Disclaimer not mine. Very short chapter, life has been insane lately!

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Jack stared at the mousy haired woman in front of him and listened to Gerry explain who they were. He had a bad feeling about the skinny woman but had no idea why. To look at the woman could have been any middle aged housewife in the Greater London area. There was no way anyone would have guessed she was a potential suspect in a thirty year old suspicious death or a perverting the course of justice. He knew Brian would have said he was being irrational but gut instinct had saved his life more than once during his time on the force.

"So where is Frankie?" Gerry asked. He tried his best charm smile as Kathy stared up at him. The edge of the red front door in her hand. He knew she was likely to slam the door in his face.

"No idea."

"Ok." Jack started. "We can ask you what we want to ask him. Either you put the kettle on and we do this here or we make it more formal and go down the station."

"What the bloody hell are you on about?" Kathy glared at the older man, completely unaware that neither Jack or Gerry could formally arrest anyone these days. Gerry smiled again before stepping into the house.

"Sandra Pullman and her Dad." He almost spat the words as Kathy drained of colour.

"Ah so you can help us." Jack glared at her. "Milk, no sugar."

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Sandra opened her eyes as a paramedic leaned over her. Everything ached and she had no idea how long she had been laying in the flower beds of the nursing home car park.

"Hello, Love." The paramedic smiled kindly. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Sandra." She screwed up her eyes as she felt the blinding headache overwhelm her. She had no idea what was going on. Sleep seemed so much easier. She felt her eyes fall closed as the voices seemed further and further away.

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Brian stared at the computer screen as Emily and Clarky discussed what they were going to do next. It seemed that the case had finally hit a dead end. He shook his head and sighed as he realised without Sandra working the case there was very little organisation.

"You pair." He started as Pushkar walked in looking as though he had seen a ghost. "You three." He ammended as Pushkar ran a hand over his face.

"You ok?" Emily looked towards her friend as he leant against Jack's desk.

"Where's Jack and Gerry?"

"Gone to find Kathy Lennard." Brian answered. "Why?"

"I just spoke to the front desk." He paused as Emily and Clarky gave him their full attention. "An ambulance was dispatched to the nursing home where Sandra's mum lives. A female fitting Sandra's description was found laying unconscious in the flower beds beside the car park. "

"Oh my God." Brian got to his feet. "Call Gerry."

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Jack sat in the armchair opposite the mousy haired woman as Gerry stared at her.

"So." Jack began as Kathy glared at him. "Do you know where Frankie s? We know you live here, with him."

"Well, you know nothing." She glared at him. "You haven't got a clue."

"Why don't you enlighten us?" Jack tried his best to remain calm, knowing she was the only lead they had to what was effectively Sandra's past. Neither men knew anything about the attack on their friend other than Frankie had lied to her. Gerry shook his head sliightly before pulling his phone from his jacket pocket.

"Sorry. Brian." He got to his feet and walked into the hallway as Jack nodded before continuing to question the woman. He heard Gerry return to the room, clearly angry and upset.

"Gerry? What is it?"

"Sandra is in hospital. On life support." He glared at Kathy as Jack got to his feet. "I'm going to the hospital, I aint got time for her." He nodded towards Kathy. Jack got to his feet and pinched his nose in thought.

"What hospital?"

"St Thomas."

"Right, we'll be back." He glared at Kathy before ushering Gerry out of the door.

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A/N more soon.

"So, em