Sorry for the long time between updates. I'm terrible at finishing stories, I've worked through most of my idea and can't work out how I get to the ending I have in my head. But still working on that new years resolution to finish this story so I'm ploughing through slowly. Thank you for your lovely reviews. Thanks for your suggestion Melanie, I had completely forgotten to write anything about the rest of the team! Hope you enjoy.

'Hey Luca,' Hondo called across the SWAT kitchen.

'Sup,' Luca turned from a conversation he was having with Tan to look at him.

'Street didn't turn up for his counselling session. Do you know why?' Hondo closed the distance between them and came to a stop.

'He didn't show?' Luca hadn't expected that of Street. 'I'll give him a ring,' Luca said pulling out his phone. It went straight to answer phone. Luca looked up at Hondo who had been waiting for an explanation.

'Straight to voicemail,' Luca told him not sure what to think. Normally it wouldn't bother him that he'd gone MIA for a couple of hours, but at the moment he could fight off the feeling at the pit of his stomach that something was wrong. What if Benz had caught up with him? He couldn't imagine he would be happy to find that he escaped.

'Let's find him,' Tan spoke beside him, before Luca had too long to spiral. He obviously had the same bad feeling Luca had.

They grabbed Deacon on the way out and loaded up Black Betty. Luca navigated the streets quickly to his house. He'd barely slipped Betty into park before the doors were open and they headed to the house.

Nothing was out of place, but Street wasn't there. There was no sign of him or his phone, but there was also no sign of fowl play. The team finished their sweep and if anything they were more lost that when they were on their way here. At least on the way here they were doing something. Now they didn't know what to do.

'I need a trace on Street's phone,' Hondo radioed back to base.

'The phone appears to be off at the moment so I can't get a location. I do know the last cell tower it pinged off and when. It was south east tower twenty seven at ten forty two.'

'Thanks,' Hondo replied to her before turning to his team. 'Lets head in that direction and see if we can at least find his car, or what he was doing there.'

They knocked a lot of doors that afternoon. Luckily the shift had been quiet and they'd covered a lot of ground around the twenty seventh tower, but it had brought them no closer to finding Street or his car. Hondo had put out an ABP on Streets car, so far there was no news. Feeling deflated the team returned to base. It was past the end of their shift and they had to get Black Betty back.

'Chris,' Street spoke to the warm unmoving form tucked by his side on the sofa. She didn't answer. He had assumed she'd fallen asleep, but he still wanted to talk to her. They had so much to discuss. He had decided he was not loosing her again, no matter what they had to do to stay together. He couldn't quite imagine them fleeing the country, but if it came to that then that's what he would do to make sure that she was safe, and stayed by his side.

She didn't answer or move and he couldn't bring himself to wake her. Pins and needles in his leg finally dictated their movement. Chris had been half sat on top of him and slowly his right leg had gone numb. That had been ok, but now it had moved onto the painful thudding in his foot and he could no longer ignore the pain. He shifted her weight. Lifting her off him and moving her to side on the sofa beside him. Chris stirred as his body heat was withdrawn from her. He looked down into her opening eyes and he smiled finally witnessing her relaxed and carefree.

'Sorry,' she looked slightly embarrassed, but relaxed into the arm that was still around her. 'I have to know,' she spoke after a while. Street had been lost in his own thoughts, wondering how to start the conversation he wanted to have.

'`Know what?' Confusion filled him. What did he know that she didn't? He was sure she was the one with all the secrets.

'Why?' That made even less sense than the first question. Chris looked at his blank expression. 'How can you hold me right now? I've just told you what I've done.'

'Because I love you; and that's not the real you.' Tears streamed down her face silently.

'But it is me. I did it. I'm a murderer.'

'Chris,' Street pulled her back onto his lap wrapping her in his arms.

'No,' she pushed him away. Forcibly removed herself from his lap. He didn't fight her much. The look on her face made him stop. It nearly made his heart stop to see her in so much anguish.

'Chris, please,'

'I'm not Chris,' she shot back at him. His heart dropped. He thought they had gotten through this. 'I'm not Jamie either,' she spoke quietly having read the look on his face. 'I'm officially dead, right?' Street couldn't work out where she was going. He supposed she was right. They hadn't yet done anything about the fact she was legally dead; if the team had sorted it, he didn't know about it. He hadn't thought to ask.

'Yeah. But we will change it. It was a mistake,' he was pleading with her now. Looking up at her from his seat on the couch, he was worried if he stood she would bolt again.

'I don't know how to be her anymore. I've done such terrible things. I don't deserve this.' Her arms fell to her side in defeat.

'This wasn't you, it was him,' Street's hands went to hers. He held her hands in his. She looked down at him, her brown eyes shining with unshed tears. She looked so raw. Street gulped down his own emotion as he continued. 'You didn't know who you were, where you were. You were a clean slate; and he chose to take advantage of that. He moulded you into what he needed. I promise; no I swear to you this isn't your fault.' And for once Street thought she might actually be listening to him.

Her eyes searched his, checking to see if he believed what he was saying. She had to be sure before she could consider believing him. She saw nothing but love in his eyes, and that scared her more than not believing him. That put him in a very dangerous position, Benz was going to punish her. That, out of everything, was the one thing she could count on.