Its now been 59 days since I last joined fanfiction, and 57 days since I uploaded my first chapter. Its weird to think that because it seems that I've been here for so long! I a good way of course!
Anyway, thank you very much for all the reviews so far! We get a bit of Harry's POV in this chapter, and a little bit more of Maya's mission! So enjoy!

It was the fourth day of her work experience, not including her day off, which she had spent at the Lyell centre. And she hadn't really got any closer to finding out who her biological father was. Although she had talked in depth to Nigel about doing her own experiment comparing DNA, and he was going to start to help her to do it today.

She was going to collect profiles from her friend's family members. She was going to get all their permissions, and get DNA from them. She would then compare the profiles and discuss with Nigel to learn how to spot how and if people were related.

However she wasn't going to compare her friends DNA profiles. It would be hers, and her unsuspecting fathers. She was also going to put her Mamma's DNA in, as well as her Grandma's. Her grandma lived in a retirement home about 50 miles away. When she came over with her Mamma her Grandma came over with them, however she couldn't speak a word of English, and had severe dementia. She didn't remember Maya, and she still thought her Mamma was a girl. Her Grandma lived in the past.

But she didn't mind, she was never particularly close to her. It was always her Mamma she was close to.

So she had collected sterile swabs from Nigel in the morning. Needless to say that no one knew this was her plan. Now she had to think of how she was going to get the swabs from her potential fathers.

Harry watched her across the desk. She kept flicking her eyes up almost to check if he was watching her. Her collar bones were showing under her shirt. He remembered kissing them last night. He could just see the bite he gave her a few days ago. It was fading; just on the line of the shirt, a purple tinge that you wouldn't see unless you knew it was there. It made him feel proud, satisfied, wanted. He was used to seeing her come back from one of her useless men, not him. But now he had her. Not that she was an object, but he loved knowing that this was the woman was the woman he would hold in his arms every night.

Maya strolled into the room. She had an air of confidence about her which he couldn't put his finger on. It wasn't arrogance. But neither was she just pretending. Perhaps, unlike other teenagers, she knew herself. She knew her personality and what she wanted. It was determination. Why she was so determined he didn't know.

Maya smirked at the both of them. He supposed he knew why she was smirking at them. She had set them up on a date three nights ago. A blind date. Both thought they were meeting other people.

He remembered standing in the bar with a pint, his wallet out ready to offer his unknown date a drink. He wasn't really looking forward to the night; he knew it wouldn't go anywhere. It was quarter of an hour past the time that they were supposed to be meeting. He remembered looking around, wondering if they had missed each other. And then he saw her. Not the date he thought he was going with though. Nikki. His Nikki was sitting at the other end of the circular bar sipping from a large glass of wine.

She looked beautiful. She was wearing a dark purple lacy top, which hung off her frame perfectly, contrasting with the skinny jeans she was wearing which Harry knew she liked. He liked them as well. Loved her in them. Her hair was straighter than usual, but still had the luscious wave to sit that made him want to run his fingers through it.

It was killing him watching her look round impatiently, he presumed for a date. He remembered it dawned on him then that it wasn't a coincidence she was here. The chances of them being at the same bar, at the same time, both waiting for separate dates which he knew then wouldn't be showing up, was very slim. Maya had set them up.

When he saw Nikki take out the phone in her bag and check it, he realised that she was the only one he wanted. Maya was right. She was beautiful, lovely, and perfect for him. She looked around impatiently again, her lips thinning slightly with annoyance. And then their eyes connected. They filled with wonder and interest, before her mouth broke into a true Nikki smile. She looked away and shook her head laughing with disbelief as he walked over. He remembered laughing and joking with her. Then realising they were being stood up and then deciding to go for a meal. Then they discussed if what they were doing was a date. He knew he wanted it to be. And apparently she did. One thing left to another, and he had woken up to her head on his chest and her lying in his arms the next morning.

And now they were pretending that nothing was happening at work. But it was at home. He didn't think that she wanted everyone to know. Not yet.

Unfortunately Maya seemed to know. She had set them up. Of course she didn't know for certain, but he suspected she guessed. She seemed to have an uncanny ability for it. Anyway, Maya seemed to be pleased with her for it, and he was secretly thankful to her.

She pulled some swab kits out her bag and walked over to him.

"Harry, I'm doing an experiment with Nigel. Well, more of a project and I'm collecting DNA samples from people and my family so I can learn how to compare them and establish connections. Can I use yours?" Maya asked. She sounded so innocent and passionate about it that even if he wanted to refuse he couldn't.

"Of course, you know how to?" She nodded, and put on gloves before starting to get the swabs out.

She did it all perfectly, as he suspected really. She bagged it up and then turned round to Nikki. Nikki rolled her eyes pretending to be annoyed before announcing an overly dramatic sigh of 'fine' before smiling and opening her mouth for the swab. Again Maya did it well. She thanked them and scurried off to Leo's office, they both watched her take a sample from him as well before scooting down the corridor.

Leo appeared from his office looking slightly bewildered.

"Did she take your DNA as well?" he puzzled. They both nodded. "For her project right?"

"Yeah, although she did say experiment first which was a bit worrying." Harry replied before taking a sip of coffee.

"She's probably doing an experiment comparing human DNA to monkeys and has to take Harry's because his is most like a hairy ape." Nikki snored, which resorted in him throwing a pen at her, which she did dodge. Leo laughed at them before walking back to his office.

