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A/N: Hello, I;m back again! Finally the next update is here! Thank you for the reviews once again! And thank you to everyone who is following this! Quite a lot happens in this chapter as I apologise if something doesn't add up - please tell me if that happens? Anyway, I hope you like it. There should be another update relatively soon :) Please review and let me know what you think? Enjoy :)

"Good morning everyone!" DCI Murray called as she strode into the office. There was a mumble of replies.

"We're all happy birds this morning, aren't we?" she muttered to herself, as she unlocked her office door. Rachel leaned across her desk to Janet, "Why's she in such a good mood?"

Janet shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine".

"Janet?" Gill's voice called across the room. Janet rolled her eyes, making Rachel laugh as she got up and walked into Gill's room, shutting the door behind her. Gill sat at her desk, a rather troubled expression written on her face.

"You alright, kid?" she asked, gesturing for Janet to take a seat.

"I've been better" she replied truthfully as she sat down opposite her friend. She wondered whether Gill would want her to take time off and keep her out of the case now that she was a suspect. Janet wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.

"Janet. I know you didn't do this" Gill spoke quietly, "and because of that I'm gonna keep you on the case. I know I shouldn't, but I trust you so…"

Janet couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips, as a shaky hand went to brush her hair out of her face. Gill gazed at her friend for a while. She was unnerved; that was certain.

"Thanks Gill".

Janet went to leave the room, but a hand on her arm stopped her.

"You know I'm here if you need to talk" Gill said quite firmly, not letting go of her friends arm until she was quite sure that she'd got the message. Janet smiled, and nodded. Gill gave her shoulder a squeeze before returning to her desk. It was unlike Gill to become emotional in the office, sure she got angry sometimes, but for her to show any kind of affection was unusual.

.o.0.o.

"What was that all about?" Rachel asked as soon as Janet sat back down at her desk, worried that Gill wouldn't let her stay on the case. Janet saw her fears.

"It's alright I'm not going anywhere!" she laughed a little half-heartedly, "She just wanted to make sure I was okay".

Rachel heaved a huge sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness for that!" she said, half-jokingly as she stood up and walked past Janet to the photocopier, "What would I do without you?"

Janet smiled, "What indeed?"

.o.0.o.

"I can't believe we have to go back to that horrible house!" Rachel complained as she stared out of the car window. It gave her the creeps.

"We won't be there long, Rach" Janet reassured, glancing at her friend before returning her eyes to the road in front.

"Two minutes is long enough!" Rachel huffed as they pulled up outside the house. Janet turned to face her, mirth sparkling in her eyes, "Just be civil, alright?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and winked at her colleague before getting out of the car and walking up the front drive.

.o.0.o.

"Is there anything you can tell us about your husband's whereabouts the night he died, Mrs Osmond?"

Mrs Osmond looked hesitantly at her daughter, who had decided to seat herself on Janet's lap. Janet had tried to take her into another room, but she kept running back again. In the end, Mrs Osmond had decided to let her stay; she was after all only three and didn't really understand what was going on.

"He was at the prison on duty" she replied, "His shift didn't end until two in the morning".

Rachel nodded taking down notes in her mental notebook, "Did you and your husband have any arguments Mrs Osmond - any misunderstandings at all?"

Mrs Osmond looked a little confused, wondering why that question was relevant.

"Mrs Osmond, we need to know whether anyone held any grudges against your husband" Janet offered gently, as she tried to detangle the girl's small fingers from her hair.

"He did have a disagreement with someone. Andy his name was".

Rachel risked a quick glance at Janet, "Was that Andy Roper by any chance, Mrs Osmond?"

"Yes" she replied, a surprised look on her face, "How did you-?"

"Your husband borrowed Andy Ropers car did he not?"

"Yes he did. It was very kind of Andy to let him borrow it".

Rachel noted the softness in Mrs Osmond's voice when she spoke Andy's name. It seemed... odd.

"Did you ever meet Andy Roper, Mrs Osmond?" Rachel enquired.

"Once or twice… maybe three times… I'm not sure…"

"What was your relationship with him?"

Mrs Osmond looked up sharply, "My relationship with him?"

"Did you know him well?" Janet asked, removing the little girl's fingers from her coat lest she should pull all of the buttons off. Mrs Osmond looked down at the floor, a flash of guilt in her eyes, "I er… We did know each other quite well… but we… it didn't…"

"What happened Mrs Osmond?" Rachel enquired, hoping her voice wouldn't betray her anticipation. Mrs Osmond looked up at her, glancing nervously at her daughter, "We had a bit of a fling… but it wasn't right; it wasn't fair on Henry, so I called it off. It was never serious between us".

Rachel nodded, and encouraged her to continue.

"Andy… well he was angry, really angry. He threatened me, threatened to tell Henry, everyone I worked with… and then he just disappeared…"

"Disappeared?" Rachel questioned.

"I didn't see him for three weeks – until the day Henry died…"

.o.0.o.

Gill couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Say it again, Rachel. Slowly this time"

Rachel made a face at Janet. How many times must she relay this information to her boss?

"Mrs Osmond says that she went out with Andy for a few weeks. Got that?"

Gill raised her eyebrows, "I'm not an idiot, Rachel!"

"She said she didn't feel it was right; said it wasn't fair on Henry, so she called it off", Rachel continued, glancing quickly at Janet, "Andy got angry, threatened to tell Henry about it, then he disappeared"

"Disappeared?" Gill interrupted, now extremely interested in the information Rachel was telling her, "What do you mean disappeared?"

"Well, I suppose she meant she had no contact with him? But here's the thing: Mrs Osmond says she didn't see him until the night of Henry's death. I think he had a motive. I think Andy killed Henry Osmond because she split up with him".

Gill thought for a moment, "It's a possibility, but why would he help Geoff Hastings out of jail if he was after Henry Osmond?"

"I don't know Boss" Rachel replied honestly, "I don't know".

.o.0.o.

Mitch looked at the scans. He looked at them again. He wasn't making it up; they were there. They were there on the phone. His fingerprints were all over Janet's phone. Somehow this was beginning to make sense – but they still didn't have all the information they needed.

"Kevin!" Mitch shouted as a paper plane narrowly missed his eye. Kevin laughed childishly and ran around the corner and out of sight. 'I'd better show this Gill' he thought, walking towards the office. Everyone immediately sat down at their desks, hidden smiles on their faces.

"What?" Mitch asked, wondering what prank they'd played on him this time. Moving slowly towards his desk he saw a piece of paper with a drawing on it. He smirked; it was terrible! Mitch put down the scans and picked up the paper. The drawing was of him – well he supposed it was him – being hit in the eye by a paper plane.

"You know you didn't actually hit me?" he said to Kevin, turning around and pointing to the picture.

"Who hit you?"

Mitch froze. It was Gill.

"Nobody hit me. That's what I said".

Gill didn't look convinced, and glared at Kevin who immediately started working again. Mitch hurried after Gill as she sat down in her office chair. He shut the door behind him.

"Boss, I need to show you these!" he said seriously, spreading the scans out over her desk. Gill looked up at him. It was unusual for Mitch to come straight in without an invitation.

"I take it this is something serious?" she asked, putting her red-rimmed glasses on. Gill stared down at the scans, blinking several times to make sure that she was reading them correctly.

"Andy stole Janet's phone?"

Mitch nodded, "It would appear so Boss. His fingerprints are all over it".

Gill leaned back in her chair. First Andy has a fling with Henry Osmond's wife, now he steals Janet's phone. 'Why?' she wondered, pressing the dial button for DCI Dodson's number.