First things first, thank you soooo much for all your lovely reviews - always put a smile on my face. You are all so brilliant on this site.

Secondly, I've got two more chapters already written so I'm thinking that because you've all been so fabulous, I'm going to have a good go at posting them both tonight! I hope they live up to the hype haa haa.

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Chapter 2

Cal's eyes followed the police car as it steadily drove down the road, containing who he though had been the love of his life, then turned the corner and disappeared. He sighed deeply as he got back into his own car. What a mess! Suddenly he was overtaken by a surge of frustration, hitting out at the steering wheel, as if that would make any difference. Then, once again, he sat in silent contemplation of how much his life had gone to hell.

He thought that he had met the love of his life, but she had turned out to be a serial con-artist, who had just played him to get money out of him. He was also homeless after said girlfriend had conned him into stealing £15,000 from his brother, who had not only thrown him out, but was quite possibly never going to speak to him again.

Not only that, but she had phoned him when she got herself into trouble, expecting him to come running...which he did, leaving chaos in the ED when the wall came in on him and his brother. He had basically never given it a second thought - she had called and he had gone running. The thing that got to him the most was that when he had asked...almost pleaded with her to tell him that he had been different, that she had felt something for him, she had looked him in the eye without giving him an answer. He had then got the message loud and clear.

He had made such a mess of things. There was only one thing for it, he thought as he ran a hand through his hair, he would have to leave - that would be the best for everybody. Yes Ethan would accuse him of doing what he always does when the going gets tough, but without him hanging around Ethan and everyone else could get on with their lives.

He sat for a few moments considering his options. He would phone Zoe and resign - he had enough holiday days to use that would cover the amount of notice needed. He would tell Ethan face to face, he owed him that much, when he went round to the flat to fetch his things...yes that would be the best all round. With his decision made, Cal fumbled in his pocket for his phone, noticing that it had turned itself off. He quickly found the in car charger and plugged it in as he turned on the engine - the sooner he did this the better. No more than a minute had passed, when the message tone alerted him. He looked and noticed ten missed calls from the ED, with the last three have messages left. His brow furrowed in confusion because he wasn't due on shift for another hour. He listened to the messages. The first two were from Louise asking him to phone when he received the message, but the third message chilled him to the bone, "Cal, it's Lofty mate...look you need to get back here...it's Ethan..."

If the message said anything else, then Cal wasn't aware. All he knew now was that something was wrong with his brother and he needed to get to him as fast as he could. He quickly sped off, his mind working overtime. What was wrong with his brother? It must be bad to have called him so many times. Something had happened to his brother, and where had he been? Trying to re-connect with his con-artist girlfriend, "God Ethan, you'd better be alright..."

And so ends chapter 2 - onwards to chapter 3...