Harry turned back to Nikki, who gave him a tiny wink before working again.

Even Maya felt slightly pleased with herself. First two DNA samples from her potential dads were done. Now were the rest to do.

By eleven, she had collected 5 men's DNA. These included Harry's, Leo's, a lab technician called Simon, a Professor in ecology who helped with soil testing in the labs who she had met a number of times, and Nigel's. Out of these men she had narrowed down that they all had worked as part of the same team in the Lyell, and they had always lived in England.

She didn't know if any of them had spent summer 1994 in London because that was a slightly personal question. So she just hoped that one of their DNA showed up as being her Fathers.

She gave numbers to each sample so no one would know who it was. She wrote the numbers and names on a piece of paper and shoved it into her notepad. Nigel had said that he would start showing her how to make the DNA profile this afternoon with the DNA she had so far, so the whole process was going to be started soon.

Once she dropped the samples off in the lab she walked back to Leo's office with nothing to do. Was it bad that she was hoping for someone to die? Perhaps just an old person who had a quick painless death.

She decided to try and find and shadow someone doing work. Luckily she saw Leo was standing next to a table with Nikki in a lab room near his office. They were studying some samples of fibres they had found on the four Italians bodies that they had just discovered.

"So what is the fibre?" Maya asked after looking at them down the microscope.

"It's some kind of rope we think. It's fibres from the manila plant, which is one of the most common sources for naturally made rope. From all of the four victims that we have found that worked in La Migliore they all had this fibre under their nails." Leo said showing the four samples to her on the touch screen projector.

"And the killer wouldn't have noticed them because they were tiny and generally right under the base of the nail. This fibre breaks off easily but is very thin, similar to how hessian fibres are found." Nikki pointed out, showing pictures of the victim's nails. She was right, they were hardly visible, and Maya thought they could probably see them this well because the camera was so good.

"They pattern of them under the nail is similar to someone tugging or pulling the rope, but apart from that we don't really know where it's from." Leo sighed.

"Was there any record of this in the other victims that worked there?" Maya asked. The other two shook their heads glumly.

"But they weren't necessarily not on them, in the report on the PM they didn't find anything, but the fibres we found were miniscule, so they could have been missed." Leo replied. "What are you doing now?" He asked her suddenly.

"Nothing really." She replied sheepishly, she didn't like not doing anything after working so hard for this position.

"I'm going down to the police station to give them all the evidence we have on the Italians, and if would be useful to have your knowledge on the restaurant and the situation. Do you want to come?" Leo asked. She nodded.

"Yes please."

"Grab your bag and I'll meet you by my office." He said before addressing Nikki and giving her some work to do.

She sat in the car with Leo driving to the station. Out of the corner of her eye she was him glance at her a few times. Looked like he was thinking deeply about something.

"Does it bother you that your care worker doesn't know your birthday?" He blurted out. This had obviously been playing on his mind. He then blushed slightly, his demeanour became apologetic.

"No. She isn't my family and my friend. And she never has really cared about me." She replied honestly.

"But she is supposed to be." Leo voice rang with injustice, like he couldn't believe what she was saying. "That's her job to care."

"I don't want her to." It was true. She didn't want a replacement parent, some woman who was just pretending to be someone that cared.

"Do you have a Dad?" Leo asked. Her heart jumped. She wasn't expecting that question. She shook her head. Leo sighed, she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was in pity. She didn't know, or understand what emotion his face was showing.

They were at the police station and took her up to the DCI of the cases of all the Italians. Leo told him all the evidence and showed him the pictures of the fibres.

"I think they are definitely connected. I don't know how or why but there are too many similarities for this just to be a coincidence." The DCI replied after viewing all the evidence. Leo agreed with him. "I think we'll try and bring the manager and owner of the restaurant in for questioning. We did bring him in for the inquest of the suicides, but didn't get much help from him. He doesn't speak a word of English and is quite uncooperative."

"I could translate?" Maya suggested. She knew the manager, and she wasn't surprised he was uncooperative. He was a typical Italian old man. Fairly short, with a terrible temper but to friends and fellow Italian he was very merry.

The DCI looked at her slightly shocked as if he hadn't noticed her presence there before.

"I'm sorry; I don't know who you are." The DCI replied politely. She held her hand.

"Maya Rossi, nice to meet you." He shook her hand, he looked slightly puzzled. "I speak fluent Italian, and I know the manager slightly. He speaks basic English, so would be able to understand you. He won't cooperate because you have nothing to offer him. He's a typical Italian; they're used to bargaining, haggling. They like to bend the law as much as possible, never break it, just toe the line." She said. The poor DCI gawped at her slightly, however Leo chuckled.

"So Maya, what do you suggest we do?" The DCI asked which a smile.

"I don't know, you're the DCI." She replied bluntly. The DCI laughed and started to inform his team what she had told him. They all seemed to agree that the cases were connected, and very least the four Italians were.

But the same questions were asked over and over again. Why did they all come from the same restaurant? Why was it so irregular? And why did someone keep killing of Italians?

Thank you for reading! Please review as I have had a rubbish day (and previous week) and lots of review would make me happy. And it only takes a minute, and you can even suggest your own ideas which you would like to see, as I have done for H/N POV :)
Poppy xx