A/N: Thanks again to everyone who's reading/reviewing, Skins is my favourite fandom to write for as people actually give feedback, always nice to know people are enjoying my writing. Anyway apologies if this chapter has any mistakes/typos etc., I've double checked it, but I did a late shift at work and then instead of having my day off today I went in for an early shift this morning (the joys of middle management) so have yet to go to sleep.

Katie hated Bristol. She hated the unfamiliar streets and she hated the people. God did she hate the people. She had spent her entire first day in the city driving around, trying to get people to look at Emily's photograph. Few people had even given her the time of day, and most of those who did were spotty teenage boys who were more interested in her cleavage than the photo she was holding. Her mood had taken a turn for the worse when her mother had phoned at lunch demanding to know where she was. At least James hadn't snitched on her. She had lied about going out with a few friends to try and take her mind off Emily. Her mother had gone off on one about needing her children with her in her hour of need, like it hadn't taken her three days to notice her youngest daughter was missing. She had promised to be home by Saturday lunch, to be there when Emily was returned home. In all honesty she had stupidly thought she would be able to find her sister before then. Fuelled by anger and a fierce need to protect her younger twin she had thought she could just go to Bristol, show Emily's photograph around a bit and miraculously get some clues to her disappearance. She had given up trawling the streets at around midnight and booked a hotel for two nights.

The hotel room was clean and lavishly decorated. The kind of place where a doorman kept the riff raff outside. As Katie lay in bed, wrapped in a thick robe and eating breakfast, she wondered what kind of place Emily was being held in. Was she being fed? Was she warm? Katie couldn't imagine how scary it would be to be taken off the streets and held hostage somewhere miles away from home by god knows who. Were they treating her kindly? Had they kept her tied up? Hit her? Was she in pain, lying in the dark somewhere all alone? For all her uncertainties Katie could be sure of one thing. Emily was alive. She didn't go in to all that feeling your twin's pain crap, but she was still certain she would know if Emily were dead.

The ransom drop was scheduled for three o'clock. She still had time to hit the streets for a few more hours before she would have to start driving back. She changed in to a pencil skirt and a blouse and tied her hair up, trying to look respectable so that people would pay attention to her when she approached them on the street. She knew it was a longshot, but maybe someone had seen Emily in Bristol, or knew something about her abduction and would help Katie to get her back. She would do anything she could to get her sister back home where she belonged.

Naomi was acutely aware that she was hungover the second her eyes opened. It was midmorning and her head throbbed and her mouth was painfully dry. Cheap vodka did not agree with her. Pushing the bed covers off of her she noticed she was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Not bothering to get changed she made her way out of her room, stumbling down the hall. She paused outside Emily's door and put her hand on the handle. She considered going in and seeing how she was doing. Thinking better of it she carried on down the hall and slowly trudged down the stairs. The smell of bacon and grease hit her as soon as she walked in to the kitchen and her stomach lurched. Cook greeted her with a grin. "How's the head?" His voice was like a jackhammer to her fragile skull as she slumped in to one of the kitchen chairs, cradling it in her hands. "Want a sarnie?" He waved a bacon sandwich in front of her face.

"Fuck off Cook." She grumbled, pushing him aside to fill a glass up with water. She leant against the sink, taking deep breaths and trying not to throw up.
"Big day today." He sat down at the table and stuffed his face. "I'm meeting Keith at two. Money's being dropped off at three and as soon as it gets dark Keith's sending some boys down to pick up our girl up and take her back home. Then tonight, me and you are going out and getting fucked up girlie! Get some pills, meet some girls-"

"I'm going home tonight and sleeping in my own bed. I don't plan on leaving it for a month." Naomi groaned. The sooner she got away from Emily and the cottage the happier she would be. She needed time to herself to sort her head out. Effy would not be happy if she didn't go out, but she was in no mood to be socialising.
"Come on Naoms." Cook whined, his voice grating on her fragile nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
"I said fucking no, ok!" She snapped at him with a glare. He held his hands up in mock surrender.
"Jesus, don't get all fucking pissy just 'cause you're hangover." She rolled her eyes at him and stormed out of the kitchen.

She had a shower and changed in to some clean clothes. She crawled back in to bed and pulled out her laptop. She spent a couple of hours messing about, checking her e-mails and wasting time on Facebook. Despite her better judgement she typed Emily's name in to the search bar. It brought up the other girl's page. There was a blonde girl in her photo with her. The girl, whom she guessed was Freya, had her arm around Emily and they were both smiling at the camera. She read through her page, most of the comments were from a guy called Jeremiah Jones. He had curly hair and a wide smile, revealing his braces. Emily was in his profile picture. She looked different in his photo though. Her fingers were stuck up behind Jeremiah's head while her tongue was stuck out at the camera. She looked younger somehow. Happier. "I'm off." Naomi almost caught her hand as she slammed the lid down on her laptop. Cook stood at her door, a cigarette hanging from his lips and a cup of coffee in his hands. He sat the coffee down on the bedside table and offered her a wary smile. "I'll give you a call ok?"

Naomi got out of bed and pulled him in for a hug. "Sorry." She mumbled in to his shoulder. For all his faults James Cook was still her best friend. He was the guy who brought her coffee when she was hungover and gave her a mouthful when she was doing stupid shit. Like getting off with a girl they were holding captive. He was like an older brother to her. For all they could fight like cat and dog they were still like family.
"For what?" He pulled back and kissed her forehead with a wink. "Be good Naomikins. I'll call in a few hours." Cook was reluctant to leave Naomi alone in the cottage with the Fitch girl. He knew her head was all over the place, but he had to meet Keith and wait for the drop.

