Hi guys, just realised I didn't really do much of an intro to this fic. It will have 6 chapters (one for each person) and is about the month before the events that took place in interview room 7. Enjoy xxxxxx

P.S. It doesn't have anything to do with 2008 xxxxx

Chapter 2: Chris

February 1982

"Shazza! Where's my socks?"

"On the coffee table baby!"

Chris went into the sitting room, looking around for his socks. He found them and put them on.

"Do I have any that don't have holes in them?" He shouted, inspecting the huge holes in both of his socks.

"No baby. Do you want me to get you some?" Shaz yelled back.

"Yeah, get the nice soft ones," he shouted, standing up and looking for his shoes. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs as his beautiful girlfriend walked down them. She just keeps getting more gorgeous by the day, he thought, smiling. She never failed to take his breath away and he sometimes wondered what he'd done to deserve her. She smiled back at him then went to look for her bag. Chris sat down and put on his shoes, struggling with the laces at first but eventually he managed.

"Ready to go baby?" Shaz asked, putting her coat on.

"Yeah," he said, smiling and getting his too.

They walked to the station together hand in hand, the soft snow crunching beneath their feet.

"What happened to your nose mate?" Chris asked Ray, whose nose was red as a tomato and swollen up like a balloon.

"Nothin', just got into a fight," he said, looking away slightly.

"Who with? I thought you were going after that bird in Luigi's?" Chris asked, frowning.

"I don't know, it was dark," Ray said, pretending to be interested in his paperwork. Chris sat down at his desk and started to flick bits of paper everywhere. He flicked a bit at Alex, who was staring off into space again, clutching a pair of scissors. She didn't even notice. He flicked another bit, harder this time. She still didn't notice.

"Ma'am?" He said, frowning. She didn't answer. Gene came out of his office, slamming the door behind him.

"They've found another body," he said to them, scowling and putting his coat on. "Same place as the other three." Chris and Ray stood up, getting their jackets and following him as he walked to the door. "Coming Bolls?"

She snapped out of her trance, frowning. "What?" She said, looking at him.

"They've found another body. You coming?"

"Yeah," she said, picking up her jacket and following him out.

"Got an I.D. on her?" Gene asked the PC standing with the body.

"Not yet gov," he said.

"Does it look like the same killer as the others?"

"Yes gov."

Gene sighed, looking at the body. Chris walked over to Alex.

"You alright ma'am?" He asked. She didn't answer. She was staring at the body, deep in thought, her eyes not really focusing. "Ma'am?"

"Yes Chris?" She said, rubbing her forehead.

"You alright?"

"Yes thanks Chris, just got a bit if a headache, I haven't been sleeping well recently. Are you alright?"

"I'm good thanks." He said. She smiled weakly at him then walked off behind some trees. He frowned but didn't go after her.

"Coffee ma'am?"

"No thanks Chris."

"Biscuit?"

"No thanks." She smiled at him.

"Alright," he said, shoving two biscuits in his mouth. He watched his superior officer as she got on with her paperwork, frowning. She had changed loads in the past few months. Her face was now pale and bony and she no longer smiled the dazzling natural smile everybody loved. If she smiled now it was only to be polite of to get somebody to shut up. The blue jeans that had once been so tight it looked like they'd split if she bent over were now baggy and worn. Her hair was limp and lifeless, no longer well looked after and bouncy. She looked like she'd been ill. He frowned, stuffing another biscuit in his mouth, trying to think of a reason why she had changed.

March 1st 1982

"This is the fifth murder Alex!" They heard Gene shout. Surprisingly, she didn't shout back. They would have heard it if she did. "We don't have a single lead! And you, you're just sitting on your bony arse! What's up with you? You're usually the first to come up with some stupid theory! And I can't believe I'm about to say this, but you're usually bloody right!"

There was a long silence then Alex walked out of Gene's office. Her face didn't show the slightest bit of emotion. She simply sat down and robotically filled in the pile of forms on her desk. And when she had finished, she just left. Bloody hell! Chris thought. It's only 11:30!

A few hours later, Gene came out of his office. "Chris, you and Bammo go interview the bloke that robbed the post office on Denby Street," he said. "Gay rights protest kicked off again, we need room in the cells."

"Yes gov," Chris said, standing up and following Bammo to the interview rooms.

"Skip, where's Ray?"

"Interview room 7."

"Why's he in there? We don't use that anymore."

"He was looking for the gov. He went literally two minutes ago, he should still be there."

"Cheers Skip."

Chris turned and walked towards interview room 7. As he walked, he felt a sort of nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. Like what he used to feel before a date with Shaz.

He rounded a corner to see Ray slowly edging towards interview room 7's window. Ray finally reached the window and gasped, dropping his forms on the floor.

"Ray? What's the matter mate?" Ray didn't answer, he just stood there, staring through the window, his mouth open. Chris walked up to him and peered through the window.

"No," he said softly, dropping the files he was holding. Then he began to shout. "No! N-" He threw up.

Why?