I'm baaack! I was sitting in a bar in Menorca a few days ago and guess what song (honestly) came over the speakers? ;)

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Dawn

"In here," the woman said and pushed Alex into the dark room.

Alex had only seen a glimpse of her prison, just before Hargreaves had got a blindfold around her head, but she had been impressed despite herself. A huge mansion surrounded by trees that Alex reckoned would be easy to climb if she was locked in a room by a tree.

Unfortunately, the room Alex now found herself in had no window. A bulb with no shade hung from the ceiling, casting light over mounds of clothes, falling out of drawers and littering the floor. She wasn't even in a room. It was someone's walk-in wardrobe.

"You are allowed to change," said the woman, before closing the door behind her. Alex shivered as she heard a lock click behind her. She wondered if the lock was just to guard the clothes in the room or if the room had been used to hold prisoners before.

Alex counted to a hundred then made her way over to the door. She listened carefully and when she was sure that there was no one outside, she slammed her body against it.

It didn't move. She knew it would for Ray or Gene but she wasn't quite strong enough. Sighing, she reached to her hair then stopped. What, she was going to go running around this place in her gown? Alex took it off and looked around for something to wear, finally settling on an outsized T-shirt and a pair of men's jeans.

Alex removed a hair pin and kneeled down by the lock. She hated picking locks this way, it took ages. She had a set of lock-picking tools in her desk in CID but they weren't with her now.

It took hours to unpick the lock and she gave up several times. Finally, she could open the door. She crept forwards and along the corridor outside. She had no way of locking the door again so now she was out, she would have to stay out.

She came to a window. A pink dawn hung across the sky. Saturday she realised and wondered where the others were. Did they know where she was? Or did they think she had died?

The following Monday, Gene, Ray and Chris passed the window where Alex had stood some days ago admiring the Saturday dawn. They carried on, guns raised, senses alert and silent, keeping an eye on the doors. None of them seemed to have a lock so Gene didn't bother with them.

Until one. Gene stood to one side as Ray lunged against it, causing it to open first time. A horrible sight met their eyes.

Alex left the window and continued walking. If it was dawn, could she assume that most people were asleep? Gingerly, she approached a door at random and pushed it open.

It seemed to be some kind of office. The filing cabinet were locked and she didn't want to pick the lock again, she'd have to get Gene in here with his 'search warrant'. Notebooks on the desk contained hand written money accounts.

She looked in more rooms. Most of the ones on that floor were office-like and had filing cabinets and paperwork strewn on the desk. The second floor had bedrooms. The first two were empty but the third door along revealed Dexter asleep, his hung flung across a naked Hargreaves. Alex almost laughed out loud, which would have been disastrous. Instead she quietly closed the door and abandoned searching the rest of that floor, choosing instead to go downstairs.

The ground floor was clearly the goldmine. Bunsen burners, dirty lab equipment and bags of drugs. There was both heroin and cocaine waiting to be mixed into bowls of paint. Some rooms showed unvarnished furniture. Alex knew what that furniture would become.

As she left one of the rooms, she heard a noise. She paused, trying to work out if it was the creak of a footstep or the trees outside. She reached for a gun before remembering she didn't have it. Her captors had taken it from her.

Alex turned to go back into the room and hide but before she could both Farrant and Dexter appeared from around a corner. Unlike her, both were armed and pointed guns at her head.

Dexter must've woken when she closed his door. Either that or Farrant had already been awake and discovered her empty room. She cursed herself for not just running away as soon as the door was unlocked but she knew she would have to look around. There was a case to solve and she wasn't a damsel in distress, whatever she had made Farrant believe. She was a Police Officer.

"We should shoot you for this," hissed Farrant.

OK, so maybe she was a damsel in distress.

"We have a better idea though," he continued, but he kept his gun up.