Minds raced and stomachs churned as the news did its best to settle. Chandler's fists clenched under the desk and if he bit down any harder, he was sure a tooth would chip. Endless responses and courses of action, mostly involving him and a gun, crossed his mind and as he tried to calm the rapids of his mind, Miles spoke.

"The good thing is, if you can call it that, now we can arrest them. We couldn't move before. They'd locked us in with their identical DNA but now … well, they've just saved us shit loads of work. I've just rung round and the warrant is being fast tracked. We'll have them by this time tomorrow."

"We still have to find them. They're clever. " Joe's words were quiet but the fight was slowly easing back into them.

"Nope. They're not." Miles was grinning, not at the situation, but at the salvation he now got to deliver to his broken hearted boss. "Not nearly as clever as they think they are. See, they wanted to build a name for themselves, get themselves on the map. We have a file as big as your dictionary on them, we've just never been able to use it. Every crime, every injustice and every hiccup caused by them has been covered up, traced to someone else or just turned out to be a dead end. They've never been charged with anything 'cause we could never prove anything. Uniform have their names and address burned into their skulls with all the arrests they've made. But now…" He bent slightly to look into Chandlers eyes. He wanted to see them spark when the thought clicked. "Now, we have so much evidence, Billy Flynn couldn't get them off."

Just as expected, the glint arose. Chandler looked up, eyes shining at Miles - admittedly somewhat from pain - and allowed a small grin to spread across his face. And for once, he didn't feel the need to take it down. They had them.

The day turned to night and the station was abuzz. The loudest coffee machine couldn't be heard over the cross referencing, chasing up and ordering being done by every member of staff. Not a single officer had left to go home and every single one had refused over time. This was personal and it was their pleasure to be there. As the warrant was still being processed, the station was making busy with the other tasks, equally important. When the scumbags were brought in, they would have every piece of dirt they could produce ready to present to any official who need see it. Previous warnings, arrests, records and statements were collected to form one of the biggest files criminal files they'd ever seen. And sitting right on the top, easily accessible and rating highest in importance was the fresh meat. A copy of the CCTV tape, having been saved and backed up on three different systems was taped inside an envelope, also taped down. Under the envelope lay one of the copies of Kent's statement, screen shots of the footage and the DNA report personally delivered by Llewellyn, who was even staying behind herself. There wasn't much she could do but even providing the Detectives with coffee was good enough for her right now.

As the door to the incident room burst open, two men strode in, clearly aware of the hurry. A detective, about 40 years old, carried a folder close to his chest. Next to him stood a second officer, in uniform, presumably for support… or something else.

As the former detective walked forward, meeting Chandler in the centre, the rest of the room rapidly stopped talking, leaving only a few mumbles to fill the air.

The warrant, enclosed in a sealed folder was gently passed to the DI with a slight look of nervous encouragement and the eyes of the room fell on him, waiting for the next move.

Noticing the change in atmosphere and the increase of men in a room usually inhabited by only a select few, Chandler felt a sudden wave of pressure. He could feel his forehead starting to sweat and he had butterflies in him stomach from anticipation. The room was his.

…

"I want every uniformed officer still here downstairs and waiting. I need the armed squad to kit up and my team… with me. Everyone else, sit tight. We may need a back up team."

The influx of power he felt from issuing the previous commands gave him the energy he needed. As the room suddenly mobilised again, Chandler felt a pat on the back. He turned to see Miles smiling with encouragement and pride.

"Come on then Sir, we've got criminals to catch."