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Alex walked into CID nervously Monday morning. Bits and pieces of her memory had been restored, but she still felt that a large chunk of it was missing. She could remember everything since the day she had arrived dressed as a prostitute, but couldn't remember anything before. Gene looked up as she walked in shivering.

"God, Catherine, where's your coat?"

Alex looked at Gene. She remembered him. She remembered the day she had met him, she realised with delight.

"Catherine...Where's your coat?" His voice was less patient.

"I looked for my jacket all over the flat, but couldn't find it."

"You have plenty of jackets, you were wearing one Saturday."

"No, Gene. I couldn't find my jacket."

"Are you trying to make some innuendo? Cause if you are, I'm not getting it here."

"You are bloody impossible aren't you? You are always making some smutty comment!"

CID looked up. They hadn't heard Catherine talk like this before. It almost sounded like...No, it couldn't be.

Gene looked at her oddly, and walked into his office to answer the phone. He walked right back out again.

"Chris, Ray! Body was found down at the river! Get to the Quattro! MUSH!" He walked out the doors, leaving Alex behind. He hadn't figured it out yet. Strangely, that was okay with Alex. She didn't want anyone to know about her memory coming back until she could restore the large chunk that was missing. She decided to do a little investigating before the Guv came back. She walked into Gene's office.

"Ma'am?" Shaz said. "I don't think the Guv wants anyone in there."

"Don't worry, Shaz. If I get caught in here, I can take care of myself."

Shaz shrugged and walked away, rubbing her stomach.

Alex, meanwhile, went to work. She looked through Gene's desk, searching for anything that might trigger her memory more. When there was nothing, she started going through his file cabinets. In the bottom drawer of one, she found her gun and warrant card, along with her name plate.

"I thought these were gone forever."

She put the gun and warrant card in her jeans, and held the name plate. Nothing had triggered her memory further. She wondered what happened to her jacket. Had she been wearing it that day? Yes, she had. It was probably in the dump somewhere. She remembered, somewhat hazily, someone removing her clothing and putting her in a nightshirt.

Alex turned around, and stared at the bulletin board. There was a newspaper clipping about her going missing. Above that was a picture of a man. He looked extremely familiar. She moved closer, but before she could even read the print, his name was pulled into her conscious thought.

"SAM TYLER!" Suddenly it all came flooding back. She remembered the bullet, her parents dying, being assigned to Sam's case, and Molly.

"Molly." It had been nearly a year since she had woken up with no memory. She had no sights of Molly during that time. Did this mean she was dead in 2008? What was going on? Alex grew faint, and supported herself on Gene's desk. Her head throbbed.

"I'm coming back Molly, I swear." Her vision turned black.

*

She woke up slowly, to find Gene standing over her, a frown on his face.

"What the hell are you doing in my office? Why do you have those things?" he growled menacingly.

"Guv..."

"Did anyone give you permission to come in here?"

"No, Guv, but..."

"Did anyone say you could go through my drawers?"

"NO, Guv, but..."

"Did you just call me Guv?"

Alex stopped, thrown by his question. Gene tilted her chin up, staring into her eyes.

"Did you just call me Guv?" He said it slowly, quietly, full of hope.

"Yes."

"Alex?"

"Yes, Guv."

"Oh my God! Alex, your back?!" He screamed this and all of CID looked up into the office, where she was standing across from him.

"Guv, I'm missing my jacket. My white jacket. Is it in the dump?"

"Typical woman," he muttered. "Recovers her memory and all she's worried about is clothes."

He looked at her. He didn't know how he had missed it. Her eyes were liquid again, instead of the ice that they had been for the past few months.

"Right. You want your jacket. Follow me." Gene led her into evidence, to the box with her name on it.

"We got those on the 13th of January." She started to open the box.

"Before you look at those, they're pretty bad. Chris ran out of the room to chuck."

"I have a stronger stomach than Chris, don't I?"

She continued opening the box. She looked in and gasped. The clothes were torn, dirty and bloodstained. Memories came flooding back into her mind about the time she had spent in that room. She knew a lot of the time she had been beaten senseless, but seeing these clothes put it into perspective. She pulled out her shirt. It was caked with blood.

Gene looked on sadly. "We thought you were murdered."

Alex pulled out the rest of the clothes in the box. At the bottom, also covered in dirt and blood, but amazingly not torn, was her jacket. She held it, the familiar leather giving her comfort. She looked at Gene.

"What triggered it?" He didn't have to explain. She knew what he was talking about.

"Bolly."

"What?"

"You said Bolly. Since the time you found me again, you've only said the word Bolly once."

"The only time I even thought about you being Bolly was at the Christmas party. I can't believe it...Bolls."

Alex smiled, putting the clothes back in the box, but leaving the jacket out. She'd clean it, and wear it as soon as she could. Gene put the box back up on the shelf.

"Alex."

"Yes, Guv?"

"What happened?"

TBC... I might be posting later as it is the weekend....