A/N: Sorry for the wait, to make up for it, will post to chapters. - Sadly then there may be another wait. Sorry... just well, dreading writing up coming chapter, but I will do it. I can promise you that.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Work went smoothly for the most part. Kent did as promised and stayed in the station doing paper work, making inquiries by phone, only venturing to the records room in search of the building invoice for the ceiling repairs now that they knew that it had been one of the Kray's doing the work. - Watching over their shoulder the whole time. Joe kept a discreet eye on him at all times, well unless he was out of the office meeting with a reluctant Ed Buchan, who'd given him everything he had on the original Kray cases. All in all the day was going smoothly, even though they hadn't gotten anywhere.

The only shadow on the horizon was the note Joe had found on his desk when he'd returned from his meeting with Ed. As always no one had seen who left it, not even Kent who'd been at his desk all morning. Joe had had a gist of what the note was going to say before he even read it; it would make another cryptic statement about there being a mole within his unit. Ridiculous.

You still think you can trust him? - Even though you've seen them together.

Joe's breath caught at the words and his eyes instantly sort out Kent, who was sat talking on the phone. He tried to force away the doubt and the fear but he couldn't silence that little voice in the back of his mind, the one that had been silent so long it was almost a stranger. Tearing his gaze away from the junior officer, he crumpled the paper in his palm and tossed it in the trash, dismissing it and his thoughts he turned to the book Ed had given him. He was focused on the pages when Mansell called him with a lead.

"What you got?"

"I've found something that proves that Jimmy and Johnny Kray are managing directors of multiple investments."

"And here's a list of the business's they own." McCormack added handing over sheet of paper.

"Looks like a Chinese restaurant, a couple of Turkish places in Green Lanes, and a Russian tea room." Mansell frowned up at him.

"All these businesses are a front.

"For what?" asked Mansell.

"Ronny Kray wanted to create the federation of crime. The idea was to have all the gangs working together rather than competing with one another, they'll pool their expertise and their combined strength would make them unstoppable. What we have here is the new federation of crime. All these restaurants represent a gang, the Russians, the Triads, the Turkish, all under the control of Jimmy and Johnny. They're on their way to realizing their fathers dream."

The room filled with a tension as they all processed the revelation, Joe's gaze flickering to a pale and nervous looking Kent. He tried to forget the doubts the note had sparked but couldn't, they were there clawing at the back of his mind and he hated himself for it, after all Kent had gone through a vicious attack, there was no way he was a mole. No way. With a shake of his head and a sharp self-telling off, he turned his attention to Miles as the older man stood staring up at the whiteboard mournfully.

~WHITECHAPEL~

Joe had decided to slip out for a few hours, leaving the team working late. He was planning on visiting Ed; he wanted his help with uncovering what had happened to Miles's father. He was at his car when they came for him, dragging him away and into a silver car.

"What are you doing?"

"Get in the car." one ordered.

"You can't just take me." But there wasn't much choice as the two men forced him head first into the vehicle.

As the car speed away from the station Joe made himself more comfortable, shifting in his seat. His heart was pound viciously; he swallowed and glanced at the men on either side of him, large, butch and dangerous. His gaze shifted to the drive and his pounding heart froze, he shifted to get a better look and he knew he wasn't seeing things. It was him, the man from the hospital and the station, the man who Kent had been talking to. The bottom dropped out of his stomach as the man met his gaze in the rear view mirror, a smile in his eyes. Kent slouched in his seat his mind a chaotic rage. The notes had been right, he tried not to believe it, tried to think of a plausible excuse for what was blatantly in front of him, but couldn't.

He ran on autopilot after that, he barely remembered the conversation with the Kray's. Kent's betrayal clouded his mind throughout the whole exchange until he was dragged away and returned to the station. He stood in the car park looking up at the building, his heart pounding and wary. He still couldn't believe it, Kent of all people. He couldn't face him or anyone, so with tears burning his eyes he got in his car and drove off. He didn't go anywhere in particular; he just drove around London, a feeling of déjà vu haunting him. He'd done the same thing during the ripper case. Then he'd been able to find peace and sanctuary with Kent, tonight he didn't have that option so he drove.

After an hour he found himself outside a bar, the kind he hadn't been in for almost a year. He sat at the bar with a whiskey cradled in his hands, his gaze locked on the black wooden top. He looked around at the men and an urge to find comfort flooded him but he didn't move, he didn't smile or talk, he just sat there drinking, ignoring the men that tried their luck.

After two drinks Joe left, warily returned to his car where he simply sat in the driver's seat, his head resting against the wheel. He hadn't realised he'd fallen asleep until a uniform knocked on his window and ushered him on his away with amused smirks on their faces.

~WHITECHAPEL~

Joe returned to the station at around one to find the incident room empty. He wondered for a moment where Kent was but soon the anger swamped him again. He didn't want to see him so it was probably best that he wasn't there. He settled on the couch in his small office for a few hours' sleep, more determined than ever to get the Kray's. When he woke a few hours later, he headed out before the team could arrive. He didn't want to be there, he needed to compose himself before he saw Kent, so he got something for breakfast, met with his informant and then went to see Ed about Miles's father.

When he finally returned to the station he was focused only on the case. He told Miles and the team what he'd learn about Billy Bunhill, that he'd been an innocent victim of circumstance before informing them that he'd met with the Krays. A gasp of shock resounding from the men and Joe's gaze flickered to Kent, who looked genuinely concerned and fearful. Joe had to commend him of his acting skills. Of course he'd known how good Kent was at playing the innocent; he'd been doing it for months after all.

"Are you serious?" McCormack asked with a deep frown, pulling Joe away from his thoughts.

"I think Johnny is relatively harmless, he's the business man, he just wants to run the foundation of crime, but Jimmy's completely insane."

"Like father, like son." Mansell mumbled.

"When Ronny got paranoid the murder count went right up." Miles clarified. "Called himself the colonel and plotted to eliminate all of his enemies."

"Well it's been made very clear to me that we're the enemies now." Joe informed them, surprised by his calm.

Walking back to his office, he paused in front of Kent, giving him a chance, hope that he was wrong. "Jimmy and Johnny spent time in the Congo as mercenaries. Find out when, for how long and who they fought with." he said in a harsh unforgiving tone.

"Yes Sir. - Straight away."

TO BE CONTINUED….

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A/N: Well, one step closer, really not looking forward to this I just hope I can do it justice. I also hope that this puts some foundation behind why Joe would accuse Kent, cause I can't think for the life of me why he would assume it was. I'll probably go into a rant when I've finished writing that moment because it really winds me up.

Anyway, thanks for staying with me, see you next chapter.