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"Marty." Hellen breathed as she handed him the note she'd found, her hand trembling.

Martin read the note then looked up at Hellen and pulled her into his arms. "That's it. We're taking these to the police." Caressing her cheek, he held her gaze. "I'm not going to let him hurt you."

Leaning into Martin's chest, Hellen felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. "It's my fault," she breathed. "All my fault. If I hadn't…he wouldn't…oh Marty I'm so sorry."

"Shh, Love. It's not. You kissed him, that's all. That doesn't lead to this," he shook the paper in his hand. "The man is clearly a nutter."

"Marty?"

"Yes, Love?"

"Can it wait until tomorrow? I would really like to be less upset when we go. I don't want them thinking I'm of the hysterical female variety."

Gently pushing her back, Martin cupped her face in his hand and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You've a right to be hysterical, but we can do that. I won't be leaving you to go to the club tonight. Not unless you come with me."

Hellen wrinkled her nose at that. "Too loud and I don't really want to look at naked women."

Martin laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "We'll order in and eat in front of the fire. Maybe watch one of your old movies cuddled on the sofa?"

Pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw, Hellen laid her head against his chest. "I'd like that very much."

"Then we have a plan. Go put something comfortable on just in case we fall asleep."

Hellen chuckled. "What will John say if he comes in and finds us on the sofa?"

"He'll think we've been up to something." Martin whispered and winked at her, grinning when Hellen slapped his chest and scoffed at him.

"You're daft," she told him, stopping and turning to caress his face. "You're daft, but I love you. Thank you."

"For what, Love? For taking care of you? I love you, Hellen. I've been a right lousy husband for years, I have a lot to make up for."

"Not lousy, Love. You couldn't have known what happened to me. Why would you suspect anything like that? I had sex with you before we were married which went against everything I'd been taught in school, in church, at home."

Pausing at the foot of the stairs, Martin tugged at her hand when she started up. "Wear the red dressing gown?"

Hellen blushed. "Marty," she whispered even as she nodded. Turning when he let go of her hand, she hurried up the stairs, knowing that he was watching her. Things were so different between them now. So many years she'd missed out on what it felt like to be the object of her husband's desire simply because she hadn't known how to understand it.

Vera rolled over, mumbling in her sleep about sex and what good seeing that sort of thing did her when it came to the case. Drifting back into the memories, she sighed as a feeling of contentment washed over her.

"An Affair to Remember?" Hellen asked as she snuggled against Martin, his hand caressing her bare leg that peaked out from her dressing gown.

"It's your favorite, isn't it?"

Hellen nodded. "It is but I know you're not a fan."

Martin shrugged. "She's not bad to look at."

"Martin!"

"What? Don't tell me that you don't fancy him."

"Well," she hedged then shivered when Martin's hand moved a little higher up her thigh. "Marty," she breathed.

"Yes, Love?"

"The movie," she reminded though her movements told a different story.

"What about the movie?"

"You…oh," she gasped when his hand moved over the curve of her hip.

"No knickers? Hmm, were you planning something, Love?"

"Only doing what you asked," she murmured.

"That I did," he agreed, turning his attention back to the movie, his hand still wandering beneath the satin of her dressing gown.

The images changed from the couple on the sofa to the bedroom…to them making love.

"Does it feel good?" Martin asked.

"Yes."

"Then yes, this is what it's supposed to be like."

"I missed out on so much."

"No more thinking of it, Love. Only think about now, about us right now."

Hellen sat up and smiled as she pushed against him to make him lie back against the pillows. Holding his gaze, she began to move over him again, smiling at the groan that slipped from his lips.

"Yes, Love. Just like that." Martin moaned.

"Marty," she breathed.

Vera saw the shadow fall over the couple, felt the fear welling up inside again, and struggled once more to come out of the dream before she saw the horrifying image of Martin dying.

But it was of no use.

"Martin!" she gave a strangled scream then felt herself clawing at her assailant.

"Vera!" a familiar voice sounded in the distance. "Vera! Wake up!"

Jerking awake, Vera found herself staring into her DS' frightened face. "Aiden?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Aiden nodded.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she looked around the room, realizing that it was light out. How long had she been lost in Hellen's haunting?

"You didn't come in. We were worried."

"How did you get in?"

Aiden shrugged. "You aren't the only one with tricks up their sleeves."

"Picked the lock?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm awake now, and you've seen for yourself that I'm okay. Go on back to the station and I'll be in. Give me an hour."

Aiden shook his head. "No. I'm not leaving until you explain to me what was going on."

"I was having a nightmare. You know what those are, don't you?"

"I do. I've had them myself. I haven't ever cried out a murder victim's name, though."

Vera sighed. "Go, Aiden. It was just a simply nightmare about a frustrating case."

