Hi! Omg, I'm so sorry for how long it's been since the last chapter but I've been stuck trying to write this one for so long. Originally I was gonna make it way longer with this bit just as the start but since I've made you all wait so long I felt a bit bad, so here's a quick chapter for all of you! I'm gonna try t0 make the next update quicker but I can't make any promises!

Trigger warnings: Mentions of drug use... I think that's it.

Alex's POV, Sunday, 5:47pm

Alex strolled into Scotland Yard, false smile on her face. She kept thinking back to months ago when Anna seemed… Sadder. More withdrawn from the world around her. Then she was gone for a week. No contact, not at home, nothing. But she came back. She had colour to her cheeks and her smiles were real. Alex hadn't even realised they had been fake, but seeing this it was clear they had been. She never got an explanation for where her girlfriend had been, or why she completely cut off contact. Alex even went to Lestrade about it, wanting to file a missing person's report. But he told her not to, to wait a little longer. It was suspicious but Alex trusted him, and sure enough, Anna came back, happy for the first time in all the time they had known each other.

But her suspicions were back, after so many months of turning the thought over in her mind she wanted to know what was going on. It wouldn't be in police reports, she knew that. Lestrade and Sherlock were the only other people who could decipher Anna, and they wouldn't make anything official. Alex figured out what she could from the database she had access to, but there was nothing. Nothing at all about Anna Ethelin.

So, as any good girlfriend would, she snuck into her friend's office and hacked his computer, planning to look through it all later at her house. Getting him out of his office was easy, she just asked him to fetch her some cold cases; she might as well hit two birds with one stone. But the moment she woke the computer up, there was an excel document open with the name 'Anna'. What the fuck? Alex thought, immediately jumping to the conclusion that Greg had been keeping some weird, creepy diary of her girlfriend. But then she saw the titles for each column…

'Date of last known relapse'

'Date of last house check'

'Results of last house check'

What the actual fuck is going on, she thought, Anna isn't some junkie. Greg's got some explaining to do, that mother fucker.

She sat down on her friend's surprisingly comfortable chair. She was finally getting some answers. Greg walked in, confusion flashing on his face when he saw her glaring at him, menace in her eyes.

"I want answers." She said bluntly, watching him for any indication of what the fuck was happening.

"Answers about what?" he replied.

"Answers about this excel document," she said, grinning internally when she saw realisation dawn.

"What ex-"

"Don't even attempt to hide anything from me; I may not be Scotland Yard but that's only because I've never bothered trying to get promoted. I know when you're lying. And I'm pissed off."

"I really can't tell you, Alex. If you want to know you'll have to ask Anna yourself." He was trying to get out of the situation, clearly. Pathetic.

"Greg, let me make myself very, very clear," Alex growled, standing up and filling the office with her presence, "You have a weird ass document about MY bloody girlfriend open on your computer right now, and it is full of info suggesting that she's a junkie. I love her to bits and I need to know. Now talk."

"Fine, but I would like something to protect me from her wrath… Or just don't tell her I had any part in this, actually. That's my safest option." The DI sighed, "Last year I walked in on her whilst she was shooting up. She'd been on the stuff for a while. I helped her get clean but she wasn't ready to tell you… She still isn't. But you need to talk to her yourself. Tonight."

Alex was stunned. Anna had hidden this from her for their entire relationship. She had to talk to her. Without another word, Alex ran out of the building and hailed a taxi, ready to face her girlfriend. Kinda. Maybe. Okay, not ready at all. But it had to be done.

And that's all for now folks! Remember to leave a review because I always appreciate it. DFTBA!

-Lyfe