you at the car," Apologised Willow to her daughter who frowned.
The car sped up round the streets of London as the sirens wailed disturbing the usual buzz of life.
"Stay in the car and don't move," instructed Willow.
"I am not going anywhere mum promise, just be careful will you," Urged Skye.
"Promise," smiled Willow.
They made a pinky promise through the window before Willow walked towards the police tape. She turned back to look at her daughter one last time and blew a kiss. She flashed her warrant card and the police officer let her through. She walked through the cluster of people to where Michel was standing.
"Sorry to have to call you in on your day off," apologised Michel pulling her long curly hair in a bun.
"No need. Where are they?" asked Willow.
"Room 198," informed Michel.
Willow saw a couple standing by the side talking to her DCI Tony. Their faces were painted with worry and the small elegant women, who appeared to be in her late forties, was crying heavily. The parents were the only word that sprang to mind as Willow made her way to Tony.
"Ah DI Tyler glad you could make it. We need you to go inside and talk to a Samuel Keels. Do your stuff and get her out safely," said Tony before giving her a pat on the shoulder.
"Yes sir," Assured Willow.
A constable escorted her to the main desk where a shabby looking man stood with a gun. His face was consorted in madness and his eyes had an evil twinkle to them. He beckoned her forward with the wave of his gun.
"Hello I see they bought you here to get inside my head," he laughed pointing to his head with the gun.
"Samuel I am going to talk to you so we can come to an agreement," suggested Willow.
"Not here," he warned pointing the gun to her.
"Alright, where ever you prefer," agreed Willow biting her bottom lip.
They walked along the bright corridors till the door to 198 came to view. Willow felt the gun dig in to her neck as she opened the door slowly. The sight she was greeted with was horrible. Hannah Murray was sat in the middle of the room tied up. Her clothes were muddy and she had harsh scratch marks running down her arms and face. Raw wounds littered her cheeks, bleeding crimson over her pale face. She let out a sob of what sounded like relief at the sight of someone who was not her kidnapper. She sat down in a leather chair that stood a few paces away from where Hannah was sitting with her hands tied behind her back.
"Samuel why don't we talk about this?" suggested Willow cautiously.
"What is there to talk about? Hmm, I tried to be nice but they didn't listen to me did they? " he said waving his gun in the air.
"Who didn't listen to you?" asked Willow sensing a weak spot.
"What's your name?" asked Samuel.
"Willow Tyler," replied Willow sighing.
"I knew your husband Sam Tyler," he told her.
"What?" Willow asked warily.
"Good copper, shame he had to go," he mused.
"He was did you know him?" asked Willow trying to poke at this new development.
"He was the only one who cared" he whispered softly to himself.
"What did he care about?" she pressed.
Samuel got up quickly from his seat and pressed his gun to Hannah's head. She cried out in fear and began to cry uncontrollably.
"Samuel think about what you are doing!" shouted Willow.
"I have to do this because this is the only way they will listen!" he screamed back.
Samuel collapsed on to the floor running his hand in his brown hair. Willow stood up and approached him slowly eying the gun.
"Who Samuel? Who?" asked Willow trying again.
"The police they let him go! Right after he killed her. My daughter. He killed my daughter!" he cried.
He made an advance to shoot the girl but Willow stopped by standing between him and Hannah.
"What was she called?" she asked calmly.
"Betty. Her name was Betty," he said in a small voice a smile playing on his lips.
Willow closed her eyes and it hit her. The Betty Keels case. The case that had ended with the man charged walking free and the lawyer who had cleared his name was called Guy Murray. It made sense now he was getting revenge, a daughter for a daughter. Samuel snapped out of a memory and cocked the gun towards her head.
"You loved your daughter," stammered Willow quickly.
"I still do," he snapped.
"Then stop this, if you love her you won't do it. There is another way, we will prove he was guilty but by killing this girl you will get life and then you won't have achieved anything" exclaimed Willow.
Samuel hesitated and then started to shake before dropping his gun.
"What have I done!" he cried painfully.
"Like Sam I will do anything in my power to try and prove he did it," declared Willow.
"I am going to prison for this," he muttered to no one in particular.
"Give me the gun," demanded Willow.
Samuel gave Willow the gun as he dropped to the floor in a fit of sobs. Willow then hurried to Hannah unbinding her and taking off the cloth wedged deep in her mouth. Hannah cried harder and Willow embraced her in a hug stroking her hair telling her it was over and that she was going to be alright.
Willow walked outside with Hannah clutched to her side. As soon as she saw her parents she ran in to them crying even more. Hugs and kisses were exchanged as the paramedics took Hannah to check on her.
"Well done Willow," smiled Tony.
"Thank you sir," thanked Willow with a small smile.
Her eyes drifted to Samuel who cuffed and dragged away to the police car. He looked around as if he was looking for someone.
"Sir I am going to go back inside and look around if there is something we have missed" informed Willow.
"Right then we will wrap up here and then you go and enjoy the rest of your day off" Tony said warmly.
Willow went inside the front doors with a spring in her step with the knowledge of a day with her children ahead.
Samuel struggled in the officer's grip before muttering "She has to be here somewhere."
Michel looked confused before mentally slapping herself, they hadn't checked if anyone else was involved.
"What do you mean?" she persisted.
"My accomplice," he gulped.
"Shit! Someone get in there! There is possibly an armed female in the building," shouted Michel.
"What is it Sergeant?" asked Tony running over.
"There is someone in the building and we have just confirmed she is armed," explained Michel.
Toni paled and looked towards the car where Skye was looking aimlessly out of the window.
"Willows in the building," whispered Tony.