It's All About Love Isn't It
Chapter Three
DISCLAIMER: 'The Bill' characters and original plot depicted in this story is copyrighted to Thames Television/Pearson Corp
The tyres moved faster than ever before, dodging traffic like the Welsh did for their Grand Slam. nothing but the face of determination spread across her face. No-one was going to harm him, she knew it - she felt cold. Something was up with Neil. Her phone rang once again, it vibrated in her pocket. It was the DCI. "He's in an shabby flat, we're just about to go in... you got the proof?"
"Yeah, I'll be their now." And she was off once more. She'd only learnt how to drive a motor bike when she was off in january, and already she was pretty good, that was untill she was caught speeding, and a police car started to tail her, looking in her mirrors it was Tony and Reg. She should stop, but as King Edward II knows... once the Scots get something into their head, nothing can stop them. She put up one gear and when though some traffic bollards that the area car could never get though, she knows because she was with Tony once, trying to get a guy on a bike, this was the point where they lost them.
She pulled up to the flat where the DCI told her Neil was. They were still in the car - she could see them, they didn't know who she was. With a new mode of transport, a chocolate brown wig and an stronger Scottish accent she was like somebody new. She decided to make the first move, she got off the bike. A shot of pain rushed up her leg, she was still in a bad shape after the fire, but she still proceded. She glanced back at Phil and Jack, they were getting out of the car and running towards her.
"We'll go first, you stay here." She nodded, so she sat on a wall across the street, until they gave the word. Then she saw Mickey with two people in a silver car, they ran inside - she had to do something, how did they know?
Taking her helmet off she ran up the metal stairs. She opened the front door. The first she saw was Mickey's shocked face.
"Anne? What? What are you doing here?" Mickey grabbed her arms and guided her outside.
"Who's this Mickey?" His DI asked.
"Our helper" Jack said. "Phil, take her away... so she's safe, then she can tell you everything, we'll be at the station, I don't want her to see this." Phil nodded.
"Hey I hope you have another helmet for that bike of yours." She smiled.
"So let me get this right... You were in the explosion, but MIT spotted you when they were on the scene..."
"Yeah they were looking for clues, and the firemen were just looking." Phil took another sip of his drink
"So then you explained to them your findings of PC Kent to them..."
"Yes, then they arranged to protect me, but only after I told them about him leaving me there."
"I still can't believe he did that, I mean he was waiting around, only for news abuot you... and when Neil was asking around for you he siad he hadn't seen you."
"He's a murderer. Nothing or no-one can change that."
"People think Neil's a..."
"He's not!" She dropped head, how did it get like this. Phil sat closer to her
"He told Pippa, about you...he even went to your funeral instead of Ken's." Andrea looked up
"I didn't have a funeral, it was staged, so was the morge. I was given lessons on how to act dead. I heard Neil and Gabreil talking. I felt sick, he was so nice to him - and Neil didn't know he'd tried to do. My family knew that I didn't die, I was about to move up there until MIT got the evidence."
There was a knock on the door, Jack popped his head around, "They're gunna hold him until we have evidence to prove his inocence, Anne...Andrea..."
"I have the file, it's in my backpack." She leant down and reached out a pink file, it was quite think. "I also have cassette tapes of Pippa's conversations..."
"You think you know someone..." Phil whispered. "I didn't think she was so dirty." Andrea winced
"Does he know about me?" Andrea asked the DCI,
"No, I can tell him..."
"Nah, he's gone though enough for the time being, anyway MIT have still yet to get some more evidence that'll be approved for court."
"It'll take a few hours for all this to be proved and cast ironed." The DCI explained while holing up the file. " Phil will stay with you for a while." The DCI was just about to leave, then swung around. "Oh, by the way... the bug?" She nodded,
"It was me, I needed to know what that Pippa was up to." Jack smiled, I knew it was above the NCS.
Neil sat with his head in his hands, when did it all go wrong and why, he thought. A clank of the door awoke Neil from his deprssed state. A PC was at the door.
"You have a visitor..." Phil walked around the steel door. Neil looked pleased to see a friendly face. Phile nodded to the PC, indicating that he could handle it from here. Phil sat next to Neil, and tapped him on the shoulder, much like when he did at the fire. Neil looked rough, he'd been put into the white suits so hid clothes could be tested.
"How are you feeling?" Neil grunted
"I've been worse."
"Like when Andrea died?" Neil shot a look at Phil, then shook his head,
"Why have you brought that up? I thought you were a mate..." Phil held his hands up in front of him
"Calm down I am being a mate, you wanna know something? That woman who walked into the flat, before the DCI arrested you. Did you reconise her?"
"I didn't see her properly, why?" Phil moved closer to Neil.
"Look if I was you right now, I wouldn't know who to trust, but if there was one person out their i truset once, someone I loved, somone I thought had died..."
"Woah, Phil what are you going on about?" Phil cleared his throat.
"Andrea... she's not dead."
