Thank you for the reviews! An early word of warning: I am going to be away for most of next weekend so it may take a bit longer than usual for the next episode to be written and posted. I'll try and get it done as soon as possible.

EPISODE FOUR: More Than Meets the Eye

Emma was feeling increasingly frantic as she searched through the drawer. Despite getting back from Kristen's at a decent time, she was still only just on time for work. Any delay and she'd be late again. "Ethan, have you seen my work pass?"she called out.

Ethan came through from the living area and looked at her in mild confusion. "You keep it in that drawer, don't you?"

"Yes,"Emma sighed. "And it's not here."

Ethan joined her in searching for a moment. "You're right,"he conceded. "No sign."

Emma sat down on the bed in frustration. "So what am I meant to do now?"

Ethan sat down next to her, concerned by her sudden depression. "You can get into work without it, can't you?"

Emma shrugged. "Guards would know me, they'd probably let me in. I'll still have to front up to Nisha though."

"That's not too bad, is it?"

"Depends on whether she enjoys sacking me more than she enjoys bossing me around." Emma sighed. "Guess I'd better find out, hadn't I?"

"Look, you've been doing all that overtime lately, that's bound to count in your favour. You'll be okay."

"You think so?"

"We'll have a quick look around the rest of the flat and if it doesn't show up, then...I'm sure Nisha will understand."

Emma nodded. "Yeah, yeah, it's bound to me around her somewhere and...you're right, if it's not that's no big deal. Right?"

"Right." Ethan kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug. And hoped that he was right.

Sutton turned the ID over and over in her hand thoughtfully. "So what are we going to do with this?"

Dan took it from her and examined it. "Looks like there's some sort of bar code or chip reader. A way of getting access without needing to show it to someone."

"There's guards on site though."

"Which is why we need you. You look like the photo on it, they'll think it's your ID. If we run into any."

"What about you?"

"I've got my police badge, that should be enough to convince them I'm meant to be there."

Sutton shook her head, unconvinced. "They'll remember us."

"Not necessarily. Do any of them know Emma's got a twin?"

"Nisha knows."

"Then we'll have to make sure we don't see Nisha."

Sutton thought some more. "I don't think anyone else does."

Dan nodded. "Well, with any luck we won't have to deal with anyone else. In and out and get what we want."

Emma was standing in her boss' office, which was not the place she wanted to be. Nisha was looking at her in a manner best described as scornful. "You've lost it?"

"It's not where it should be,"Emma admitted. "I've turned the whole flat upside down but…nothing."

Nisha pretended to think for a moment but Emma knew she was just making her sweat. "You know that company rules state you're responsible for your own ID?"

"Yes,"Emma said quietly.

"And that losing it could be a disciplinary matter?"

"Yes."

Nisha gave her a smile that didn't seem particularly warm. "Fortunately for you, I like having you around."

Emma was cautiously optimistic. "So...I get to keep the job?"

"Sure you do. I'll just take $5 out of your wages to pay for a new ID. You can collect it at the end of your shift."

Emma nodded. "Thank you. I really need this job."

"And hearing you beg for it makes my day. You okay working more overtime?"

Emma nodded eagerly. "Yeah, sure."

"Good. That's another reason I like having you around."

Ethan brought his car to a stop outside Jordan and Laurel's flat, before turning to Jordan, who was sat in the passenger seat. "Early finish."

"You complaining?"Jordan asked. "We get to spend more time with the ladies!"

"Not me. Emma's going to be at work until who knows when."

Jordan nodded sympathetically. "Working long hours. It's the pits. I'm glad Laurel's still at uni, means she's at home most of the time. You going to come in?"

Ethan shook his head. "I'll pick Eddie up from Kristen's and take him to the park or something. Bit of quality father/son time."

"Sounds like a plan. Catch you tomorrow." Jordan got out of the car and stood waving to his friend for a moment before going inside.

He was greeted by a crashing sound and a loud yell from Laurel. The words were incoherent but the tone sounded very like frustration. Jordan cautiously made his way in, to find Laurel sat at the table with her head in her hands and her laptop on the floor next to her.

"Laurel, are you okay?"he asked.

Laurel spun round, looking embarrassed, as if caught in the act. "Yeah, sure. Just…dropped my laptop." She hastily picked it up and set it down on the table.

Jordan came round and looked at the screen. A document was open but blank. "What's up?"he asked.

Laurel hesitated, then sighed. "I don't know what I'm doing."

Jordan looked at her in confusion. "With what?"

"With college. I thought I'd be great at music. I can play, that means I can understand that. But all this theory, it's going right over my head. I am flunking hard and I don't know what I'm going to do about it."

Jordan put his arms around her and held her, uncertain as to what he could do as well.