A/N: Back! Time for chapter two!

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It was a good few weeks before they saw Jess again.

They had made good progress on the murder case, a witness was willing to testify in court that he saw the suspect in the pub that night though he strongly denies being there, forensic evidence was mounting up against him making a happily workable case, the only problem was they were denied access to everything about the victim.

"Sir, I can't get anything..." Riley told him, "I'm having the same problem as down in forensics, everything is locked up tight and senior password protected,"

"Surely there's a way to get into the files somehow?" Kent asked appearing at her side and looking up at Joe, with those wondering brown eyes.

"No, look we need a password of someone far more senior on the chain of command than a DI," she pointed to the screen "Restricted, authorised personnel only, I don't mean to be rude sir but if you had access to this file we wouldn't need to open it, you would already know what was contained within it..."

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Jess glanced at her phone, although she didn't need to really, he had his own ringtone but sure enough the picture flashing up was him with the old teenage nickname of 'Heart breaker' across the top of the screen.

"What's the word humming bird?"

"How far does your security clearance go?"

"Access all areas hon, why? What's up?"

"I need your help."

That said he'd hung up after telling her to meet him at whitechapel police station as soon as was possible. Better get going.

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Jess felt nervous when all of a sudden the stressed out and frustrated gazes of three DC's and a DS as well as that of her old friend turned to her.

She laughed nervously, "Because that isn't scary at all..." She mumbled stepping carefully down the stairs as though a deer caught in the headlights. "What is it you need me for?" Her eyes grey eyes met Joes blue ones.

"This," he admitted gesturing to the computer on the desk beside him, sounding defeated, "We can't access any of the files, I'm wondering if you can?"

"Of course I can, but whether or not I can show them to you is a completely different matter," she sighed "I love you Joe but not enough to put my job in jeopardy... Especially not that much mister!"

"Okay, fine, but see this?" He pointed now to the practically empty whiteboard perfectly in the centre of the five, "That is literally everything we know about our victim, if there is something else we need to know before we charge someone with his murder then we need to know it Jess, what if we have the wrong man?"

His eyes never moved from hers, though she squirmed under his gaze.

"Let me make a phone call..." She pulled her phone from her pocket "Can I use your office?"

"Of course..."

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She emerged ten minutes later, "You have half an hour to get in, get what you need and get out, you can't print though, print screen, copy and paste do what ever but you cannot print directly from this file."

They all nodded and Jess signed them in.

"Half an hour," she warned "Go."

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Twenty minutes later they knew everything there was to know about their victim. Absolutely everything, including he'd been in witness protection, so now they were looking at other possible suspects.

"Thank you for that Jess," Joe smiled as he handed her a cup of tea

"No problem," she took a sip "Feels kinda good to help out an old friend ya'know," she was staring up at the whiteboards, highly interested in all of the crime history president cases, she grinned "Hey, I remember this one!" She jumped up from her perch on the spare desk, "I remember doing a case study on it at university, annoyed landlady, drunken man disturbing her girls she shot him in the chest and shoved his body in the cellar, no one knew anything until her husband needed to change the barrel a few months later when she was away... It was a study on how women could turn violent very quickly when feeling threatened."

"You did history at university?" Miles asked giving Joe a pointed look

"Yeah, specialised in crime history," She carefully took another sip of her tea, as though she could feel Mansell watching her, she turned to him "Want something buddy boy?" She asked raising her eyebrows at him.

Mansell shook his head and turned his attention back to the computer in front of him.

"Good."

At the desk to Mansells right, Riley smiled to herself; it was clear she liked Jess, and the two were similar in many ways when it came to personality, "We could use you around here more often, no one else can shut him up like that!"

Jess grinned, clearly she had made a new friend in Riley, "I can come by quite often when I'm not on assignment, that is if you don't mind Joe?"

He shrugged "No," why would he. It was fairly obvious to all of them that the two were close "There is however one condition,"

She pouted, she knew what was coming then.

"You talk to your delightful daddy about certain arrangements..."

She breathed a laugh, "What, the fact that we are currently living together? Or the bit where you were the only person I told I was coming home?"

"The first... I think he'll throttle me for not telling him the second" Joe smiled

"Deal!" Jess declared happily shaking his hand.

She grinned like someone who had just won first prize, and they all looked at her like she was an idiot, even Joe.

"Anyway, it's been a long day..." Miles hinted looking up at the clock "Pub anyone?"

"Sounds like a plan!"

Mansell jumped up from his seat, Riley did the same just not so quickly and Kent hesitated.

"Invitation applies to you too," Miles insisted looking at Jess

"Oh, sure! Why not? It's been ages since I went to a proper pub!" Jess then looked pointedly at Joe, "Don't you dare say no..."

He held up his hands in mock surrender "Okay, okay..."

"Good because as you well know I'm little miss no transport as well as little miss no home of her own at the moment" she pulled a face, "I hate importation laws..." She was aware of the strange looks she received now "My car is not a British citizen..."

"Let's get going,"

Miles lead the way out of the station to the car park Mansell hot on his heels.

"Clearly someone needs a drink?" Jess practically asked

"We do wonder sometimes..." Kent spoke for the first time since Jess got to the police station.

"Oh! Hello, Kent right?" He nodded, "Sorry, I haven't had much chance to speak to you,"

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A/N: Thoughts? ^.^