I don't own OG characters, I thank Tony Grounds for creating them...also I don't own Kirsty Young or crimewatch either!

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Again this is dark...as you will read, but I will try to not make it too distressful to read.

Your ref: This story began 3 months after the very end of Molly's choice...

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SKIATHOS

Molly tossed and turned in the bed. It was a hot, stuffy room she slept in. She was dreaming again...silent dreams...all she could see was silent black and white pictures in her head.

Esther in the back of her car. The blinding by the headlights.

Looking back to the car in the ditch. The other car. Diane's face. Esthers face. The petrol station.

The missing car as she turned around from the attendant...

And she opened her eyes and sat up breathing hard. Could this be it. Could this be the final leg of her nightmare. Had it really come to an end.

They had arrived in Skiathos 3 days ago. Charles had booked them into a hotel. Molly was impatient, she wanted to act now, but Charles said they had to wait for Doug, they had to be 100% sure.

She leaned across to the drawer and picked out her passport and opened it, Esther's details were staring at her in face, she just hoped she would be accompanying them back home...God she hoped so.

Please God let this girl be her...

She got up and walked across the cool tiles to the belcony where a shirtless Charles was leaning over the railing looking out ahead of him to the sun kissed seas.

Molly squinted in the harsh sunlight, she cleared her throat and he turned and smiled at her, "Morning...you sleep well?"

She shrugged, "I would sleep better when I see her...I just wanna see her Charles, this is killing me all this flipping waiting..."

He placed his hands on her shoulders, "Hey...come on...just a few more hours Molly...I promise, Doug is going to call me at 1 O'clock...we'll know for sure this afternoon"

She let herself be pulled in his embrace and he kissed the back of her neck. 1 O'clock...only 4 hours to go...

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At one, Molly had her arms around Charles' waist as she sat on the back of a moped that he was riding. They came to a stop at a quiet terverna where Doug was sitting at a table in shades waiting for them.

Getting off, they joined him at the table, "Doug...good to see you...this is Molly"

Doug nodded at her, "take a seat the pair of yous...I think you might be pleased of what i've got"

He reached into his green rucksack and handed the folder to Charles, Molly swallowed down and watched as Charles opened it out to see a few photos that were blown up.

It was of a girl...a girl playing with other children, like they were running about.

It was Esther...it was HER!

"where was this taken?", she asked jumping up.

Doug looked up at her, "these were taken yesterday at a kindergarden in the town...I had to be extremely careful as you can imagine"

She looked at Charles, "It's her Charles, it's HER!"

Charles was looking at the face on the photo and nodded his head, he was trying to keep a lid on it, "It is Molly...", he looked at Doug, "...we are flying back home tomorrow, I'm going to take her myself..."

Molly grabbed his bare arm, "But she doesn't know you..."

"I'll stick my hand over her mouth if I have to, but we are snatching back our Daughter..."

"You are not going by the conventional methods then?", laughed Doug, but inturn he did realise how serious this was.

Charles blew out a laugh, "What and get the local authorities involved, they'd have to be an investigation and you know how lax the law is out here, that girl would be taken and spirited away again in a heartbeat...when you want a job doing, I say it's best you do it yourself"

Doug shook his head, "So how are you going to play it...storm in and snatch her from the kindergarden..."

"You took the pictures...were there many adults out watching them?"

"No.."

"then there you have it...", he turned and took Molly's hand and squeezed it, "I'll fetch her tomorrow"

Molly was already searching for obstactles, "What if Esther isn't there tomorrow? What then, what do we do?"

"Molly relax...we are so close now...we'll think of something I promise you", he turned back to Doug as he cupped a hand over Molly's cheek, "What about the other business...do we know who the 'mother' is?"

Doug reached into his rucksack and handed Charles another folder, "don't even ASK how I got all of this...her name is Sally...although I'm not 100% sure that's her real name. But she is linked to a Diane and Roger back in England, again these could be alias's"

"No...her name WAS Diane, the woman who was in the car that night...", began Molly.

"What I have learnt from a source shall we say, is that this Sally lost a child, a girl named Helen...I don't have to bore you with the motive..."

Molly swallowed down, she wanted to hate this woman...but hearing that, hearing that she had gone through what she had gone through...it was all so messed up.

Charles decided to dismiss it all with wave of the hand, "What does it matter now? We can sort all of that out when we get Esther back to blighty"

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Charles stood on the beach with his hands in his pockets as the sun was going down. Molly kicked her flipflops off and approached him and slipped into an embrace at his side. He turned and kissed her forehead and continued to look out to sea.

"Everyfink...it will be alright, wont it?"

He just nodded. But nodded yes and kissed her again.

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It was nearly noon the next day. Charles, sporting a pair of dark shades and a cap approached the kindergarden in the town. He could hear the laughter and screams of play from the children within the compound.

He scanned the compound quickly, but cursed under his breath because he couldn't see her. There was an adult at the gate, she was greek and looking the other way talking to an elderly greek woman over the iron railing.

Charles's heart was doing the clappers. This was like a military manouver. He had to get it right, he would only get one chance at this and he couldn't fail. He couldn't fail Molly.

He looked again, then saw her. Esther. She was on her own and wandering about looking lost. He looked up and down the road, then taking in a breath and swallowing down nervously, he climbed over the small wall and appoached her.

The other kids payed him no attention when he put a finger to his lips and approached Esther, his eyes on the adult near the gate engrossed in conversation. All what was going through his mind other than he hoped to get away with this was, he could have been anyone. He could have been a perv and they hadn't even noticed!

"Esther...", he whispered.

The girl looked up and stared at him.

He crouched down, "It's okay...I am just going to take you to Mummy..."

He took the girls little hand and lifted her to his shoulder, then he shifted to the wall and dropped her to the other side, he was straight after her, the girl was quiet, he thought she would scream, but she didn't. The other kids looked at them but didn't respond. Picking Esther up, Charles made a run for it.

Whilst running, he put his phone to his ear, "It's me...get to the beach now"

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Molly raced along the hot sands and saw her...she saw Esther standing with Doug. She stood stock still and put her hands to her face and fell to her knees as the little girl came running to her. She gasped out. Esther was running to her, meaning that she remembered who she was.

Esther fell into Molly's arms. On her knees she was the same height as her daughter. Through the tears she stroked the girls long hair and looked at her.

"Mummy"

"Yes...it's me...it's me...you remember me, you've come back to me!"

She took the girl into her arms and cradled her to her bossom. She didn't want to let her go and she knew she'd never let go.

Doug was coming over Charles was now at his side with the little luggage they had.

"Molly we have to go...", Charles said scanning the beach.

"Now..?"

"We have to get her back to England...back home and contact the police...if we stay here and get caught the local authority will do us for kidnapping because in their eyes, this is not Esther...it is 'Helen' and we would have to proove that she belongs to us...lets not take the risk...flight leaves in 3 hours...we have to get away now"

Molly took her daughters hand and stood up, Charles picked the girl up and hurried along the beach, Molly grabbed the holdal ran up the beach towards the road, the holidaying familes nearby not having the slightest clue what was going on.

All what Molly could think of as she looked at Esther's face as she tried to keep up with Charles was that her Nightmare was over...Molly's nightmare was over.

THE END

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I can do happy endings...sort of!