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"Ow! I have feelings you know!" I yelp as I'm shoved into Lestrade's office and cuffed to the chair.
"Good. Now be quiet." He replies and types something into his computer.
"Name?" He says, his voice monotone.
"Why?" I retort and he glares at me.
"Tiffany Amber Lestrade."
The lady standing in the corner with big bushy hair raises her eyebrows. Greg doesn't bat an eyelid.
"Do you have any criminal aliases?"
"Annie Rouge."
"Ah yes." He says, smiling slightly. "Your on our data base. Although-" he scratches his head.
"Donovan. Look at this." Greg gestures for the lady to look at the screen and she raises her eyebrows further. She looks at me suspiciously.
"You have no records. Not birth certificate, no passport, no drivers licence. Nothing."
"You don't get far in this profession if your real identity can be tracked down." I shrug and she eyes me even more suspiciously than before.
"What is your profession?" She asks.
"It's hard to explain. Normally I go with Undercover Agent." I smile at her. "I'm so good at it that this explosion won't topple the building."
As I speak, a huge bang sounds and the building shakes. Smoke rises past the window and Lestrade looks out it and down to the ground.
"Can I leave yet? I think there's someone trying to blow up London Bridge today and I need to move the TNT a centimetre left."
Lestrade and Donovan look at me and then each other before Donovan dashes out the room, presumably to call someone.
"Who the hell are you?" Greg shakes his head slowly, as if I'm lying to him. "And why are you using my surname?"
"Because I'm your sister." I reply with all the sincerity I can manage.
"No your not! Tiffany died! I heard her burn! She burnt alive!" He practically explodes at me, his hands shaking.
Flames. Licking at the bottom of the door, smoke coming through the gap. Screaming out the window.
"Greg please."
"Greg! Mummy! Help me! Please! Greg! Mum!" Screaming. Smoke filling the room. Choking. The door creaks and explodes sending shards of burning wood everywhere. Screaming. Fire creeping along the carpet. Screaming.
"Tiffany!"
"Greg!"
"Tiffany!"
The tears rolling down his cheeks land on the desk and leave little marks on his paperwork.
"She died. I heard her. She died." He sobs and I fight against my handcuffs until my hands are free. I roll up my sleeves cautiously and show him the marks on my bare arms. The burns.
"Greg. You have to believe me. I am your sister."
He looks at red blotchy scars and gently trails his finger around them. Greg looks up at me, his eyes still swimming in tears.
"If you are my sister, why didn't you come back? Why didn't you come back to me?" He asks, his voice breaking into more sobs. I can't stand it anymore. I move round his desk so I can wrap him in a hug.
"I wanted to. I really wanted to but it was easier to keep you safer like that. I'm so sorry Greg. Please believe me."
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