A musky scent of gun powder burnt at Naomi's nostrils, she could feel her ear drums pounding in the complete slience of the frozen room, smoke hung in the air like a plague. Whatever lied behind Naomi's clasped lids was not a sight for the faint hearted.

'What the hell?' Was all that flew around her mind like a broken record, her mind, excluding that, now was completely blank. It wasn't that hard to believe what had just happened considering her line of work but this seemed different. She couldn't quite put her finger on it and it left her with this horrible, unidentifiable feeling deep within.

"What the fuck just happened?" Naomi suddenly remembered how to breath when she heard the distinicted groan from Cook and took in a much needed lung full of air. Naomi looked down to find a shivering Emily Fitch, her eyes viced shut in some navie attempt to block out the horror that no doubt had been left behind.

"Shuuuuuuuuuush, you're gonna be alright," Naomi suddenly found herself cooing to the terrified young woman as she tightened her grip on her and reassuringly rubbed her side. What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck happened to professionlism you stupid cow? Naomi quickly shook her head of her internal rant and tucked Emily's head underneath her chin as she continued to whisper meaningless, nothings to her. Now was not the time to be a cold hearted twat.

"Cook?" Naomi called, still too afraid for Miss Fitch's state to push back the door and finally witness the destruction that had been left.

"I'm alright Blondie, you?" He sounded alittle out of it but he'd be alright, he's made of strong stuff.

"Yeah, Effy?"

"Cook you can let go of me now," Effy's un phased tone being like music to her ears, she'd never been so relieved in all her life to hear the voices of the ones she held so close, they were not just colleagues or even friends, they were family and the only few that Naomi knew she'd never be able to live with out, however much she tried to hide the fact.

"Fuck off, I wasn't scared. But if you need some after shock, tender loving care all you got to do is ask babe," Naomi felt herself give out a slight chuckle at Cook's crude sense of humour and she could not doubt guess Effy had raised one of those perfectly sculptured eye brows at him. Naomi sighed with relief and rested her head against the back wall as she realised that those so called 'assainators' had been as about as much use as a chocolate fireguard. You get what your pay for Naomi figured.

"Shit!" Naomi's head snapped up from the wall when she heard Cook's alarmed tone.

"What is it?" She called trying not to sound too on edge for the young Fitch's benefit although from the looks of it she had completely blocked out her surroudings by burying herself deeper and deeper in Naomi's oddly comforting brace.

"It's Rob," Cook replied sounding genuinely worried. Naomi knew it must be bad for Cook to be moved.

"Effy come here and watch over Miss Fitch," Naomi ordered. Effy pulled back the door from the two revealing her strawberry blonde wig that was clutching for dear life at her head and an array of wood chippings that ladened her clothing. Naomi carefully untangled herself from Emily Fitch and passed her over to Effy so delicately as if she were china.

"Good God," Naomi mumbled as she took in the site before her. Mr Fitch laid slumped against his chair, his once pristine grey suit now battered with bullet holes, saturated in his own scarlett blood, his skin was glossy with sweat and most frightening of all was his steel blue eyes that looked right into Naomi's with pure fear. Bullet holes lined the plum wall paper all at near the same height, the gunmen must have had a plan off the office to know exactly where Mr Fitch's desk would be in order to fire at the same area. He never stood a chance. Luckily Effy and Cook were who they were, anybody else and they would be handed the same fate Mr Fitch had been given.

"What we gonna do boss?" Cook enquired, never takeing his eyes of the corpse in front of him.

"We need to get out of here, now." Naomi looked up into Cook's murky blue orbs, a slight hint of fear probably couldn't have been detected by anybody else but Naomi had known him too long to notice that the look he was giving her wasn't the normal cocky Cook that she was used to.

"What we gonna do about the girl?" Naomi turned her head to Emily who still had her eyes taped shut, slight tears dribbled down her cheeks, her small frame tucked into Effy's. Naomi ran a hand through her hair and breathed deep, she couldn't believe she was actually going to do this.

"She'll have to come with us,"

"What! Are you crazy?" Cook hissed.

"What other choice do we have, huh?"

"How are we suppose to keep on the down low when we've got sombody from the most well known family in America following us around?" Cook couldn't believe his best friend, Naomi Campbell, badass , ice queen was actually proposeing they do something so ridiculously stupid.

