Yay chapter two. Many many thanks for reading and esp big thank you to my guest reviewer, sorry Ed doesn't get a look in here, he'll be back soon though :)

Kent's search for any record of Louise Ivor anywhere was proving particularly unproductive. Doctors, birth certificate, marriage, divorce, council tax the list went on but the result was same; nothing. He sighed sadly as he crossed another search off his list of possible sources.

'Aaaw still down in the dumps about being stood up last night' Mansell teased as he passed by Kents desk.

'Oh shut up' Kent replied not even lifting his head. He could do without Mansell sticking his nose in today.

'Well if you're even half as good as your sister is then it's him who should be sulking not you' remarked Mansel.

That was the straw that broken the camel's back. Suddenly Kent was in his feet and well within Mansel's personal space. 'I don't even want to know, you won ok, is that not enough'

Mansel drew himself up an inch or two and puffed his chest, fixing the smaller man with a dominant stare.

'Hey boys, that's enough, back off' Miles hollered

Mansel took two steps back, adjusting his jacket, 'it was supposed to be a compliment' he mumbled as he returned to his desk.

'All alright here? ,' Chandler asked as he reappeared in the incident room.

Kent deflated back into chair without making eye contact.

'Not much to report yet boss,' Miles said before the silence deafened him.

'Very well. I'll be in my office if anyone finds anything.' He turned before opening the door 'Does anyone remember seeing her anywhere during the Abraham's case?'

'Perhaps we should speak to the congregation, ' Mansel suggested 'see if anyone recognises her.'

'That's an excellent idea. Take Miles with you, he has a better understanding of their beliefs'

'What now Sir?' asked Mansel incredulously.

'No time like the present, she's probably out there poisoning the minds of Whitechapel as we speak'

'But it's eleven am Sir, on a Wednesday, there's hardly gonna be a service now.'

'Well start with the vicar's widow and the church warden and find out when you can go back to speak the rest' Chandler replied, patience fading fast.

'Righto boss. If you insist.' Miles drawled, coat already on, gesturing to Mansel to do the same, 'look lively son.'

Mansel grabbed his coat and made a quick stretch across the passageway to have a chuckle in Kent's ear 'don't do anything I wouldn't do' before hurrying after Miles.

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Kent busied himself looking for any trace of Louise Ivor. He was so engaged in blocking all Chandler related thoughts from his mind that he'd missed the arrival of the man himself.

Chandler watched the other two leave, glanced at his desk and it's lack of paperwork and back over his shoulder at the lone figure hunched over a desk in the incident room. Now was as good a time as ever. He crossed the room and perched himself on the desk near Kent's right arm. His DC didn't look up from his work. Chandler gave a small cough.

'Sir' Kent said looking up from the screen and plastering the most convincing smile he could find across his face.

'Hey,' said Chandler softly, 'I, er, I wanted to apologise for not showing at the pub last night.'

'Not a big deal' Kent lied with shrug 'I guessed you didn't feel like celebrating.'

'No not really' a gentle smile temporarily graced Chandler's face 'perhaps I can make it up to you at some point?'

Kent made eye contact for the first time all morning 'I'd like that' He couldn't be sure but he thought he detected just a hint of nerves in Chandler's voice.

'Great' the smile returned.

'Great' said Kent, for lack of anything more coherent to say.

The phone in the office rang.

'I should get that' Chandler said without breaking eye contact. He didn't move.

'Probably, Sir. Could be, you know, important' Kent almost stuttered and looked away briefly, only to return and find the same beautiful blue eyes still looking at him.

'Right, yes, OK,' Chandler said trying to sound more professional and in control, he stood up took one step fwd, remembered his office was the other direction and final strode off towards the ringing.

Kent's eyes followed his movements, he could feel the cloud lifting as he allowed his hopes to surface amongst his emotions.

The vicar's widow wasn't exactly pleased to see them. But she had invited them in anyway and listened patiently while Miles had explained they were looking for a lady who may have appeared in the congregation prior to her husband's murder. Mansell felt uneasy in the house, watched, almost like he was being judged. So caught up in his own thoughts he'd completely missed Miles' first request for the photo.

Turns out their trip however was not a wasted one, and the widow could confirm that she had indeed seen Louise in the congregation some weeks before the Abrahams split. She also reported that she had spoken to her once.

'I thought she was a bit rude actually,' she recalled, 'told me that we had a beautiful church and asked why if my soul was so clean had I not joined the angels yet.'

'Yeah, that would be her.' Miles agreed and placed his hand over hers. 'Thank you,' he said genuinely, 'Do you know who else she spoke to, anyone who might be able to get in contact with her now?'

She scribbled a name and number on a piece of paper, 'that's Jenny' she said, 'our flower arranger and caretaker. I believe she was approached by your lady a number of times.'

'You've been most helpful, thank you.' he stood to leave, 'I'm sorry again about your loss.'

Back outside Miles' phone rang, the caller ID stated DC Kent.

'Kent what is it lad?'

'No rest for the wicked then,'

'Yep we'll be there, see you both soon.'