A/N: Hi guys I'm back! God, I'm soo soo sorry but I had a hectic last few weeks and couldn't find a time to update. However I have a free three months so expect to be bombarded with email alerts about new chapters :P I hope you're still with me,though I don't blame ya if you're not I just wanna saya HUGE thank you to all my lovely reviews, normally I reply individually but I couldn't even get a chance to do that. I really appreciate the support it makes me smile :D

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Part nine

"Mrs Richardson?" Danny knocked on the front door of the house he had visited with Steve two days before with the news no mother should have to hear. After waiting four minutes but receiving no answer, he crept cautiously round the side of the building; hand going to his holster instinctively.

"Mrs Richardson?" He repeated, louder this time. "It's Detective Williams from Five 0. I have a few more questions about the night your daugh- the night Kelsey disappeared."

A creak from behind the man made him spin round, defences high. He didn't know what he was expecting but he found himself face to face with a slightly taller older male with a bald head and deep worry lines on his forehead.

"Can I 'elp you mister?" He was British, that much Danny could figure out.

"Um, I'm looking for Mrs Richardson? Do you know if she's in or-"

"Oh you must be 'ere about Kelsey, terrible thing that; such a sweet girly too." The unknown male tutted as he shook his head. "Sorry where are my manners? Terry Gibson, I live four houses down."

He offered Danny a grimy hand to shake and the detective took it cautiously.

"Detective Danny Williams, I work for the governor's task force. Did you notice anything or anybody unusual in the neighbourhood last week?"

"Detective eh?" Terry's head cocked to the side as he considered Danny's question. "Not that I can recall no. The wife likes an early night, so we're normally upstairs about ten. It's a quiet estate, this one, no trouble here. Well not usually anyway."

Danny's brow furrowed; this man had appeared around the back of the Richardson's household without a sound and hadn't offered any sort of excuse whatsoever.

"Right, okay. So do you know the Richardson family well?"

Terry shrugged his shoulders as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans.

"I saw 'em out and about in town, been to dinner a couple of times. I offered to take care of their house this week; they couldn't bear staying 'ere so they went to visit relatives somewhere in Ohio I think."

Satisifed with this answer for the time being Danny nodded his head, taking a business card out of his own card and offering it to the neighbour who took it without a word.

"My number if you think of anything else." He nodded once again in a farewell and started to walk towards the Camaro, where it was parked behind a van that hadn't been there when he'd arrived.

"Hey detective!" Terry's voice carried through the still air. "Be careful how you go."


"Danny?" Steve called, unlocking the door of his house and letting the air conditioned breeze embrace his slightly sweating skin. He made his way through the lounge towards the kitchen carefully as if expecting his partner to jump out and surprise him.

"Danny, I have malasadas!"

Steve frowned when he didn't receive an answer and backtracked his way through the house making his way up the stairs to the bedroom instead. Finding it empty he mentally cursed the stubborn blond for not simply obeying one order to stay in the house for six hours. Focusing his gaze on the neatly made bed, he noticed a piece of paper lying on the pillow that Danny had been occupying the night before.

Picking it up, Steve felt his stomach drop to his feet as the six words, in Danny's unmistakable handwriting jumped out at him.

Sorry I have to do this.

A/N: Half ten and I've been listening to She spreads her wings by Semisoni for like an hour, I'm tired :P Good? Bad? Please let me know and I promise the update won't be so long xxx