Beattie to Jack

"Come to arrest me?" The old lady commented, seeing the handsome Irishman arrive in the doorway. She knew he'd worked it out. He was a clever young man.

Jack crossed the room with a few strides lifting a bucket from by the window and upturning it, so he could sit in front of her.

"Have you told the police?" she asked.

"The police think it was me." He told her.

Beattie gave a gasp – she was horrified. She'd grown fond of the forensic scientist – even in the short time she'd known him. He had been determined to keep her alive through that terrible night and the last thing she wanted was to get him in trouble. "I didn't mean that to happen!" She exclaimed, distraught.

"What?" Jack retorted. "Them blaming me? – or you killing Robbo and Derek" He inquired, confirming that he did indeed know what she had done.

Beattie put her cig out, knowing that she owed him an explanation, him more than anyone else. "Robbo...was haunted." She started "He pleaded with me to help him die. And Derek...we were lovers. Does that shock you?"

Jack shook his head.

"I couldn't let him suffer anymore." She admitted. Jack gave a little nod of understanding.

"You played God." Jack responded quietly.

"If someone's got to play him, why not me?" Beattie shrugged with a small chuckle.

"Where did you get the fentanyl patches from?"

"When I was first here, I was in such pain. I kept some back for a rainy day."

Jack nodded again "And the text message to Simone? You sent that didn't you? They couldn't trace the phone."

"Derek had worked out it was me that killed Robbo and he wanted me to do the same for him." She explained "And I wanted you to stop me." She added, as Jack pushed backed a tear that threatened to leave his eye. "I don't regret what I did, Jack. I'm done with all that. If this place has taught me anything, it's to seize the day. If a thing feels right, do it." She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips – much to his surprise.

"Urm...I found some footage..." Jack stammered slightly, taken aback. "Urm...on a camera Michael had in Robbo's room. The police will want to see that."

Beattie agreed. She had always intended to confess, but now that Jack was suspected of her crimes it was even more important to her. She couldn't allow them to blame him. She wouldn't. "Will they charge me with murder?"

"Probably." Jack agreed sadly. He liked Beattie and she wasn't like the usual murderers they came across in cases. Beattie nodded her acceptance.

"Why did you suffocate them?" He questioned. He still didn't understand that bit.

"I didn't mean to do that" she answered, the distress evident in her voice. "I just...I...I couldn't bear to see their faces." She started sobbing and Jack placed his hand on her arm on her comfortingly. she eventually managed to continue "Do you know who I blame? Bloody Peter Pan. 'To die would be an awfully big adventure.' Death, maybe" she mused "but dying and getting old...not so much." She paused "Jack – remember what I said. Seize the day. Ask her – your special one – apart from me."

Jack looked away. Surely she didn't know about Nikki? She couldn't. Beattie had hardly met Nikki – and certainly just for 20 minutes or so at the most with him.

"A few minutes was enough." Beattie remarked, answering his questions without him even voicing them. "You two remind me of Derek and I. There isn't a more perfect match anywhere. Trust me, Jack – don't let go of her. She clearly loves you very much. I could see that instantly in the way she was when you came in after being in the storm – how she was when you were unwell – and you obviously love her. I only needed to be in the room with you both for a few seconds to see it."

"I'd do anything for her." Jack murmured adoringly, half to Beattie, and half to himself.

"Tell her." The old lady encouraged him. "Aside from myself and Derek, I've never seen two people look at each other the way you and Nikki were."