He left the car in the drive, not wanting to be pulled over on the way back. He had yet to go to Keith's bar and not get drunk. It took him forty minutes to walk through the woods and reach the bus stop that would take him in to the city centre. When the bus finally reached the city centre terminal it was another ten minute walk before he would be at Keith's pub. He was definitely ready for his first pint as he stepped off the bus. "Excuse me." He almost walked straight in to a young woman. He froze as he took her in. She was small and slim, except for her hair she was Emily Fitch's double. "Could you take a look at this photo? This is my sister Emily. She's missing and I think she's in Bristol. Have you seen her?" Her voice was similar to Emily's, except it wasn't as husky and she had a slight lisp. He took the photo in his hand, staring at it and trying to buy himself some time to think of what to say.

He shook his head and gave the photograph back. "Sorry luv. I ain't seen her. She run away or something?" He tried not to sound too interested. His heart was pounding against his chest. Katie sighed as she took the picture back from him.
"You're the first person to ask that. She was taken. Sunday night. I've been here for two days asking if anyone's seen her. Most people just ignore me. Arseholes." She sneered at a few people waiting for busses. Cook guessed they had been some of the people who had ignored her.

"How can anyone ignore you babe?" He stuck to what he did best and laid the charm on thick. Katie barely supressed another sneer. "I'm sorry about your sister. She looks a nice kid. I'll keep my eyes open."
"Thanks." Katie relaxed a bit. Though she obviously wasn't taken by his charm she didn't suspect that he had been holding her twin hostage for the better part of a week.
"I hope you find her."

He left Katie canvassing people at the bus stop as he resisted the urge to run to Keith's pub. He had to keep his cool and not arouse suspicion. Katie's or Keith's. The last thing he wanted was his uncle finding out that Emily's sister had tracked her down to Bristol. It was too much of a coincidence for her to accidentally turn up in the city. She had to know something.

By the time he reached his uncle's pub he was desperate for his first pint, and maybe a tequila chaser to go with it. Cindy greeted him from behind the bar and pulled him a pint of Carling. It was more head than anything else, but he drank it anyway. Free beer was free beer. His uncle's twenty-six year old girlfriend couldn't pour a pint to save her life, but her fake tits and short skirts kept the punters happy. "Keith's gone to see Johnny." Cook put his pint back down, it left a foul taste in his mouth. Johnny White was a local hardman. He and his family controlled most of the crime in Bristol and were behind Emily's abduction. Cook did not like the idea of working with him, but he had found out too late that White was involved.

"I'm back you dozy mare!" Keith appeared behind the bar and slapped Cindy on the backside. The young barmaid giggled and set about pouring another two pints.
"Alright?" Cook took the second pint he was offered as he addressed his uncle Keith. "How's tricks?"
"Never better Cook my boy! Never better! We've had word that the Fitches have got the message this time. The drop's scheduled for three o'clock on the dot. Bill and Ben will pick it up then come back up to fetch the girl." Bill and Ben were the unfortunately named brothers who had taken Emily from outside her parents' home in London. They were cousins of Johnny's and had fewer than three brain cells between them. Cook felt uneasy at leaving Emily to their care. The last time Cook had been at Keith's pub Bill had been loudly complaining about the little bitch who had cracked one of his ribs with a kick to his chest. He was itching for payback.

Cook paced himself that afternoon, sticking only to beer to try and keep a clear head. Naomi would kill him if he went back pissed. After his fourth pint he had made his mind up. He would take Emily back himself. Just drop her off in some little village on the way to London and let her find help. He did not want Bill anywhere near the tiny young woman he had been looking after for a week.

He was about to tell Keith this when his uncle's phone started ringing. He brushed Cook off, shoving another drink in his hand as he disappeared out the back. It was well after three by the time he came back. He trudged over to the table Cook was sitting at and sat down heavily on one of the wooden stools. His gut was pressed up against the table and he adjusted it to make himself comfortable. "Everything ok?" Cook quizzed. His uncle was no longer smiling and joking.
"Oh yes. Bill and Ben got the money, no coppers in sight. They're driving around for a few hours just to make sure they're not being following. Should be back by tonight-"
"Right, well I was thinking I could take the girl back. Just drop her off somewhere tonight and-"

"Slight change of plan son." Keith cleared his throat and took a large swig of whiskey from the bottle he had brought from behind the bar. "Johnny thinks they got the money too easy. He thinks they can pay more you see…he wants another twenty five." Cook's eyes widened at Keith's admission. He knew what was coming and he shook his head. His stool fell over as he snapped to his feet. "It's just another week Cook. Not even that. Thursday afternoon she goes home and you and blondie will get another five big ones for your troubles. That's five each, not bad for a two week holiday."

Cook scoffed at his choice of words. Keeping a young woman locked up in a room was far from his idea of a holiday. His uncle could see he was not convinced and so pulled out his wallet. It was almost as fat and bulbous as Keith himself. He took out a wad of notes and thrust them in to the younger man's hand. There was easily a grand there. "Let's call this an advance shall we?" Cook still wasn't convinced and he tried to hand the cash back. Keith put his hand out to stop him and his voice dropped to a harsh whisper. "If you and Blondie don't keep hold of her then Bill will be more than happy to. I don't think anyone wants that son, do you?"

Cook sneered as he snatched the cash back out of Keith's hand. "This is fucking bull shit man." He downed his pint and glared at his
grinning uncle. "She goes home Thursday! I'm fucking serious Keith!" He wasn't looking forward to telling Emily; or Naomi.