"Look Cook," Naomi pointed to Robert Fitch's remains, "and I don't even think this is even the worst of it. I promised Mr Fitch that even in death we were going to stop at nothing to keep his family safe. I'm not exactly over the moon about the idea myself but a promise is a promise," Cook sighed but nodded never the less.

"Cook, get the car and meet us at that glass apartment building that's about three blocks away, we'll meet you there," Cook nodded and fixed his wig before strideing out the door.

"Eff find us the nearest fire escape, I'll sort out the girl," She nodded and carefully placed the shaken Emily on the marble floor before sliding out the door. Naomi stopped as she looked over the emotional wreck that was Emily Fitch and looked back at the bullet battered body of Robert Fitch. Naomi grabbed a jacket that she assumed was Mr Fitch's from the coat stand in the corner of the room and covered his disturbing features with it before cautiously making her way over to a shivering Emily.

"Miss Fitch, we need to get you out of here," Naomi tried to sound as calm as possible as she knelt down to the young girl's level, "you need to trust us, we're here to help. Is that okay?" For the first time since attack Emily opened her eyes, her chocolate orbs drawing all that surrounded her even if they were blood shot from tears. She darted her eyes to the left and froze, Naomi turned her head to look at the evident figure that could be detected even with the jacket covering the more grusome details.

"Emily, is that okay?" Naomi asked again, trying so hard not to rush the traumatised woman. Her bottom lip trembled as she wiped a few trails of tears from her cheeks but she still nodded. Naomi gave an encourging nod and helped the woman to her feet before leading her out of the doors her other two commrades had just left.

Naomi scanned the hallway outside the waiting area and was relieved to see no signs of disturbance, Rob was true his word about there being no sercuity. She noticed Effy at the far end waving them over.

"This is our best bet," Effy pointed to a rustic red fire door, "It's got pressure senstive alarm so you better have a trick up your sleeve cause if we open that door everyone's gonna know about,"

Naomi nodded and handed Emily over to Effy before extracting a pair of thin wire cutters from her blazer pocket. Prying off the plasitc caseing of the doors alarmed panel that was situated next to it to reveal a world of various wires and other interesting gizmos, a world Naomi was all too familar with. After a short few seconds of playing about Naomi opened the door as if it was any ordinary door, no alarms or flashing lights just undetected silence.

"You amaze me everytime," Effy smiled before passing the shaken young woman back over to Naomi and made her way down the dark emergency stairs.

A short while later the three women were urgently awaiting the arrival of Cook with the car. After a few close calls they managed to navigate Emily through the busy Las Vegas streets to the desired destination.

"Where the fuck is the twat," Naomi huffed looking up and down the streets in a frustrated mess.

"He'll be here, it's Cook. Don't worry," Effy tried to reassure her. She loved Naomi but somtimes she just way too hung up about things, although Effy had to admit this was probably a pretty frightful situation for any normal human being with the right functioning mentailty.

"That's what I'm fucking worried about," A sudden screech of tires made Naomi sigh with relief, "speak of the devil," She mumbled as they watch the nifty convertible plough up the street at unspeakable speeds for such an old car.

"Where the hell have you been?" Naomi snapped once Cook had pulled up.

"Have you even tried navigating through Las Vegas at one in the fucking afternoon," Cook barked back.

"Urgh! Just move it!" With that the foursome spend off through the frantic city rush.

Detective Fredrick Mclair sighed for what felt like the thousandth time today as he pulled up infront of Fitch's Casino, down town Las Vegas.

"God help me," He mumbled to himself as rested his sweaty forehead onto the cool fabric of the steering wheel. Another night of insomia followed by much wanted case, 'yeah right' he thought bitterly. This was going to be hell, if the reports were true and Robert Fitch was dead and his daughter Emily Fitch was missing then Detective Mclair's week just got a whole lot crappier , and he thought living in this metaphorical toliet couldn't get any shitter.

He took one final look at the arrogant looking building and stepped out into the unbearable Las Vegas heat.

"Oh shit," He hissed when he saw rookie Detective, Nick Leven come strideing over to him, his fuck annoying grin on his face. He'd only been part of the homicide team for a week and his team spirit attitude was already getting on everyone's tits.

"What's the situation then Leven?"

