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The Female of the Species?

Meg was furious. She had been angry before, mostly at the two Rays and Fraser but this type of anger was new to her. She wanted to kill Randall K Bolt like she had never wanted to kill anyone before. It seemed so unfair that after all this time the man should come back into their lives. Now. After everything. She continued to stare at the bearded man as he smirked.

"Inspector Thatcher." He smiled as Fraser realised what was happening. He had been on the recieving end of one of Thatcher's looks on more than one occasion. He knew what it was like. He knew Meg. He knew she was buying time but for what reason he had no idea.

"I have something to say and I am not going to say it here. Like this." She glared at Bolt. "You carry on with your theatrics but you wont win. You will never win. If you pull that trigger it wont be the last you hear of me. I'll haunt you until the end of time."

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Elaine ran from the Bullpen as Francesca grabbed the phone on the desk. Diefenbaker barked for attention as Lt Welsh left his office.

"Where is she going in such a hurry?" Welsh yelled as Huey shrugged his shoulders.

"We have a lead." Francesca slammed the phone down.

"Explain Francesca, and make it quick." Welsh glared.

"You know the guy from the store on the corner? The Italian guy. Well I say Italian, he really is half Canadian, half Italian and his wife is from New York."

"Francesca."

"Sorry, sorry." She waved a hand in front of her face. "Well, he was in prison with Bolt until last May. He was a getaway driver in a bank robbery. Anyway."

"Is there a point to this Francesca?" Welsh willed her to get to the information.

"Yes! He rented his father's building to him. His dad was a property developer and died in July last year. Massive coronary. Very sad. Anyway he said Bolt offered him alot of money to rent the place. I mean the house is almost falling down so he was glad to get some money for the place." Francesca babbled.

"You have an address?"

"Yeah. The lakes."

"Get hold of Vecchio and Kowalski. Get Elaine to meet us there and Huey and Dewy better get their acts together." He stormed out of the Squad Room as she picked up her cell phone and followed him.

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"Ok." Vecchio replaced the radio on the dashboard of the car as Kowalski swung out in to traffic.

"What is it?"

"Elaine and Frannie have an address for this scumbag."

"At last." Kowalski smiled as he pushed his foot on the accelerator as Vecchio checked his gun. Both men knew the pain and fear the man holding Fraser and Meg hostage had caused over the years. As far as Vecchio was concerned. It ended today. This was the last time the man would be causing them problems. Enough was enough. The familiar stab of fear shot through his abdomen as he realised they may already be too late to save his friends.

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Elaine drove towards the address Francesca had written hurridly on a piece of paper. She knew the guys were following her but when she arrived at the scene she realised how far behind her they were. She closed her eyes and cursed as she left the car parked a little way up the hill. The house below was detached and looked as though a strong wind would blow the house down. She walked quietly towards the entrance as she imagined Welsh berating her for not waiting for back up. There simply wasn't enough time. Meg and Fraser could be dead by the time the others arrived. She couldn't let that happen. Quietly she drew her gun and crept into the derelict building as she heard the unmistakable voice of Meg Thatcher almost yelling at Randall Bolt. Before she knew what she was doing her gun was pointed at the grey bearded terrrorist.

"Let the lady say what she has to say in her own time." Elaine spoke calmly. It was only then they realised Fraser was laying pale and cold on the floor.

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