For the next few days, Matthew was in a foul mood; he shouted at the constables in the station, he took his anger out on Lucien and he even snapped at Jean one afternoon he had popped around to Mycroft Avenue to ask Lucien about a case.

"Matthew! What is your problem? Whatever it is, you do not take it out on Jean!"

"Nothing…it's nothing."

Lucien pointed his finger at Matthew and said, "whatever this is, is not nothing!"

Matthew mumbled something then walked back to the kitchen to apologise to Jean then left.

The next day, Lucien made his way to the morgue to carry out an autopsy and walked in to find Alice in tears.

"Alice? What's wrong?" He walked over to her small desk and rubbed her back as she tried to dry her eyes with her handkerchief. She stood up abruptly and said, "are you here for an autopsy? The body hasn't arrived yet."

"Talk to me Alice. Tell me what's wrong. This isn't you."

Alice swung her chair around and reached out her hands to Lucien; he reached over and pulled her into a hug and let her cry.

She proceeded to explain what had happened with Matthew, the conversation she had overheard and how she knew he was hurting and that she was finding it more difficult to deal with than she thought she would have.

"You're in love with him?"

"I don't know Lucien…I just don't know. I've never been…I mean I've been with a man before, but I've never been in love before."

"I think you do love him Alice. Now…go wash your face, we'll complete this autopsy then we're going to call Matthew to Mycroft Avenue for dinner and we're going to sort this out. OK?"

Alice nodded her head and got up to head to the bathroom and as she did, she turned and said, "are you going to call Jean and let her know there will be two more for dinner? It would be rude not to."

Lucien chuckled a little then picked up the phone and explained the situation to Jean; they would sort this mess out between the two of them.