"Well, Robert's secretary said she came back from her lunch cause she forgot somthing and saw his door open and found him, like a scene from Reservoir Dogs in there Sir. I don't mean the whole ear thing, but you know that would be so coo...," Freddie raised one eyebrow clearly indicating for Mr Leven to stop while he was still a head, luckily he wasn't super retarded and kept his mouth shut.

"Any other witnesses?" Freddie asked as they stepped into the grand elevator.

"Erm... No, just the one,"

"CCTV?"

"Sorry Sir, according to Deborah Stevens , his secretary, Mr Fitch requested for the cameras to be cut off from his office and the surrounding area, saying he needed privacy," Detective Mclair's face srunched up as if he'd just eaten a lemon on hearing the odd information. Mr Fitch pretty much owned this town, everyone and there mothers must have known that people were out to get him, why take the risk?

"It's a bit odd, isn't Sir? I mean if I was sitting on that much cash I'd want all the armed men and bubble wrap I could afford," Freddie choose not to listen, whatever it was Detective Leven was rambleing on about it was most likely of no use to him.

'ding' Dective Mclair unwillingly pulled himself out of his shell on hearing the arrival of the required floor.

"Okay, you go and talk to the sercurity staff. I wanna know everything, clients, employers, threats, anything that goes through them to get the Mr Fitch and I'll meet you back here in an hour, alright?"

"Yes Sir," He saluted looking like a complete dick head before practically skipping off. Mclair sighed and rubbed a hand over his exhausted face, fucking insomnia he thought.

As he walked along the corridor he acknowledge a few familar faces who were either talking to potential witnesses or scanning for evidence. He gave a slight nod to the officer who was manning the door to Robert Fitch's office, god how he wished he could go back to those days. Days were he'd clock on wearing his uniform with pride and did what ever he could to clean the streets of Las Vegas then clock off and leave his job behind and enjoy the simplicity of a private life. Now all he seemed to do was follow dead ends, watch the death toll rise more and more each day, never shut off and wear a shitty suit while he was at it.

He could smell the crime before he could see it, an over powering wave of copper attacked his sinuses as he opened the door and the picture wasn't that much nicer either, although he'd being doing this far too long to get freaked out by the site of death, he saw it everyday, somedays he could only wish he'd be the one with the rest of the poor bastards he had to speak for.

"Detective Mclair," He turned to find Coroner Lara Loyd standing over over the victim, her latex gloved hands examing Detective Mclair's newest victim.

"What's the damage,"

"Well," she started taking off one glove and standing back next to Freddie, "obviously, cause death was due to severe blood loss, which to my guess may have been a result of a gun shot wound," She said nodding to the various bullet holes around the room, her sarcasm was far from unoticed by Freddie.

"What wepon are you thinking?"

"Well due to the amount of rounds fired it's more than likely a machine gun, an MP5 would be my guess, but till I get him back to the lab I can't be sure,' She sighed turning to him looking exactly how he felt, pissed off.

"Time of death?"

"Roughly two hours ago,"

"Fuck sake,"Freddie murmered running a hand through his shaggy mop of black hair.

"Don't I know the feeling," Lara nodded. "So, you coming to drinks after work with the rest of us, there's this new band on at Keith's," Freddie shook his head, "For god sake Freds! You gotta get yourself out there again, it's been two years, don't you think she would've have wanted you to continue your life and be happy," He remianed silent, "Come on, just for an hour or two,"

"Ah, I don't know. Nick's gonna be there and I can't stand him,"

"And you think we can? Come on stop making up excuses and just come, there's gonna be a load of us there, you don't even have to see Nick," He still wasn't convinced. "That Mini from traffic is going to be there and from what I hear she's rather fond you, god knows why," she mumbled while looking over his scruffy mess. She couldn't believe same happy go lucky Officer Mclair from nine years ago, when he first joined the force, was the same man standing in front of her now .

"But thinking about it she does have about the same amount of brain cells as a brick wall. Look just think about it Freds and give me a call," Lara finished as she gathered up her things and left Freddie to his thoughts.

'Why me?' was all he could think.

Now you been introduce to all sides of the story so all there's left to do now is explore, and as you've guessed I'll be slipping in lots of people from the series in.

Sorry for the terrible lateness but I've been left travelling to places where the internet is non existent but now I'm home for a bit and have lots of time a side for writing. Thank you to all that have bared with me.