AUTHORS NOTE: So I've been voted mean for the last chapter *dances* so let's try and fix that.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the team.

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"You think I killed McAteer?" Stuart commented dryly biting back the urge to laugh at the stupid idiot that was sat in front of him. "First of all, McAteer was the prime witness in a case that I wanted proving. What results do I achieve in killing him?"

"What case were you looking into?"

"I was looking into the murder of Ronan McIntyre."

"That was ruled as suicide."

"Yes by McAteer who was later fired for taking backhanders from Morrison."

"You've done your homework."

"Isn't that the point of being a detective?" Stuart pointed out. He could sense his lawyer wanting to tell him to cut the crap but Stuart was having a little too much fun riding the idiots that were sat in front of him.

"Stuart, do you have any idea who would want to kill McAteer?"

"Are you seriously asking me that question?" He barked slamming his fists down on the table. "I have just found out from the man that he had the thing changed to suicide so that his stupid crack den wouldn't look bad. He was prepared to go on stand and say that he had done it. Do you think that would have made Morrison happy?" He challenged before leaning back in his chair.

"So you're accusing Morrison?"

"I'm accusing you of wasting my time." Stuart finally muttered after a moment or two of pause. "I think you were bored out of your mind and thought I know, we'll interrogate Stuart Fraser. I mean, how much evidence did you actually have to pull me in here?" The two detective's swapped glances and Stuart smiled. "I thought so. The only scrap of evidence you had to pull me in here was the knowledge that I had been there. Now can I go? I have my daughter waiting for me and my partner."

"Stuart..." The main detective started as he watched Stuart move towards the door. "Getting mixed up with Morrison is dangerous business. You should probably talk to your partner before you go any further."

"Thanks for the warning." He spat out before leaving the interrogation room, his hands trembling at his side as he realised that getting involved with Ewan's past really probably was the worst thing a detective could do.

***

He got the taxi to stop outside Burke's house. He threw the driver the money before climbing out of the car and running to the front door, banging on the door angrily. He didn't care who he woke up. He was past caring about anyone else now. There was something going on here and he wanted to know what it was.

"Stuart..." Burke started, speechless when Stuart pushed past him. Burke slowly closed the door. This erratic behaviour he expected off Robbie but Stuart. This side of Stuart scared him. He could see that Stuart needed answers and that he wasn't going to leave before he got them. "You don't want to mess with this anymore, Stuart. You're a promising detective. If you dabble with Morrison, your life could be over."

"What does he have over you, sir?"

"I'm in deep with the McIntyre case too, Stuart. Do you realise you could ruin me if you continue to dig up this case?"

"I just want the truth for Ewan's sake." Burke snorted as he shook his head.

"You need to go talk to your precious Ewan, son. He's keeping things from you too that will shock you." He explained before sighing. "I can't tell you anything but maybe he'll be able to explain it to you." Burke took a deep breath before looking at Stuart. "I understand that you hate me for doing this but until you stop dabbling in this, you're suspended."

"That's fine with me. I want to solve this case. I want to find out why Ewan hates everyone so much."

"Talk to him then."

***

Krystal McIntyre stepped into the nightclub, the tight dress clinging to every bone thanks to her anorexia and her hair was the only healthy looking thing about her as she flicked it back confidently. She moved up to the back office and sighed as she saw Morrison glaring at her. "Little Krystal, you're looking good. You must be having the time of your life with your new lifelines."

"Don't do anything to Stuart." She pleaded as she moved towards him. "He just wants to help Ewan forgive and forget his brother's wrong doings."

"He wouldn't have even known about Ronan if you had stayed away."

"I needed help, Morrison, and you know I did. Ewan was the only person in the world that would give me that help."

"No he wouldn't. You needed to use your little brat to convince him that he needed to help and it wasn't even him that surrendered. It was the angel that is his partner." He sneered at the woman. "How does it feel knowing that Ewan has found the happiness he always dreamt of with a guy or even worse, a detective?"

"Stuart's a nice man and Ewan deserves every bit of happiness that he gets. You, however, are a miserable man that needs to finally be put in his place. You're only doing this because Ewan is better than you." Those words had the affect she wanted on him and he stood up, the back of his hand smashing against her cheek.

"No one is better than me." He barked at her as he reached for a tissue, wiping the blood away from his hand. "No one and you'll do wise to remember that, Krystal." He warned as he watched her hold her face in her hands. Her lips had split and her cheek bone as a beautiful shade of red. It would be a beautiful bruise tomorrow morning. "Don't mention who gave you that if your pretty detective asks." He ordered before indicating for his security to remove her.

"Stuart won't give up, Morrison." She threatened. "He'll continue until he ruins you."

Morrison just stared after her and realised that her words did scare him. He was afraid of the detective.

***

Burke dropped him off at the house. "Don't come in tomorrow, Stuart."

"Alright boss." The use of the term made Burke smile as he reached over and squeezed his young detectives shoulder.

"I'm sorry about all this, Stuart. I do understand that you want to fix everything for Ewan but without the whole story, you won't get anywhere." Stuart sighed. How come so many people were making it clear that Ewan had something to add to this story? He nodded his head. "Phone me if you need anything."

"What are you going to tell them?"

Burke sensed he was on about Robbie and Jackie so he just sighed. "I'll think of something." He promised. "I'll phone you if I hear any news."

"Thanks boss." Stuart said as he climbed out of the car and moved up the steps to their town house. His hands trembling as he reached for the door handle and pulled it open. The living room light was on but the room was empty. He moved upstairs and found them both asleep on Ronan's bed. He had the urge to wake him up, force out now what it was that he wanted to know but he didn't have the heart. He flicked off the light and shut the door.

He heard the front door shut and he moved downstairs. "Oh my god..." He gasped at the sight of Krystal as she stepped into the living room. Her cheek was bruised, her lips bust and her eyes streaming with tears. "What happened?"

"I was attacked." She simply said as she curled into his shoulder but making sure that she didn't get any blood on his shirt. "I don't even know who by. I just know I've never felt so tempted to go and see my dealer."

"You didn't go?"

"I'm not fucking up now." She whispered to him as she held onto him, her thoughts haunted by the cold look that Morrison had sent after her. She doubted that she would be around much longer but she knew that Ronan was in safe hands.

"I'm proud of you." He said as he held onto her knowing that he couldn't alienate her. Krystal was his last chance at finding the truth out if Ewan backed away.