Disclaimer –I've re-written the whole 'omg! Gabriel/David' kinda thing, cos it didn't sit right in this fic them already knowing.

Chapter 9

Two days after Gabriel had initially been arrested; Gina was fidgeting nervously as she sat outside Barton Street's interview room, waiting for the officers to finish inside, having been discouraged from going inside by the custody sergeant who was watching her like a hawk from the other side of the custody desk.

Gina sighed, before pacing up and down, her brow furrowed slightly as she thought.

Mickey stood with his arms folded as he waited on the fax from the navy regarding Gabriel's history as he waited for it to finish. He quickly skim read the parts about his background, before frowning as he came to the black and white photo printing out on the bottom.
"Come on sweetheart." Smithy sighed wearily, as he sat in front of Rebecca, holding the spoon out in front of her. "Eat some…"

"No!" Rebecca frowned at him, moving her head away.

"Becca…"

"NO!" She batted at his hand, causing him to spill the contents over the floor.

"Rebecca!" Smithy snapped. "If you don't eat it, there's nothing else! You-" He stopped as Rebecca stared up at him, scared by his tone. She blinked a couple of times as tears filled her eyes, before balling her hands into fists, rubbing at her eyes as she cried.

"Maaaamama" Rebecca cried, sobbing for all she was worth. "Maaaa!"

Smithy sat at the table with his head in his hands, entwining his fingers in his hair. "I CAN'T DO THIS!" He shouted in Rebecca's direction. "I can't be both parents! I can't look after you!" He hung his head slightly, setting his jaw as he stared at the table whilst Rebecca continued to cry, calling for her mother.

"No, I asked for thefile on Gabriel Kent…" Mickey drawled, resting his feet on the desk. "This has the name-" He frowned as the receptionist spoke, before shaking his head. "The picture –" Mickey rolled his eyes as the receptionist cut him off again. "David Kent?" He scratched his chin as he thought. "Can you send it through?" he asked, turning on the charm as the receptionist initially refused. "Cheers." Mickey grinned, hanging up before walking back over to the fax machine as he waited for the next fax.
"I'm sorry…" Smithy moved back over to Rebecca as she quietened slightly, watching him. "I didn't mean to shout."

Rebecca's bottom lip quivered as she held her arms up to him. "Dadda..." she whimpered pathetically, cuddling him as held her tightly. "Da." she repeated softly, reaching her hand to his cheek, frowning slightly as she felt a tear trickling along her arm. "Ma" she smiled slightly, patting his cheek as she cuddled closer.

Smithy smiled sadly at her, sitting in the armchair as another tear followed the one already rolling down his cheek.

Mickey glanced back to the fax machine as it started printing off the new fax. He put his cup down, standing by the machine, tilting his head to read the information, his expression dropping when he saw the picture attached to the bottom. "David Kent…" He mumbled, "…David?" He leant over, reaching for the phone, pressing redial.
Gina glanced up as the door to the interview room was opened and Gabriel was pushed out ahead. She caught his eye and held his gaze for a few seconds, before smirking nastily as he was pushed back towards the cells. "Anything?" She asked, looking at the officers.

"No ma'am." The Detective Sergeant answered. "I think-"

"I'm not interested in theories." Gina pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I need proof."

"Are you sure you're not barking up the wrong tree?" The DI asked. "Gina, what if this isn't-"

"It's him." Gina said certainly. "He did it."

"Gabriel…" Amber released a slow sigh. "Do you think he did it?"

"They haven't got much longer." Tony sighed. "The inspector must know something we don't if she's ok'ed his detention for this long…"

"You don't think she's finally lost it then?" Amber smirked, getting a glare from Tony in reply. "I was only saying…"

"Imagine working beside a murderer…" Honey shivered slightly. "Makes your blood run cold."

"What about Smithy…" June pursed her lips, sighing. "Do you think he knows?"

Tony shook his head. "Gabriel wouldn't be in a cell if he did." He sipped his tea, looking at June. "He'd be in a mortuary."

"Ma'am!" Mickey sprinted towards Gina as she stood outside the entrance of Barton Street. "Ma'am!"

Gina glanced over at the blonde detective, steadily releasing a stream of smoke. "Mickey?"

"Look!" Mickey thrust two crumpled pieces of paper at June. "David Kent!"

Gina frowned, dropping her cigarette but to the floor. "Pardon?"

Mickey pointed out both pictures on the names on each sheet, "That's his brother!"

"They got the pictures mixed up…" Gina shrugged lightly.

"No!" Mickey insisted. "I rang them back…asked…they're adamant that it's David Kent in there! I spoke to his commanding officer, Gabriel Kent is nothing like what I described of Gabriel. He said he'd fax over a copy of Gabriel in his navy uniform when he received a commendation…" Mickey pulled out a piece of paper of a dark haired man holding a plaque with the name 'Gabriel Kent' inscribed on it as he beamed proudly. "Ma'am – Gabriel Kent, isn't Gabriel Kent." Mickey's eyes glistened. "He's David Kent!"