A/N: Huge thanks as always! I love reading your comments - the notifications on my phone make me smile every time!

Anyone who's read my The Bill fics will recognise a familiar face in this chapter. If you haven't, it doesn't matter in the slightest - the idea of the crossover just amused me while I was writing it!

Enjoy!

"Boss?" Leon poked his head around the office door and frowned at her lightly. "There's someone here to see you."

"Who?"

"Some guy… says he met you at a party last night?"

Slightly bewildered, Katy minimised the tab on her screen and nodded, signalling for the barman to let her visitor in. To her surprise, as Leon stepped backwards, Damien Anderson-Millet was revealed in the doorway. She blinked a couple of times, before pulling herself together and motioning for him to take a seat on the sofa on the opposite wall from her desk.

"Mr Anderson-Millet… to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I thought I needed to see the famous R&R for myself."

"Hardly famous." Katy chuckled, her eyes hard and suspicious. "A long way to come just to check out a bar that's not even open."

"No, you're right." He moved forwards, perching on the edge of the sofa and fixing her with a glare. "Maybe I should just get straight to the point. Some rather expensive things went missing from my house last night."

"What? You think I stole from you?"

"You were the only new face at the dinner party. Besides, if the cap fits…"

"Excuse me?" Katy scowled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I know who you are… I know who your family are." He shot back viciously. "How did you get the money for this place, eh? I doubt it was through legitimate means."

"You need to leave." The young woman ordered furiously. "Get out. Now!"

"No one crosses me and comes out of it better."

Looking her up and down disdainfully, the man stood and left, slamming the office door behind him. Exhaling sharply, shaking with fury, Katy immediately found Graham's number in her phone and clicked the call button. When he answered on the third ring, she spat out the whole story.

"He did what?" Graham's tone was disbelieving. "What did you say?"

"Told him to fuck off." She exhaled, the pause after her words speaking volumes. "Not in so many words," she acknowledged, "but I told him to leave."

"Did you deny it?"

"No, I… I shouldn't have to deny it." Katy snapped. "I didn't do anything!"

"Of course not." Graham placated her. "I'll see what I can do. Just… stick to your story and–"

"It's not a story; it's the truth!"

"No, I know… I didn't mean… look, don't panic. I'll sort it."

Ending the call, swearing and slamming the handset down on the desk, Katy started pacing. She was fuming; firstly with the man who'd accused her of stealing from him just because her face didn't fit and secondly with Graham who seemed to think she needed his protection. Snatching up her phone again, she called Ritchie, informing her of the latest drama she'd found herself embroiled in.

Exasperatedly, the solicitor had told her not to do anything about it until something actually happened. Katy was sure that she was almost single-handedly keeping Ritchie in business by that point, although she knew that her brief had a singular ability to know exactly when she was telling the truth and when she wasn't.

"Boss… another visitor?" Leon looked even more confused when he knocked on her office door a little while later.

This time the woman he had brought up appeared in the office without giving Katy the chance to ask who it was. Looking up, the Mitchell's eyes fixed on a redheaded woman who was looking around the office with clear interest. She was wearing jeans and a jacket but, despite her casual appearance, Katy knew instantly that the woman in front of her was a police officer. Not speaking, the blonde leant back in her chair and watched the older woman with open suspicion for a couple of moments.

"Katherine Mitchell?"

It was only then that she realised that there was someone else in the room and turned her gaze on the young man who, in his suit and shiny shoes, looked far more like the type of detectives that she was used to. "And you are?"

"DC Evans. This is DS McKay."

"Right…" Katy looked between them quickly as they showed their warrant cards, noting that DS McKay apparently had no intention of speaking to her. "How can I help you?"

"Do you know Damien Anderson-Millet?"

She shrugged. "I wouldn't say I know him, exactly. I've only met him once… it was at a dinner party at his house last night, actually."

"Why were you at a dinner party at his house?" The female detective asked with a snort, arching an eyebrow at her.

Katy's hackles rose immediately. "I was a guest, obviously."

"I thought you said you didn't know him?"

"I don't. I was the plus one of a friend of mine, Graham North. You can check with him. I'll even give you his number, if it helps."

"That would be very helpful, Ms Mitchell, thank you." DC Evans agreed quickly, smiling at her warmly.

Spotting DS McKay rolling her eyes at him as she scribbled Graham's number onto a post-it note, Katy inhaled sharply. "What's this about?"

"Some property went missing during the evening, so–"

"So you thought you'd come and speak to the Mitchell?"

"No, of course not, Ms Mitchell." The young man assured her quickly. "We're speaking to everyone who was at Mr Anderson-Millet's house last night."

"Right." Katy replied, clearly not believing him for a moment. "Well… I wasn't left on my own at all during the evening and I don't know anything about it, so…"

"Thank you for your time, Ms Mitchell." DS McKay said, looking at her with an intensity that startled Katy a little. "We may have to speak to you again."

Showing them out of the office and leaning in the doorway, Katy was sure she heard the redhead teasing her colleague about 'pretty faces' before she caught Kathy's eye. The older blonde looked confused as she passed the two detectives on the staircase, watching them leave before turning back to her business partner in concern.

"What was that about?"

"A slight case of Mitchell discrimination." Katy shrugged, brushing it off. "It's nothing to worry about."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, course. Just… don't tell Gran, yeah?" The younger woman sighed. "She'll just freak out and tell Mum and then she'll tell Phil and they'll all be on my case."

"Katy, if there's anything that's going to affect the business–"

"Honestly, Kath, I haven't done anything and they won't find anything. They're not pinning anything on me."

The older woman sighed. "That ain't exactly reassuring."

Smiling, Katy reached out and squeezed her arm before heading up to the office once more. She chewed the inside of her lip as she tried to force herself to focus on the rotas for the next week, finding her mind wandering back to the evening before. She replayed the events several times, knowing that she hadn't left the main group at all during the evening, not even to go in search of the bathroom. Graham, however, had.

Immediately her suspicious mind started looking for things that she wasn't necessarily sure were there. Graham had asked her to spend the evening talking to the man whose property had gone missing. Graham had disappeared almost as soon as he knew the man in question was distracted. Graham knew all about her family and their reputation.

Suddenly Katy felt her temper rising. It was more, she realised that everyone who knew about the situation had been warning her against Graham and she had been too stupid to see that they were right. Too stupid and too stubborn and too distracted by the money he was throwing at her.

"Ritchie, it's me. The police have been to speak to me."

"About the matter you told me about earlier?"

She nodded, forgetting the brief couldn't see her. "Yeah… I gave them Graham's number… hopefully what he says will be enough to get them off my case."

"You've got doubts?"

Hesitating for a moment, Katy considered her answer. "Something doesn't feel right."

"Then you need to end things and distance yourself." Ritchie advised her. "It might not be right or fair or…" She paused. "You're a Mitchell; there are prejudices. Whatever the truth, if they think you did something, they'll do what they can to try and prove it."

"You don't need to tell me that, Ritchie." The young woman muttered. "Look, what do you know about a DC Evans or DS McKay?"

"Are they the ones who came to speak to you?"

"Mmm…"

"I'll see what I can find." Ritchie promised. "But don't–"

"I won't do anything. I haven't done anything."

"Make sure it stays that way." Ritchie advised before ending the call.