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A/N: Ha I have defeated the evil lil fat man and have my imagination back!!! No longer will I suffer from a lack of things to write.

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Alex didn't bother to question Bobby about where he had been last night. There was no point; he would just change the subject. Keep on talking as though she had never asked.

Alex had spent the morning finishing paperwork while she tried to contact Bobby. He didn't answer his cell and she only got the answering machine at home. By 9 she had gotten seriously worried. Bobby had never been that late in the time she had known him. She was about to walk out the door to go find him when she had seen him step out the elevator.

Her first reaction was surprise. There was her organized, clean, gentleman of a partner looking like something the cat had dragged in. Her eyes followed him as he walked into Deakins' office, wondering what possibly could have kept Goren from being at his desk on time.

When he walked out and explained where he was going, Alex nodded, restraining herself from asking the question that was screaming around her head. She finished all of her paperwork and half of Bobby's before she got sick of waiting for him to return. Instead, she decided to forgo her plan to wait for Bobby and just go and question this Simon Freud.

It was a stroke of brilliance she had had to look up the certificate on the Internet. Just as she ha thought, there was a link from Tori's certificate to Dr Freud. He was posted at New York Memorial Hospital.

(A/N: I don't live in New York, nor do I even live in America so this hospital probably doesn't exist.)

She was opening her car door when Bobby pulled up next to her, looking like he usually did. He got out and got into the passengers side without a word. "Where're we going?" Alex pulled out of the car park and headed down the street. "To see Dr Freud. The information I got on him is in the back seat." Bobby leant back and felt for the file. Reading through it, he didn't find anything out of the ordinary. No complaints against him, no inquiries into his practices, and no suspicious circumstances or deaths.

Arriving at the hospital, Alex stepped up to the male nurse working at the main reception. "We need to speak to Dr Freud." He nurse looked up and smiled, not noticing Bobby lurking amongst the in patients.

"Well he is busy right now," the nurse replied, his smile looking more like a smirk, "but I'm sure I can help you."

Alex flashed her badge. "I don't think you understand. We REALLY need to speak to Dr Freud."

The nurse kept smirking at Alex. "Whose we?"

"WE are two detectives who want to speak to Dr Freud NOW." Bobby said, stepping forward.

One glance at the huge frame at the detective leaning close was enough to wipe the smirk off the nurse's face and send him scuttling off the find the Dr.

"How do you deal with guys like that?" Bobby asked Alex.

She grinned at him. "If you hadn't of intervened, you would have found out. Though it was probably better for my career that you did."

Bobby rolled his eyes at her and looked up to see a doctor moving towards them. "Dr Freud?"

"Yes. Please come this way. I have 10 minutes before I have to prep for an operation so this must be brief."

Bobby let Alex ask the obvious questions, while he observed the doctors reactions.

"Dr Freud, 15 years ago, you signed a death certificate for a 10 year old girl named Tori Miller. Is that true?"

"Detective."

"Eames."

"Detective Eames, I have signed hundreds of death certificates in my years. Do you really think I could remember one?"

Alex pulled the certificate out of her pocket and gave it to him. "Then let me jog your memory."

The doctor looked over the certificate. "Yes I remember this one. While I didn't witness her death, I did sign for it. The doctor who did was a friend of mine and he was very busy at the time. I was doing some of his paperwork."

Both detectives looked at each other. "So you never saw the body of that girl?"

"No."

Bobby remained unconvinced. "Dr, you do know that it's a crime to lie to the police?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you lying to us?"

The doctor laughed. "Why would I lie to you detective? What would I have to lose?"

"Your job." Alex intervened.

The doctor looked at both detectives. A look of fake questioning on his face. He forced a smile.

"And why would I lose my job?"

"Because," Bobby continued, "when the medical board find out that you signed a death certificate for a girl who is very much alive, they're bound to ask what else you've done."

The doctor made no attempt to hide his expression of hate now. "Alright then. I signed that certificate because there was a threat on my life. The police wouldn't believe me. Thought I was crazy. I did it to save my life."

Alex and Bobby exchanged another glance. This was going even deeper than they had anticipated.

"Who made the threat on your life?" Bobby asked

"I don't know. I was walking home from a bar one night and I was grabbed and pushed down an alley. They said they wanted a certificate of death made out for a Torilette Miller and they wanted it delivered to them there 48 hours later. They told me if I came with police, I would be killed. After being laughed at by the police. I did it, finding her details in her folder."

Do you remember anything about the men who grabbed you?" Alex asked.

"They were all different. All white, the one who spoke to me was about 6'7, black hair and had a goatee. I did notice that they all had the same tattoo though. It was a symbol."

"Could you draw it for us?" Bobby said, producing a pen and a bit of paper.

The doctor took them and drew a series of linked rings. Each of the rings was different but they were all linked by a single thick ring.

"Here. That's what I remember it looking like."

Bobby took it and nodded. "Thank you for your help doctor. You won't be hearing from us."

Bobby and Alex left the hospital. "Looks like we have a gang on our hands." Alex said, unlocking the car.

Bobby nodded. "You take this down to the station and run it against known gangs. I'm going to take a taxi back to the apartment. I want to look at it one more time.

Alex nodded and was about to get in the car when Bobby's cell rang. He was nodding and saying something too quickly for Alex to understand. He held up his hand to tell her not to leave. Punching the end call button, he jumped in the car. "There was an attack on the hospital. Someone tried to kill Tori. She's gone"

Alex pulled out and speed towards the hospital. "She's dead?"

"No. She escaped out the window. The guy got away."

"She escaped out the window!? She's 8 floors up!"

"That's what I said, but she made it somehow. The nurses on the 4th floor said they saw a patient running for the elevator. A patient from that floor said he saw her come through his window."

Alex speed on amazed how that woman could climb to a window 4 floors down. She seemed so fragile, so weak. "She's stronger than we thought."

Bobby nodded without saying anything. Seeing the anxious look on her partners face, Alex sped up

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