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Gerry closed his eyes as the phone went to answerphone for the third time in as many minutes. He knew Sandra never answered the phone while she was driving but it was unusual for her to be so late getting into work. Shoving his phone back into his pocket he looked up to see Sasha in the doorway.

"Alright?"

"Anything?" Sasha asked. It was no secret how close Gerry and Sandra were. Gerry looked away for a moment.

"No."

"She must be driving. She won't have the phone turned on when she's driving." Gerry tried to convince himself as much as he tried to convince the new girl. He knew Sasha worried about the team as much as he did. "Where's Jack?"

"With Dan and Brian." Sasha explained. "They've gone round to Sandra's. See if she's ok. Jack said to keep trying her phone."

"Right."

"She's been ok? Recently I mean. I know I only got this because she was sick."

"Yeah, as far as I know. She goes for check ups and stuff." He shrugged.

"And she would have said? If she wasn't well?"

"Yeah. Either me or Jack would know. She's known him since she was a kid. He worked with her old man."

"Jack is like what? 80?"

"Seventy nine." Gerry paused. "He's the oldest of us all. You know that."

"Yeah. That's what worries me. Steve told me he has a weak heart. He thinks the world of Sandra. I'm worried if anything has happened to her, what it'll do to him."

Gerry nodded. He knew Sandra was a surrogate daughter. He knew Sandra loved Jack just as much. He didn't know what he was going to do if something had happened to her. He jumped slightly as the phone in his hand burst into life.

"Sandra?" Sasha asked.

"Dan." Gerry answered as he pressed the accept call. "Anything?"

Dan stared at the two older men as he listened to Gerry. The late Spring sunshine causing him to squint.

"She isn't here. Car is missing from the drive. No sign of life. Jack is with Mrs Johnson."

"That nosey old bat? If there's anything to worry about she'll know." Gerry paused as he felt Sasha rest a hand on his arm. He looked up to see Strickland and Ted watching him. The younger man and the new recruit looked on the verge of tears.

"Get back here." Gerry ended the call as Strickland took Sasha's hand. He looked almost ashen as Gerry ended the call. "Sir?"

"Traffic police contacted me ten minutes ago."

"Go on." Steve urged as he joined them. The Scotsman frowned as Strickland took a deep breath. "Och, out with it man."

"The RTC on Broadway. The driver of the artic Lorry died on impact."

"That's awful." Sasha stated. The men around her nodded.

"The cars involved included a Skoda Fabia and a 14 plate Audi TT."

"Sandra drives an Audi." Ted whispered. Gerry felt sick. Sasha bit her lip.

"Yeah, all they knew initially was that the driver was a blonde female in her early 50s. She wasn't identified until."

"Oh my God." Sasha looked away.

"Where is she? Because she ain't dead. I know that much." Gerry glared. "No way."

"She's been airlifted to Queens. It's bad- that's all the officer could tell me. They cut her from the wreckage- just before the car engine caught fire."

"But she's alive?" Ted had to clarify.

Strickland nodded.

"She was when she left the scene of the accident."

Gerry ran a hand over his face in shock. Steve swore.

"Ted, you tell Jack and the boys. I'm going to the hospital."

"You are not driving in that state." Steve decided. He marched into the main UCOS office. "Cmon then."

"Go." Sasha paused. "Gerry; she needs you. I'll bring Jack later, keep us informed, yeah?"

"Yeah." He nodded before almost running out of the room.

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