"So, did you get it sorted, then?"

Katy jumped, almost dropping her phone in her shock. "Shit, Tina. You scared the crap out of me."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." The brunette apologised, wincing as her friend dropped onto the sofa beside her, throwing her legs over her lap and sighing deeply. "You OK?"

"Fine. Tired, that's all."

"So, did you do whatever you needed to do?"

"Yeah, I think so." Katy agreed with a weak smile. "Everything been OK here?"

"Yup. Haven't heard a peep from any of the kids." She smiled reassuringly. "Oh, your mum popped over about… an hour ago? I told her you were asleep so she said she'd catch up with you tomorrow."

"Did she say what it was about?"

Tina shrugged. "Nah… probably the bar, though, isn't it?"

"Yeah, probably."

"You sure you're OK, babe?"

"I'm fine." Katy assured her, patting the arm that was draped across her legs for a moment, before twisting and hauling herself to her feet. "I'm gonna head upstairs. Thanks for tonight, love."

"Anytime."

"Ill last night, were you?" Ronnie asked, arching an eyebrow and watching her daughter carefully as she sipped on her mug of coffee.

Katy rolled her eyes and leant back against the kitchen counter. "I'm almost five months pregnant, mother. There's a lot going on at the moment… I figure I'm entitled to an early night every now and again."

"So… are we going to talk about the state of the R&R?"

"What about it?"

"Katy… that damage was personal." Her mother told her bluntly. "They completely smashed it up. If they were just after the cash they wouldn't have gone in anywhere near as hard as they did."

"I don't know about that. Maybe they were just frustrated that they couldn't find anything."

"Stop lying to me." Ronnie snapped. "I know that you know who did this and I want to know."

"I don't know." Katy said firmly. "Besides, don't you have more important things to think about now that Dad and Denise have broken up? Or are you over that now?"

"Don't change the subject."

"Why? Bit sensitive about it all, are you?"

"Katy!"

"Well…" The younger woman rolled her eyes impatiently. "Look, I said this was going to happen. I told you that if Dad and Denise ended things you'd suddenly decide you weren't interested after all."

"That's not what's happening at all!"

"So he's decided he's not actually interested in you, has he? What a surprise…"

"Stop being such a bitch." Ronnie ordered angrily. "We are not talking about me and your father. This is about you and what you've got yourself mixed up in now."

"I've not done anything." Katy lied. She knew that she didn't know where to start explaining what she'd got herself involved in over the last few months and didn't really want to go down that rabbit hole.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Because you're a cynical cow."

"Katy, I just don't want you–" She was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

Sighing, Katy headed into the hallway to see who it was. She frowned at the sight of a deliveryman with a large bouquet of flowers on the doorstep, holding out a hand and accepting them warily. He just shrugged when she asked who they were from, before turning and descending the steps in the direction of his van.

"Who sent those?"

Katy shook her head at her mother's question, looking quickly for a card. Plucking the envelope from between the blooms she opened it quickly and read the words, forcing her face to remain expressionless.

"Well?"

"Just one of those generic messages."

"Katy…"

"Honestly, Mum, don't worry about it. I'm sure it's just an early birthday present or something." She assured her with a smile. "Better get these in water… you sure you're OK to collect the girls later?"

Ronnie, not looking remotely convinced by her daughter's words, nodded slowly. "That's not a problem. I'm really sorry I can't come to the hospital with you."

"It's fine." Her daughter shrugged, secretly relieved that her mother would be deprived of the chance to continue pressing her for information. "You collecting the kids is help enough."

Ronnie smiled, put her mug in the sink and pressed a kiss to Katy's cheek, before gathering her things. Saying a quick goodbye the older woman left the house hurriedly, already pulling her mobile out of her bag. Katy was sure she hadn't just let anything from their conversation drop, but she was too preoccupied to worry about it too much.

'Had a smashing time the other night. See you soon. Jason.'

Reading the note again, Katy crumpled it in her fist and clenched her jaw. Not putting it past Ronnie to go hunting through the bins in search of the card, she ripped it into tiny pieces before washing them down the sink.

