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Revenge

"What happened?" Meg stared at the man opposite her. She knew there was a reason she and Diefenbaker had been targeted. The fact Fraser was missing did nothing to quell her nerves, she knew her fiancé well enough to know that if there was trouble, he was usually at the centre of it.

"I had a call. This morning."

"And?"

"Bolt escaped." Welsh held her gaze. Meg narrowed her eyes slightly but showed no emotion. She knew he had to be wrong. There was no way Randell Bolt could have escaped from the high security prison he had been in since his arrest and trial.

"Inspector Thatcher." Meg took a deep breath as the baby kicked. "Meg?"

"When?"

"Last night. Well, early hours of the morning." He sighed heavily. "He murdered a prison guard before escaping. Ray and Kowalski have gone to find them at the Consulate."

"Chapman takes over today." Meg almost whispered absent-mindedly. She knew the Rays would have found him but she had no idea where they had got to. Both her and Welch knew there was no way it should take as long as it had for them to arrive at the Police Department. Welch nodded.

"So I hear. He any good?"

"He's competent."

"But is he any good?"

"No." Meg smiled slightly, knowing that the man opposite her was not relishing working with the grey haired man they had sent from Toronto to replace her. She didn't really blame him. Both turned as Elaine marched into the office.

"Knock!" Welsh shook his head as the woman merely raised an eyebrow.

"This is important." Elaine stated, unabashed.

"Isn't it always?" He sighed, knowing he would never get any of his junior officers to knock his door.

"What is it?" Meg watched as her friend tried not to panic in front of her.

"There's been an accident." Elaine started. "Well, we think it's an accident. I just spoke to Lennox in traffic. A car matching Ray's Buick has been driven off the road. They think there are at least four casualties; all male."

"Ray's car." Meg whispered as Welch crossed the room to her.

"And we are certain?" He held his junior officer's gaze. Elaine nodded.

"Yeah." Elaine nodded. "Vecchio called it in."

Meg nodded once before turning and marching out of the office. Elaine turned to watch her go.

"Elaine, I'm taking Francesca and Thatcher to the ER. I want you to talk to anyone and everyone Bolt may have come into contact with. Take Huey and Louis with you, it's about time they did some work." He stormed out the office calling Francesca's name as he went.

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"Ray." Fraser swallowed hard. "Ray. RAy."

"Frase." Kowalski touched his hairline as he spoke. "I'm here."

"You ok?" Vecchio spoke quietly, clearly shaken up by the accident. His left hand was wrapped in bandages and his arm hung in a broad arm sling.

"I think so." Fraser closed his eyes as he looked over to see his two friends stood at the end of the bed. Both looked as though they had been battered and bruised.

"You have a head injury." Fraser stated as Vechhio shrugged his shoulders.

"Would you notice the difference? He's always walking around as if he is semi concussed." Vecchio teased as Kowalski shot him a look.

"I have an ability to think out of the box." Kowalski conceded. "Spend too much time with him." He nodded towards Fraser as Vecchio rolled his eyes. Fraser smiled slightly as he realised both Rays were basically in one piece.

"Turnbull?" He dreaded to think what had happened to the hapless constable. "Meg?"

"On her way with Frannie and Lt Welch." Vecchio smiled slightly as Fraser sighed in relief. He knew that she was as much of a target as he was when it came to Bolt.

"Turnbull? Where is he?" Vecchio glanced at Kowlaski as the curtain around Fraser's bed was pulled back. Both were secretly relieved that they had been interupted by the pretty young nurse who had arrived to check on Fraser. Neither men knew what to say.

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