Before the Taxi had even swung to the side of the road, Rachel was opening the door, chucking several notes at the driver, and storming across a pebbled driveway to a front door. The Taxi driver drew away wondering why the passenger had got such a pole up her arse, and why she was in such a hurry. Rachel knew she probably looked crazy and deranged, but she was absolutely racked with guilt. Every word she had said the night before had come out like a bullet. Flying into Gill and knocking her down more and more.

'Your a fucking Bullshitter... and you know what, I got it lucky. It's Sammy I really feel for. Having you as a Mother'

'Rache...'

'Save it. Save it for your petty suicide letter. You and me... we will never be Mother and Daughter. Your just my miserable cow boss with a serious Alcohol problem'

Rachel winced at the memories of her own words. She really hoped Gill was okay, and hadn't done anything stupid. For Sammy's sake more than anything. After all, the lad was her half Brother.

She pushed her finger to the doorbell and waited several seconds, before pressing it down again. No reply, so this time she pounded her fist against the wood. She wouldn't be able to ignore that.

'Open up. Police'

Still no answer. Gill was definitely in, her car was parked on the drive, and the light was on in the lounge. Rachel suddenly started to feel sick with nerves. What had she done? What had she pushed Gill too? Panicking, Rachel hammered at the door one more time, pleading for Gill to answer.

'Open up, or i'll knock the bloody door down and that's a promise'

Rachel's heart dropped back into her rib cage when she heard the sound of footsteps and coughing. She closed her eyes for a second, secretly thanking God for stopping Gill from doing anything stupid. The door opened abruptly, and there stood Gill in her Pyjamas and slippers, hair tousled, make up smudged across her face. Her facial expression was that of confusion.

'Rachel? What are you doing here?'

'Do you make Sammy stand on the doorstep as well?'

A cocky smile spread across the DCs face as she tilted her head to one side. Gill's face suddenly lit up as she stood to one side holding the door open for her 'Daughter' to come in. Rachel was glancing around the hallway, pictures lined up the red walls. It was cosy.

'Coffee? Got no Nesquik or any of those bloody Aero Mooses you eat by the truck load'

'No time. So come on, hurry up'

Gill stood staring at her daughter wondering what she was talking about. What had she got to hurry up for?

'Don't just stand there. Kevin's already broken the shredder, lost some paperwork and Smashed Jan's mug. She's on the warpath. I'd get there before it's Kevin's murder your investigating'

'Oh Shit. Give me five minutes... can you find my bloody car keys...they might be under the sofa, or somewhere like that'

Rachel stifled a giggle. Her 'Mother' was such a drunk, it was funny. She listened as the woman ran up the stairs to grab her clothes. Rachel stepped into the lounge, looking around at the photo's that hung off the wall. On the fireplace sat a photo of Sammy, but on the opposite end sat a photo of a baby. It wasn't Sammy, it was dressed in pink...

'Oh god'

She picked up the photo in both hands, holding it so tightly as though it would break if she loosened her grip. It was her. She stood staring at it, seeing the smile in her new-born face, obviously happy to be in the arms of her Mother. It was probably taken seconds before she was cruelly ripped away from Gill.

'Did you find my keys?'

Gill had re-appeared, all suited up. She was looking in and out of drawers searching high and low for the keys to her car. Standing up straight and taking another look around the room, her gaze fell on Rachel who was holding a photo frame in her hands.

'Two hours old there. Right old lungs you had...still do really'

Rachel slowly put the photo back and turned on her heel slowly, letting one small tear squeeze from her eyes. She quickly reached up her hand a swatted it away as quickly as it had appeared.

'All the better for being heard above Kevin. Now I'll drive you, haven't got much time. Got a Murder to prevent'

'I'll have to grab a taxi home'

'What, after you take me out for a drink...Mum?'

Gill did a table take, turning quickly as she exited the house through the door. Rachel was grinning once again.

'Well now you know where you get your drinking Habbits from kid'