Right. I'm feeling nice today! (Plus I may not be able to post till late tomorrow...) Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Reviews are like candy to me... I really do appreciate them!

Alex was sitting in Gene's office again. Chris, Ray and Shaz were all standing behind her. Gene was behind his desk looking at her.

"What happened, Bolls?"

Alex took a deep breath and plunged into her newly recovered memory. She thought back more than a year, back to the day she had been kidnapped.

She woke up in a dark room. Her head was throbbing badly. She was sitting up against a wall. Alex felt handcuffs holding her hands behind her back and a rope tying her legs together. There was a gag in her mouth. She struggled against the bonds, had no luck. Her head throbbed painfully and she gasped. She hadn't realised how badly it hurt.

The door opened. Alex started screaming, hoping someone would hear. She struggled against her restraints again. A man stepped inside the door wearing a mask and shut the door, casting the room into blackness. He turned on a light, the only light in the room. Alex looked up at him in fear. He kicked her in the stomach.

"Shut up! Cop scum!" Alex stopped struggling as she dealt with the new pain.

"Why?" she tried to asked around the gag.

"Shut UP!" He hit her with the butt of a pistol. Alex slid to the floor, dazed and bleeding. The man walked out of the room as she slid back into unconsciousness.

*

Alex woke up, her body stiff and sore. Her bonds had been removed, and she knew why.

She had given up hope.

She knew that Gene may very well still be looking for her, but it didn't matter anymore. He wouldn't find her. She would die. She was certain she would die. One day, one of the beatings would knock her into unconsciousness forever. She was okay with that. She would do anything to escape pain.

She tried to remember why she had transferred to Fenchurch, but couldn't. She knew she was missing something; a big chunk of memory had just disappeared. She couldn't remember anything until Gene Hunt found her. Alex sighed. If she hadn't transferred to Fenchurch, this wouldn't have happened. She would have never been stuck in a cold store, never met the man who, before this, had always saved her life. It was her fault that she was here. And she would die here, either from starvation or blow gone wrong.

Her jacket lay underneath her head. It was her only source of comfort. Alex smelled the leather. The smell of smoke mixed with the smell of leather, dirt, and blood. She smelled it again. What she wouldn't give to have Gene blowing smoke in her face! She knew, however, that she would never experience that again.

She was going to die.

*

Alex stopped. Her memory was starting to get hazy as she approached the memories where she didn't know who she was.

"Bolly?" Gene's voice was gentle.

"Not yet Guv," she said. She searched deep into her memory to continue the story.

*

She gasped in pain as something cut into her leg. The man left the room, leaving a sandwich and a glass of water on the table. Alex looked at her leg. It was bleeding badly. She didn't even bother to cover it. It would heal in time, just like all of her other wounds. She ate the sandwich and drank the water. Why wouldn't they just end it?

*

Something was wrong with her leg. She couldn't move it. She felt feverish. Maybe this is how she would die.

The door opened and two men walked into the room. Something told her to stay away from them and she tried to back herself up to the wall. Her leg still wouldn't move, she just fell down on the floor.

"What's wrong with you?" one asked worriedly.

She just groaned, grasping her thigh. It hurt so much. One of the men approached her and looked at her thigh.

"She's got a nasty cut here. It's hard to see, her jeans are in the way."

"Out of the way!" The other man approached her pocketknife in hand. He cut a hole in her jeans around the wound.

She felt awful. She looked down at the wound. She wasn't sure, but she didn't think that the cut should be that colour. Bile started to rise in her throat. The first man jumped back as she vomited all over his shoes.

"Shit!"

The second man continued to study the wound. "It's infected. Badly. She needs a doctor."

"I'll call the boss. Matt'll get someone to come over."

Their faces were blurring. She felt her leg throb once more, and passed out.

*

She was lying in a bed. Her leg hurt. She tried to open her eyes, but they were too heavy. Voices surrounded her.

"She's been half gone for the past couple of weeks, boss. She gave up, and she's been forgetting ever since," said a deep voice.

"How can you tell?" a different voice asked. She assumed that he was the boss.

"A couple days before we saw her leg, she wasn't responding to her name anymore. She's forgotten herself boss. It took a while, but we got her the way you wanted her. Her memory is clean."

She slowly opened her eyes. Four men were in the room. One was sitting on the bed, checking her dressing. The other three were standing around the bed. The man on the left was short, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. The man on the right was taller. He had black hair and green eyes. She focused on the man in the middle. He was tall and skinny, but not in a bad way. His eyes were ocean blue, and his hair was brown, almost black. They hadn't noticed her.

"You two are lucky she's alive. I wanted her with a clean memory, not almost dead."

"Matt..." The man on the right stopped him. He pointed at her.

Matt stared at her, eyes slightly cold. "Sedate her until she's healed," he said, then walked out of the room.

*

"The next thing I remember was waking up in the bed, with no idea who I was or where I was. He told me I was Catherine, so I accepted it. He showed me her life, and I lived it, like I tried to live my own life before my memory came back. He told me not to mention the fact I couldn't remember anything before the day I woke up. Then I met you at the bank, and you know what happened from there."

Alex stopped. She looked around the silent office. Shaz had tears in her eyes. Ray and Chris were both looking down, she couldn't see their faces. Gene stared at her, horror, revulsion and pity in his eyes.

"Jesus, Bolls."

"I want to see Matt."

"What? Are you mad Bolly?!"

"I want to know why he did this to me."

Gene nodded.

"Fine," he said. "I'll take you. "I want to know too."

TBC...