Michele bounded into work with a smile on her face. Last night had been great. Greg had been so gentlemanly and lovely. Her optimistic mood was instantly dampened by the glum faces that greeted her at the ambulance station.

'Someone to see you in the briefing room.' Someone called out as she stood in the doorway. She wandered through to find Nick standing with two other people she recognised as Sara and Morgan.

'Hi guys. Anything I can help you with?' She tried to smile at them but the worry in their faces soon became mirrored in her own. 'Its Greg- isn't it?'

'Yes erm yes it is ma'am.' Nick avoided eye contact with her, instead focusing on her boots. 'He's missing.'

'Missing?'

'Yes. So we believe. He hasn't shown up for work today, he isn't at his flat and no one's seen him since last night. His car's missing too. Do you have any idea where he could have gone?'

'No. I-. No.' She shook her head and perched on the chair next to her.

'When was the last time you saw him?'

'We went to dinner last night. He, erm, he then dropped me back at my house and left around 11.'

'So you've not seen or heard from him since?'

'No. I haven't. Sorry that I can't be more use.'

'I'm sorry this has happened.' Nick turned to face Morgan, who in turn looked towards Michelle.

'You've been relieved of duty for the next few shifts. You're more than welcome to join us at the crime lab if you want.'

'Thanks Morgan. I'll be over soon. I just need to grab a change of clothes from my locker.'

Michelle walked in a dazed state from the briefing room to the locker room. She collected her things and gratefully accepted the ride back to the crime lab with Morgan, Sara and Nick. Her eyes glazed as she stared vacantly out of the window.

'This is your flat yeah?' Nick was pointing to a building on the screen.

'Yes.'

'And Greg left around 11?'

'Yes.'

'Did he say where he was going?'

'Home.'

Nick sighed. So far they had no leads on where Greg was or who was with him. There was nothing that Michelle could tell them that was of any use. There was a pat on his shoulder, drawing him away from his thoughts. It was Michelle.

'He didn't go his usual way home. He said that here was a tonne of traffic on his usual route due to road works but I can't remember what the new route is.'

Nick rewrote the mapped route on the screen, avoiding a small road with road works going on. There was a knock at the door. Brass.

'Patrol officers have found his car. A pretty small lane a couple of miles away. I'll meet you there.'

Nick and Michelle climbed into Nick's car and sped to where Greg's car was.

'Blood.'

'What?'

'Blood.' Nick pointed to some small drops of blood on the road. He pulled out a swab and checked the red liquid. Definitely blood. 'Maybe Greg's.'

'How much?' Michelle was reluctant to ask. She was all too aware how significant blood loss meant death.

'Not enough.' Nick knew what the real question was and answered it instead of the fake one originally posed to him.

Brass approached them from the other side of the car.

'There's no paint transfer or any damage to the exterior of his car. I don't know why he stopped.'

'Maybe he broke down.' Michelle stood up from where she had been crouching next to Nick and walked to the front of the car, then a little way down the road, Nick and Brass ignored her and continued speculating.

'Doubt it. We popped the bonnet and it all looks fine.'

'Then why'd he stop?' The question hung in the air.

'To help.' Michelle's voice found the men.

'What?'

'Someone was here. Look at the mud.'

She was right. There were dents and shoe prints in the mud where it looked like someone had been sitting

'It could have been put there at any point. Loads of walkers and hikers use this lane.'

'How many of them were pregnant?'

Michele's question stunned Brass and Nick, leaving them speechless. Slowly Nick wandered closer to where Michelle was standing.

'That rocks been moved. Maybe by Greg. Whoever was here sat there and leant against it. Still, how do you know they're pregnant?'

'Pregnant women sit back. They lean against things at slight angles because it is more comfortable. Then look at the impressions just lower than the rock. That could be elbows. Pregnant women rest their hands on their stomachs or knees, again because it's more comfortable. Now look at the feet- they're spread a long way apart. This could be nothing or it could be that this person was in labour, or at least pretending to be.'

'Why would Greg stop though?'

'It's Greg. He's kind and caring. He'd do anything to help.' Her heart swelled at the thought of him.

'Does he even know anything about this?'

'Yeah. I had a delivery on my last shift and then told Greg about it in the evening. I told him how to help deliver a baby.'

'You two make quite the couple.'

'Thanks.' Michelle smiled despite herself.

Nick began dusting the rock for prints before making castings of the shoe and elbow impressions. He finished by taking the entire rock with him in the back of his car.

'We'll find him Michelle. I promise.'