"You're one bloody stubborn woman!"

"Makes me good at me job. Now go on."

Giving up, Aiden left the room, grumbling and cursing her under his breath. Shutting the door behind him, he pulled out his phone. "Billy, you need to come to Vera's. I found her still in bed and screaming. She screamed Mr. Kingsley's name. She won't talk to me, maybe she will you."

VS

"Damn it, Billy. What are you doing here? I told Aiden I'd be in."

"And he told me you were screaming again." Billy glared at her. "I've brought someone with me."

Vera scowled. "Who? Why?"

"A friend that I want you to talk to. He can help."

Shaking her head, she glared at him. "You wouldn't dare bring a psychotherapist."

"Wouldn't I?" Billy glared back. "Bloody hell, woman! Don't you want to know what she's trying to tell you? Don't you want this to stop?"

"I do! But I don't want some…some…"

"Head doctor?" filtered in through the kitchen door.

"Oh," she hissed at Billy.

Billy gave her a grin and a shrug. "Come on through, Hu."

"Hu?" she mumbled and rolled her eyes. "What sort of name is that?"

"Be nice." Billy scolded her just before Hu came through the door.

Vera blinked in surprise. Heaven's above. The man was nothing like what she'd expected. Tall, dark, and handsome came to mind. "I don't need your help," she mumbled.

Hu shrugged his shoulders. "Fine then. I was just doing this for a friend anyway, doesn't matter to me if you want to keep having your sleep disturbed by a victim haunting you."

Billy had to bite his lip to keep from smirking when Vera blinked in surprise at Hu's no nonsense come back. He had more than one friend that did what Hu did, but Hu was the only one that could give as good as Vera when it came to snark.

"So you think I'm a nutter." Vera mumbled.

Hu shook his head. "No, I don't. I have no problems believing that a victim that looks like you is haunting you with her memories. She's trying to tell you something but she can't just come out and show you because of the horror of what she witnessed. You're seeing all of these things because it's how she's processing."

"Well now you sound like a…" Vera started then shook her head.

"I'm no more mad than you are. I just happen to believe that there are things that happen to all of us that have no explanation. We've all heard how everyone has a doppelganger walking around, you've just had the misfortune of coming upon yours in a rather gruesome way. I don't think you would be experiencing this dream haunting if she hadn't looked like you."

"So you think it's some sort of mystic nonsense because we're look alikes?"

"If that's the way you want to put it, then yes."

"Billy, where did you find this man? The local pub?"

"No. He found me at school. We were mates in primary school. We lost touch until a few years ago when I moved back into the area and set up a private practice."

"I found him to be quite helpful after the Frane case." Billy whispered as he held Vera's gaze.

Vera blinked in surprise at that. She knew how much that case had affected her friend, it had been the beginning of his leaving her team. "Billy, I," she started but stopped when Billy gently grasped her shoulders.

"I know you don't like opening up to people, and I know why, but Vera…you need help that I can't give you." Caressing her cheek with his thumb, Billy smiled at her. "I'm your friend, you know you can trust me. Trust that I would never tell someone anything unless I trusted them to help you."

Hu moved closer and smiled at her. "I promise no one knows that I am here. Billy called and I had no appointments scheduled until well in the afternoon so I came along. Billy has explained to me how private you are so we'll keep our meetings to your home. No one will see you coming or going to my office." Hu assured her, his rich baritone voice level and controlled as he assured the woman his friend clearly cared about.

"I can't. My crew expects me to come in. If I'm any later, they'll be hunting me again."

"Call and tell them you're not coming in until later." Billy suggested.

Vera rolled her eyes. "And that won't make them suspicious at all."

"Fine." Billy scowled at her. "We'll be back here tonight at eight with dinner." Giving her a pointed look, he shook his finger at her. "I'll hunt you down if you aren't here."

"Off with you. And if you're going to harass me, you'd better bring a good strong drink with you."

"You don't need drink." Billy reminded her.

"I do if I'm going to talk to your friend there."

"I'd prefer you be sober." Hu told her, giving her a bored look when she scowled up at him.

"Fine! Just go so I can finish getting ready and leave. I'm already going to have to call and tell Aiden I'm running behind."

"You won't have to explain much since he's the one that called me."

Vera snarled her nose and drug her fingers through her hair. "The bloody snitch."

"Vera. The lad was worried."

"I don't like being fussed over, you know that."

"I do, but you're going to have to suck it up and let us fuss." Billy kissed the top of her head and walked from the room, missing her dirty look.

Hu caught the look and had to clear his throat to hide the chuckle that threatened to escape. "That's one tough woman," he whispered to Billy as the walked out the front door.

"You don't know the half of it."