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Smithy hadn't moved. It had been 4 hours. He just sat against his door, not speaking to anyone. Stevie tried and failed. Mickey tried and failed. Even Callum came to give it a go, but Smithy didn't move, didn't say a word. The world had shut down. There was nothing anymore. No purpose for his life. He thought maybe, this was it. His chance to finally do something in life. Being a police officer had its highs, but you put one drug dealer away, and another one pops up in its place. He looked around the room and remembered his rage. He listened and heard people breathing out side. Neil and Jack were still there. He couldn't go outside. He couldn't face them. So he sat there, and thought of all the mistakes he had made in his life.

Neil was looking down at his watch.

"It's been 4 hours Jack. We need to get him out. He might do something stupid, who knows what he's got in his office!" Jack nodded.

"I see your point Neil, but this is something only he can do. Let's get down to CID, maybe they've got some good news." They walked away from Smithy and into CID. They saw Stevie sat at her desk. Jo was knelt by her side, trying to talk to her, but like Smithy, Stevie just stared into space. Neil looked at Jo and Jo just looked back, shaking her head. Jack walked to the briefing room to see Mickey, Terry and Banksy around the board with Callum and Nate.

"What did she say?" Terry asked Nate just as Jack walked in. They all looked at him, and then continued. Nate pulled out his notepad.

"The same height as Sarge"

"6 foot 4" Callum said and Terry wrote it on the board. Nate continued.

"Wearing a mask, blue eyes, brown hair. A tracksuit with the number 36 on it and the something strange."

"What do you mean?" Said Banksy

"Oh yeah" Said Callum "Some numbers, she had just said to, um, say sorry to Smithy, and then she said, uh."

"One nine two three" Said Nate. They all looked at him.

"You sure?" Mickey said

"Positive"

"What are they? Were they on his shoes? Was it what he said?" Mickey was thinking aloud. Terry wrote the numbers on the board.

"Hold up," Said Callum "One, nine, two three" He paced up and down. "In her room, Nate, there was something on the ceiling, a hologram from one of them clocks that shows the time on the ceiling"

"So?" Said Terry.

"So" Said Banksy "It wasn't about him"

"It was the incident" Finished Callum. "Not, One Nine Two Three. Nineteen twenty three!" Mickey looked up.

"The time?!" He said "Her dying words were the time?"

"No" said Nate "Your saying she died at 7:23, we got there at…" he glanced at his notebook "10:45." He looked up,

"She died then" Said Callum.

"It wasn't time of death" Said Jack, who spoke for the first time. They all looked at him. "It was the time she was stabbed!"

"Clever little girl!" Said Terry. They all grinned; she had given them a great lead! Nate's smiled faltered.

"That's not good." They all looked at him "Who's gonna tell Smithy? She was lay in there on her own for nearly 3 and a half hours." They all looked at each other.

"I'll do it" A voice came; no one had heard her come in. It was Stevie.

"Please Smithy, let me come in" Smithy heard Stevie outside, but didn't register what she was saying.

"Please. I just want to talk, there is no one else." Smithy stood up and unlocked the door. She walked in.

"Thanks" she said and sat down against the door with him. He looked at her.

"Sorry about you getting tied up." He said. He looked back at the wall.

"No problem" She said, "Smithy, CID have a lead" Smithy looked up at her.

"But, it will have been those brothers, they threatened me and you!"

"You lost yours and Jack threw mine away. No evidence, no charge." Smithy looked at her, his eyes glazed over.

"Smithy," she continued "before Abby... Um... She said something to Nate. It was the time she was stabbed, and a detailed description. With that we can get whoever did it."

"She said the time?"

"Well, she said one, nine, two, three. We guessed it was the time."

"But that would mean that, she was there for, over 3 hours!" Smithy stud up. His hands were clenched. Why hadn't someone called sooner? He opened the door.

"SMITHY!" Stevie closed the door. Smithy Tried to get past her.

"Come on the Stevie, give me one good reason why I shouldn't go and kill them! They took my last decent thing away. There's no chance for me now, Give me one reason why I shouldn't' go round and knock their bloody heads off!" he stared her in the eye.

"Smithy" She said

"I'm pregnant."

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