Climbing the stairs, she retrieved the gun she'd hidden it and pushed it into her bag. Chewing her lip, Katy glanced at the time and calculated that she had just enough time to go and speak to the man who seemed intent on trying to terrorise her before her hospital appointment.

Ben had promised her that she could borrow a car to go to the hospital and picked up the keys he'd given her from the hallstand before letting herself out of the house. Crossing the Square, Katy was deep in thought about the current situation and what she was going to do when she came face to face with the man who'd sent the flowers.

"Do you need a lift, darling?" Glenda called, spotting her granddaughter heading purposefully towards the Arches with a set of keys in her hand. "You're going to the hospital, aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah, but it's fine." Katy replied, slightly dismissively. "I've got something to do on the way, so I'm just going to…"

"Nonsense." The older woman shook her head, grasping her arm and directing her towards her own car quickly. "You shouldn't be going on your own, anyway. I thought your mother was going with you?"

"She's got something going on at Ruby's and then she's going to collect the kids from school. But honestly, Gran, I need to run this errand on my own."

"I won't get in your way."

"Gran…"

"Oh come on," Glenda rolled her eyes and smiled, unlocking the car and pushing Katy gently towards the passenger's side, "the sooner we get going, the sooner you can sort whatever it is. Where are we going?"

"Balham."

Glenda looked at her in bemusement. "Balham? What's in Balham?"

"You really don't want to know."

"It's not dodgy, is it?" The older blonde sighed deeply. "Katy… you need to stop this ridiculous–"

"Gran, leave it." Katy ordered. "I did tell you not to come with me."

"I just–"

"Gran!"

With a sigh, Glenda help up a hand in defeat. She shook her head, but kept her eyes on the road and didn't say anything else. Her granddaughter nodded in satisfaction and turned her gaze out of the window, watching the buildings and other cars pass by.

"So? Where to?"

"Third left." Katy directed her. She continued to point them towards the block of flats where Nick had told her Jason Williams was living.

When they arrived, Katy climbed out, pulling her jacket around her tightly. Glenda climbed out but her granddaughter shook her head firmly. She demanded that the older woman stayed in the car, arguing bitterly until Glenda sighed and relented.

Climbing the concrete steps, Katy shouldered her bag more firmly until she found the right floor and flat. Banging her fist on it until she heard someone unlocking the door, the young woman folded her arms and waited impatiently to come face to face with the man she expected to see inside.

"Katy… you got the flowers, I take it."

Katy scowled and pushed past him. She looked around the hallway, pushing through a door to the left and finding herself in the living room. "What the hell are you playing at? Do you have any idea the level of shit I could bring down on you?"

He laughed. "You? What are you going to do, little girl?"

"You have no idea what I'm capable of, Jason. No idea at all."

"Really?" He scoffed, advancing on her and pressing her back against the wall. One hand slammed into the surface beside her head and she smirked as she flinched involuntarily.

"You don't scare me."

"Your face says otherwise."

The sound of footsteps just outside the doorway made them both turn their heads quickly towards the noise. Katy's heart sank as she spotted her grandmother watching them in horror. Jason took a step backwards in surprise and the young woman took the opportunity to shove him hard in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards away from her.

"Gran, get back to the car." Katy ordered angrily.

"Jason? What the hell is going on?"

"Nice to see you again, Glenda. Still sticking your nose in where it's not wanted, I see." He sneered at her.

"You shut your fucking mouth. Don't you dare talk to her like that."

"Katy…"

"Gran, go back to the car, now." Katy repeated, her furious eyes fixed on the man who was scowling at her.

"Not until someone tells me what's going on." Glenda argued, looking between them. "What are you doing here, Jason? Where's Nina?"

"She left me again… because of her."

"Good." Katy snorted. "You don't deserve her or those kids."

"That's not your decision to make!"

"No, you're right." She agreed, shrugging and smirking. "Apparently Nina made that decision all by herself."