"Baby, wake up!" Hannah muttered for the third time, prodding Jo with her toe as the brunette groaned and refused to move. Trapped in her girlfriend's embrace, the red-head shoved her sideways so that she could climb out of bed. "Jo! We're going to be late!"

Glancing at the clock, the woman swore as she heard the doorbell ringing, knowing that it would be her oldest daughter dropping Dylan off on her way to work. Hurrying downstairs, Hannah gave Ellie a quick hug as she scooped her grandson into her arms. She settled him in the high chair with breakfast, before rushing upstairs to make sure the others were awake and have another go at dragging her girlfriend out of bed.

When it became glaringly obvious that she was going to be late, Hannah phoned Stevie and asked her to cover for half an hour or so. By the time Jo had left for the Travel Agents, the younger children had been dropped off at school or the child-minder's and she was on her way into the station, Hannah was relieved she'd warned her friend.

"What happened to you?" Stevie asked as Hannah rushed into CID, handing the blonde a cup of coffee as she passed. As the woman dropped into her chair and shrugged off her jacket, her friend wandered across the office and perched on the desk.

"Jo decided to get hammered at the pub and keep me up pretty much all night. Don't!" She warned as Stevie raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Then she refused to wake up this morning and has the worst hangover ever. Between her and the kids there wasn't a hope in hell I'd make it on time."

"This is why I don't have kids."

Hannah took a gulp of her coffee and shook her head. She lowered her voice and leant forwards conspiratorially. "Apparently Chesca didn't drink last night and then she suggested that Jo stayed over at hers when she was obviously too drunk to drive."

"No way?"

"Yeah… but Jo wanted to come home."

Stevie smiled. "I told you you should trust her. Even when she was hammered she didn't look at anyone else."

"I know, I know…"

"I hope you rewarded her for being such a good girl?" The blonde asked, her lips twitching as she did her best to remain serious.

Hannah raised an eyebrow and stood up. "I need to go and talk to Callum about the Sorrel case. Try not to fall over and injure yourself while I'm gone… I want to be around to laugh at you if that happens."

As she stalked out of the office, Stevie laughed sarcastically and Hannah stuck her tongue out. Heading down to the Sergeants' corridor, she poked her head around the office door and smiled at the man who was sitting at his desk, typing something on his computer. Callum held up a finger as he finished what he was doing. Then he looked up and smiled, leaning back in his seat.

"I'm guessing you're here about Sorrel?" He asked.

She nodded and pulled Jo's chair around to the front of Callum's desk. "Yeah, what did he say?"

"He's admitted being there, but he says he didn't attack Hussein."

"I'm assuming he's not telling you who did?"

"Nope." The man agreed with a shrug. "But there's no evidence to suggest that there was anyone else at the scene, so unless he starts talking soon we're going to charge him anyway."

"Let me speak to him." Hannah requested quickly, not able to reconcile herself with the thought of an innocent teenager being charged with murder.

"Han… he might just be lying to get himself out of trouble."

Shrugging, the woman nodded. "Yeah, he might. But he might also be telling the truth."

"He's not your brother."

"I'm well aware of that, Sargent Stone." She replied, raising an eyebrow. "But he's someone's brother… someone's son. We owe it to him and his family, not to mention the Husseins, to make sure we get the right person."

"Course… go on then." Callum agreed, heaving himself out of his chair and walking along the corridor with her.

They paused for a moment beside the desk, talking to the Custody Sergeant before Hannah was shown through to the cell where Sorrel was being held. He glanced up as the door opened and the red-head leant against the wall, folding her arms and surveying him carefully. The teenager rolled his eyes and hugged his knees to his chest, resting his head against them and avoiding her eyes.

When she didn't speak, he glanced up. "What d'you want? Come to ask me more stupid questions?"

"Maybe a couple." Hannah agreed. "But this isn't an interview." She moved to sit beside him on the bunk. "Look… I don't believe that you attacked Ali Hussein, but I think you know who did. My colleagues aren't convinced and if you don't give them anything then they're going to charge you with murder."

"Why do you believe me if they don't?" He demanded suspiciously.

"Because I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. So, are you going to talk?"

Sorrel snorted. "You can't do nothing to me compared to them."

"Them? Is this a gang thing?"

He narrowed his eyes and folded his arms. Realising that he had just ended the conversation, Hannah shrugged and retreated from the cell. She smiled at the Custody Sergeant who stepped forward to lock the door behind her and walked quickly back to the desk. Callum was leaning on it, flicking through a file while he waited, evidently wanting to know if she'd got anything out of the teenager.

"I think this is gang related." Hannah told him as they headed back towards his office. "Sorrel told me that we can't do anything to him compared to 'them'."

"There was no mention of Hussein being involved with a gang. How many different ones are there around the Larkmead, anyway? Three… four? And that's just the main ones."

"Surely it proves that there's more to this than we originally thought, though?"

Callum nodded slowly. "You might be right."

"Of course I'm right, love." She told him calmly with a shrug. Then she glanced at her watch and frowned. "Shit… I've got a meeting with the DI about this undercover op. I'll come and find you later, alright?"

He nodded as she hurried away, taking the stairs to CID two at a time. Slipping into the briefing room, Hannah took a seat beside Mickey, smiling weakly at Neil who sighed at her late arrival. He began talking them through the information that had come in from the three officers undercover in the Travel Agents. Hannah assumed that most of it must have come in from Jo and Ben, because Chesca hadn't told her anything important, although she'd written it all down and handed it to the DI anyway in her reports as the PC's handler.

"According to Chesca, there's a booking out to Bogotá in Colombia this Sunday, the 27th, in the name Colin Milbank and the return flight is Tuesday." Neil told them, writing the information on the board as he spoke. Hannah frowned; the information was completely new to her. "There have been several other flights to Bogotá over the past few months, with the return flights a maximum of three days later. My gut feeling is that it looks as though we could be dealing with the importation of drugs."

"Jo mentioned something about one of the girls working there getting annoyed when she heard that Jo had asked about Milbank." Stevie supplied quickly. "I think she said the girl was called Mandy Reynolds."

That name was scribbled on the board as well. Then Neil turned to look at them carefully. "OK, Stevie, look into her and see what you can find. Mickey, check out this Colin Milbank. Hannah, look into the accounts and see if there's anything connected to Colombia or Milbank. Vanessa, can you call your colleagues in Cardiff and see if there are any similar patterns at the branch of Henderson and Tweed's over there? Right, thank you." As they rose to leave, the DI cleared his throat. "DS McKay, can I have a word?"

"What's up, Guv?" She asked as soon as the door closed.

"I was just wondering why none of the information Chesca Monroe's given us was in your reports."

She frowned. "That's the first I've heard of Milbank and Colombia."

"Really?"

"Honestly, Guv. What reason would I have to withhold it?"

He shrugged and folded his arms. "That's what I was hoping you could tell me."

"There's nothing to tell. I'll ask Chesca why she didn't tell me when I speak to her later."

"Right. Make sure you put everything in your reports from now on."

Hannah nodded and left the office, biting her lip to prevent herself arguing. She knew that the PC hadn't told her about the flights when she'd spoken to her, otherwise they would definitely have been put in her notes. She'd even been writing about where the employees went on their coffee breaks in case it turned out to be important. The accusation that she might have been filtering what went into her write-ups was just insulting.

Not wanting to have to answer her colleagues' questions about what Neil had wanted, Hannah decided to take her lunch break early. Muttering something about needing to be somewhere to avoid awkward questions, she ducked out of the office and made her way down to the yard, wondering whether Jo would be free to meet up for lunch.