Charles mobile rang a picture of Molly smiling appeared on the screen.

The security officer held up his hand for him to wait before answering, he then signalled for him to go ahead.

"Molly...?, Molly? It's Charles where are you?"All they could hear was background noise, they continued to record and trace the call...then the line went dead...the officer shook his head...he was doubtful they had, had long enough but continued to run the program.

Charles rang back before they could stop him. It rang for ten seconds and went to voicemail.

"Molly if you can hear me, I love you so much and we are going to find you" he paused stifling tears "stay calm and do what he says Molly, stay safe...you will be back here soon Molly with me and the boys we will all be together again...I promise...just focus on that for me"

Molly had quickly ended the call as he came back into the room and shoved the phone under her leg, she felt it vibrate again...someone was calling back...she held her breath for ten seconds until it stopped hoping he wouldn't hear anything...she would try again.

Jones came and sat opposite her tilting his head to one side and staring at her, his eyes moving from her face, down across her body and then back to her face...God he made her skin crawl, she thought trying to remain expressionless.

"You don't remember me do you Molly?" She stayed silent

"Well I remember you...Private Molly Dawes...Medic..."

"Bastion...you spent a lot of time hanging around with your superiors...well one in particular as I recall"

Molly was trying her best to maintain the poker face whilst trying to place his face...his voice...it seemed more familiar now she was associating it with Afghan...she was lost for a few minutes looking back into the deepest recesses of her memories...

He stepped forward to close the gap between them and took her hand, massaging it between his and then running his fingers up and down her forearm, she just stared at him, she couldn't move, she felt a wave of acidic nausea rising and before she could control it she had lurched forward vomiting all over him.

He jumped back "what the f ck..."

She wiped her mouth, her expression was anger now "I'm pregnant" but Molly knew it wasn't the pregnancy that had made her sick it was the realisation that she knew who he was, the camp creep that she had rinsed a couple of times on that tour...and he had been stalking her...for how long? and why?...so many more significant moments happened back then, he was trying it on and got the push back...big deal...why all these years later had it ended up in a semi hostage situation? Something wasn't right...there must be something else she doesn't know...he seems to know Charles...is that it?

"Why are you doing this ?"

"I remember you...now...but really getting the push back a couple of times after trying a bit of cheesy chat up...does it warrant all this...?"

He stopped cleaning himself up and knelt down beside her bringing his mouth right up to her ear, holding the back of her head steady with her hair, she was shaking...she couldn't control it, she was terrified at the look she had seen in his eyes as he had moved toward her.

"Your lovely Captain...he tore my life apart...it wouldn't be fair if I didn't return the favour"

Molly was still shaking...and she had a sharp pain in the back of her head where he was pulling at her hair but she remained defiant.

"So rather than face him...you kidnap his pregnant wife, having harassed her for God knows how long, spying like some pervert in the bushes and best of all trying to worm your way in by getting a job working for her...Jesus mate you should have just rung the doorbell and fought it out on the front lawn...but no a coward like you thinks they have a clever plan..."

She immediately felt another sharp pain stopping her from finishing her sentence and the room began to spin, one side of her face felt numb and she could taste blood in her mouth and then darkness.

Charles had arranged with the head for the boys to board at the school for a few days he had told Sam more detail about what had happened than Charlie and knew that Sam would look after his younger brother as he always had.

He had a long call with Kinders who had filled the missing blanks on Jones...Christ why hadn't he realised who this guy was...why?..because he had wanted to forget about that tour and everything that had happened...it had turned his life upside down...all the hurt he had wanted to forget it because it reminded him of Molly and now yet again his actions had put the person he loved the most in the world in danger all over again...as Molly had once put it back then he had "f cked up big time"

There was movement from the security team, calls were being made, they had a trace. Kinders called Charles to brief him and after refusing at first he had eventually said yes to his desperate request to get to Molly, he was driven to the school grounds where a helicopter was waiting.

Meanwhile a team had been despatched to the location they had traced and they were assembling for surveillance.

She felt like she was coming out of a dream she could hear screaming getting louder and louder as sights and sounds came into focus she sat up and could see him crouched in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth alternating between screaming and chattering as though he was having a one sided conversation, she instantly recognised it as schizophrenia...her eyes were drawn to something in his hand...sh!t it was a handgun.

She stood up very slowly and moved toward him...sitting down on the floor by the side of him, she had never been more terrified in her life but her duty of care had come to the fore...yet again she was stepping in to help someone with no regard for her own personal safety.

"Paul,...Paul it's Molly...I need you to listen to me...it's going to be ok Paul, but I need you to do something for me" it was like her voice snapped him into a temporary state of lucid thinking "he stared at her with tears in his eyes, put the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger"

Everyone started running toward the cottage, the front door was off its hinges within seconds, armed officers clearing the rooms, they scooped her up and ran outside placing her down on the path for the medical team on standby as the helicopter touched down several hundred yards away.

Charles was running across the field and then he stopped as the scene came into view...oh God no...please God no...his legs felt like they wouldn't move...he stumbled forward looking on in horror as she was shrouded by paramedics, he had to see her...but he was being held back by two of the security officers "sir let them do their work" he could see blood, he screamed at them "what the hell happened?" Then he heard her..."Charles...Charles?" She was alive...before he could do anything she was being put into the back of an ambulance "Sir if you want to be with her you need to come now" he jumped into the back and met her gaze before being manoeuvred on to a seat by the paramedic as the ambulance pulled away.

She was unconscious again, he couldn't control his breathing "what's happening to her" the paramedic grabbed his shoulder "What's your name.?" He hesitated "Charles and this is Molly, she's my wife...she's pregnant...please you have to help her...I can't lose her again" The paramedic focused his attention "Charles you need to listen to me, we are doing everything we can for Molly and the baby but she is losing blood at the moment and that is why she keeps going in and out of consciousness, I need you to try and stay calm and focused for me so that is what she sees when she wakes up ok ?"

He was lost...he just nodded and sat back helpless, letting them do their work.