AUTHORS NOTE: So this is a lame ass chapter and I can't believe I'm actually putting it in but I thought it would be a filler because we get to meet the fanfiction writers in the next chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything

Suspects

"Are you actually kidding me?" Robbie asked Jackie as they walked through the hospital. "We're actually working a case where we think the main suspects could be a bunch of overweight..."

"Why do you think they're overweight?" Jackie said stopping and turning to glare at him, her arms crossing over her chest as she waited for his fantastic response to this simple question. He looked over at her and realised that he had to answer this carefully because Jackie actually looked closer to killing him for that simple statement.

"Oh come on, Jacks. Do you think that they're going to be slim women with active social lives? They write stories in their spare time!" He said rolling his eyes. "Trust me. They're going to be social losers with bad looks and no life." He promised and she just shook her head.

"You actually disgust me at times, do you know that?" She started to walk again. "Its statements like that that destroys people's confidence so that they don't want to do anything. I actually think it's a solid lead and if you'd have bothered to read some of their work, you'd have seen that some of the works had good quality." She pointed out before starting to walk away before turning back to look at him, "oh and the slash between you and Stuart was beautifully written."

"You're a bitch," he pointed out before raising his eyebrow. "Wait... What's slash?"

"Oh man, get with the lingo!" She teased before arriving at the reception. "We're looking for the last nurse to work with Melanie Sykes." The receptionist looked up at them, gave them the spiel about how upsetting it was which they heard at least three times during a case before saying that if there was anything they could do, they just had to ask.

"Sweetheart, we just need to know who Melanie Sykes worked with or who was really close to?" Robbie said cutting her off because he was starting to tire of the spiel and thought that people should start getting new material. The receptionist looked at him, her eyes glazed over with tears as she just nodded and Jackie gave him a kick in the shin before turning her attention back to the young girl.

"It was Nurse Mitchell. She's one of the senior nurses," she tapped a few more keys onto her computer before looking back up at them. "Today is Nurse Mitchell's day off," this sentence was followed by more clicks to her computer followed by the whirl of the printer. She handed Jackie a piece of paper and smiled, "this is her home address. I'd phone her before popping round because she really appreciates her days off because she rarely gets them."

Robbie yanked the piece of paper off Jackie and winked at the receptionist, "Thank you, sweetheart!" He started to walk out of the hospital, Jackie following him with her mobile out. "What do you plan on doing?"

"I plan to phone..."

"No way!" He shook his head, taking the phone off of her. "That gives her time enough to leave or even come up with a story!"

"She's not a suspect, Robbie." Jackie amended reaching for her phone but agreeing enough with him to put the phone away and take the details. "I do agree with you though. The fanfiction writers are probably the solid lead."

"Yeah..." He said distracted before turning back to look at her. "What's slash?" She just laughed that laugh that made him realise that he wouldn't appreciate the answer.

The elder woman opened the door and smiled at them, the smile sad and the two detectives could tell how tired he was. "Detectives, I've been waiting for you to come." She said smiling and beckoning them into the house, moving towards the living room as she offered them both a cup of coffee.

"That would be lovely, Mrs Mitchell." Robbie said smiling, "but please allow me, you look as if you're about to fall down!" He said and she smiled at him. Jackie couldn't believe that the guy could even charm an elderly woman into loving him. She rolled her eyes and waited for the old woman to have a seat before sitting down herself.

"It's a dreadful thing about poor little Melanie. She had a good path ahead of her," she said confidently. "I've been a nurse for fifty years and I've never wanted to change but Melanie had dreams. She was still at college and she was planning on being a doctor and then even maybe a surgeon. She'd have been fantastic. She had drive that I always made sure the interns saw!" Jackie smiled at how Mrs Mitchell spoke of Melanie as if she was a daughter to her.

"Do you know of anyone that would want to hurt Melanie?" Jackie asked accepting one of the cups of coffee that Robbie had just brought in. The woman shook her head.

"At work, she was completely adored and her husband also adored her. She was the world to him. Oh I haven't been to see him or the boy yet, are they okay?" He asked and Jackie nodded her head.

"Is there anything you can think of to tell us, Mrs Mitchell?"

"She's been acting suspiciously recently and the other night she felt as if someone was watching her," Mrs Mitchell sighed. "I didn't believe her but maybe if I had then she'd be okay?"

"No, Mrs Mitchell. You shouldn't blame yourself." Robbie said taking hold of her hand and sighing. "Are you completely sure that no one at the hospital was out to get her?"

"No. I can honestly say not. She was much loved." She looked down at her mug, her eyes glazed with tears. "Do you mind leaving? I'm extremely tired." Robbie nodded and stood up.

"If you can think of anything else, ma'am, please phone me." He said holding out a card to her and she just smiled, accepting it before showing them out. Jackie waited until they got into the car before turning to look at him.

"What do you think about her?"

"She's hiding something," Robbie said driving away. "I think someone is also making her keep quiet." Jackie agreed.

"How are you getting on?" Burke asked sitting down next to him and looked over at the computer screen. There were four different computer searches running through all data and Burke wasn't even going to pretend he knew what was going to happen.

"I only have the IP address for one and that's because she uses her house computer the most," he pointed at a screen where the dot was connected to Edinburgh. "The computer is now searching up data of who lives there BUT I thankfully have enough data of the young girl herself due to her profile but obviously due to it being on the internet I can't be a 100% sure that this is actually correct."

Burke sighed as he took hold of the profile that Stuart had printed off and read through it. He smiled at the quirkiness. "Who'd have thought our little team would have meant so much to a group of young girls?" He said before hearing Stuart cry out.

"Here's another one," he said printing out a sheet. "She's much older at the age of twenty-two according to the profile." Burke read through the profile and laughed. They were all quirky. He read the second sheet which gave her rap sheet.

"This one has a record?"

"Yeah childhood rebellion," he said nodding his head as he looked over at him. "I could have the other two girls by the end of the evening and have cars sent out for them tomorrow?"

"Do you even think that these girls could be the ones behind all of this?" Burke asked reaching over for the other two profiles. One was rather simple, the other rather quirky from how her friend had hacked into her account and "raped" her as they'd written at the end as footnote. In this small writing fun, they'd all made friends according to the profiles. It appeared that they'd found soulmates, people who shared their passion and just a place to show off their talents. "They seem too quirky and innocent to be going out and turning their own writing into real life."

"RL," Stuart said laughing. "It's amazing how much lingo there actually is to this thing!" He said shaking his head before cheering as a third one connected. "The fourth one has several IP networks but reading the A N's on her stories..."

"A N's?"

"Authors notes, it is what opens each story or chapter." He explained before turning to a story. "According to this story her laptop was broken so she had to use the library of her university just to publish which gives her another network and her original network is miles away in England, something tells me this girl is an English student in one of our many universities. If I can get a solid IP network then we'll have all four girls."

"You make it sound so simple," Burke laughed as he took the three accounts he already had. "I'll obviously need to talk to the supervisor before we haul minors in here."

"Only one is a minor, they can come in." He pointed out standing up and moving into his office, he pressed the buttons of the supervisor. How was he going to explain this one?

TO BE CONTINUED...