disclaimer not mine. I seem to be a tad predictable these days! Hope you didn't find this too obvious Camille.
Memories
"Matty." Ronnie walked up to the younger man. "What happened?"
"She's awake." Matt stared at the floor.
"That's fantastic. That's absolutely brilliant." Ronnie smiled. "Hold on, why the long face? This is what you wanted. Alesha on the mend." He watched as Matt closed his eyes, clearly on the verge of tears.
"Yeah." Matt nodded. "Of course it is. I've been praying for her to open her eyes."
"Well then." Ronnie watched as tears filled Matt's eyes. "What is it, son?"
"She doesn't remember me. She looked at me like I was a stranger." Matt looked away, he felt sick as he remembered the way she had looked at him. "She said, 'sorry, do I know you?'"
"Oh mate." Ronnie shook his head. "That'll be all the drugs still going through 'er system. She's bound to be a bit confused."
"Yeah." Matt nodded. "Yeah, maybe."
"Look, James tore Irene Philips to shreds in that witness box. Patrick is in there this afternoon."
"I thought you were." Matt sniffed.
"Nah, done my bit. That Julian is like a dog with a bone. Never lets up."
"All the days are merging into one." Matt sighed. The clouds overhead threatened to burst.
"Yeah." Ronnie nodded. "Anyway, perhaps it was that fuzz all over your face that made her wonder who you were. Go home, have a shave, spend some time with Cam and then come back here. She'll remember you when she can. And when she does she is going to need you more than ever. It's not everyday your mother tries to kill you." Ronnie sighed.
"So, you think it was Irene?"
"Looks like it. Proof isn't going to be easy to find."
"Nah." Matt sighed. It isn't."
"No son." Ronnie sighed before turning to look him in the eye. "But if it was her then we will find it. And Alesha will be ok. She will remember you. Give her a chance to come round. Yeah?" Matt nodded as he listened to his friend. He hoped he was right.
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"It was a toxin." Joy stated as she walked into the almost empty MIU office. "Where's Ronnie?"
"At the hospital with Matt and Angie." Sam stated as he turned to see the blonde scientist scowl. "Can I help you?"
"Angie came to see me but I have a feeling it was on Ron's say so."
"And?" Sam found the scientist abrasive at the best of times. After spending most of the day at the Old Bailey he wasn't finding this to be the best of times. He watched as she stepped further into the office.
"Where's DI Chandler?"
"A meeting with the CPS." Sam stated. "What have you found?"
"Angie's hunch was right. Alesha was poisoned. A neurotoxin transmitted via touch. That is to say via skin to skin contact."
"So Alesha was poisoned? That's why she fainted and hit her head."
"That's conjecture at this point but I wouldn't bet against it." Joy pulled a file out of her bag and dropped it on the desk. "It's all in there. I've got a PM waiting to be done." She got to her feet and walked out of the room, leaving Sam to watch her go.
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"Alesha." Natalie walked into the hospital room as Alesha lay staring at the ceiling.
"Hi."
"You ok?"
"I think so." Alesha sighed. "The doctors say I need another brain scan tomorrow."
"Right." Natalie nodded. "And do you remember me?"
"I know I know who you are. I just." Alesha sighed. "It's so frustrating. I know I was talking to someone and then I wake up here. I know I was more nervous than I ever had been in a long time."
"You have known me for years." Natalie smiled. "I'm the DI of MIU. It's where Matt, Ronnie, Sam and Angie work. You are a junior Crown Prosecutor working with James and Jake."
"You aren't supposed to tell me all this are you?" Alesha smiled.
"Probably not." Natalie smiled. "But then, considering what I do for a living rules were never my strong point. Matt loves you. He always had. He has been sat here day and night waiting for you to wake up. That little boy, Cameron is so loved it is unbelievable."
"I am trying."
"I know luv." Natalie nodded. "Try a bit harder eh? For Matt and that baby of yours."
"I will." She yawned. "I am trying. I know I know him. I know I feel something for him. I just don't remember the details."
"Details are irrelevant." Natalie smiled. "Unless you want specifics. I will tell you Matt Devlin is a good lad. He is a bloody good copper and he worships the ground you walk on." Alesha smiled slightly. She blushed as Natalie talked. "You and that baby of yours."
"Natalie." Alesha turned to face her. "What if I don't remember him? What if I've forgotten my own baby?"
"You haven't. It's all in there." She tapped Alesha's forehead. "It's just got to find it's way back to the front of your mind. "
"Yeah." Alesha closed her eyes.
"Get some sleep. I'll find the lads." Natalie slipped out of the room as Alesha fell into a dreamless sleep.
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James stared at the paperwork in front of him, determined to find the one fact that would ensure Irene joined her husband in prison. He knew that someone had been helping Patrick while he was on the run. Someone had to be hiding him when half the Met had been out looking for him. He had to have found out Alesha's location from someone. He had no idea who would have told him but Irene Philips was top of his list.
"James." George stood in the doorway of the office. "How was court today?"
"Busy." James sighed. "Irene Phillips is hiding something. I intend to find out what."
"Natalie Chandler called. The tox screen Angie Morgan requested came back positive. Alesha was poisoned. Only thing is, Patrick Philips is not on trial for that. Tread carefully James."
"Tell Jake that not me."
"Work with Jacob Thorn on this one. Make sure Patrick Phillips pays for what he did to our Alesha." George's soft Scottish accent hardened slightly as he spoke. James nodded, knowing he would do his best to make sure Patrick Phillips spent a long time in prison for what he did.
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Matt walked back into the ITU to see Alesha sleeping. She laid on her side, curled up with her eyes closed. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Matt felt his heart breakas he watched her. "Lesh." He held her hand as he watched her.
"No." She whispered as Matt squeezed her hand.
"It's a dream." Matt sighed. "Come on Lesh, it's just a dream."
"NO!" She opened her eyes to see Matt staring at her. Breathing heavily she tried to compose herself.
"Alesha?"
"Bad dream." Alesha sighed. "I."
"What is it?" Matt knew she was struggling to work out if she had remembered something or if it was her mind playing cruel tricks.
"I think I remember why I left home so young." She hugged her knees to her. " I think I remember."
"What?" Matt didn't want to push her. Alesha shook her head.
"Didn't I tell you before? When we met?"
"Not really." Matt sighed. "I know you have a cousin you keep in contact with. She's away."
"Martha."
"Yeah."
"Cameron has a health visitor appointment next week." Alesha covered her mouth with one hand. "Oh my God. I remembered." Matt smiled. "I remembered my baby. Our boy."
"Yeah." Matt blinked back the tears as Alesha tugged his hand. In seconds she was in his arms as she cried. Matt closed his eyes and tried not to let the tears fall. "It's ok, it's going to be ok." He kissed her hair, relieved when she didn't pull away from him. Ronnie's words spun round his head. He knew his friend was right, he had to look after his family. There was no way Patrick or Irene Philips were going to touch them again.
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A/N Not much left. Please review.