A/N I am so sorry the wait. I have been suffering from Major Writers Block. And I mean Major with a capital m. You can even ask alicecullen5 for proof I have been

Two minutes since they had heard Alex screech. Sam walked down the stairs he looked pleased with himself to Gene. But there was a bright red patch on his cheek that looked suspiciously like Sam had been punched. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked his DI as Sam approached the table. Alex walked down the stairs her cheeks were flushed but she also looked rather smug. "No need to answer that" He said. Sam glanced at Alex who smiled almost apologetically but still looked rather happy with herself to care that Sam was going to get a massive bruise on his cheek.

Alex glanced around her instinct of automatically searching for her daughter when she entered at room was back. Instead of Molly her eyes caught on something else. In the corner a man stood with his rotting face looking at her Alex gasped as she recognised him at last. She stumbled backwards in shock and collided with a young girl. "Sorry!" The girl cried she was around Molly's age and had long blonde hair that was held back with a simple red hair band. She clutched a large clown doll to her red dress and looked at Alex with a mixture of recognition and confusion.

"Mum!" Molly hurried over "this is Kitty, her family is sitting over there. We've been hanging out. She's from Manchester."

Sam had watched as Alex stepped back in shock a gasp escaping her lips as she gazed into the corner of the room. He saw as she talked to someone. Sam wandered over to them and was about to sling his arm around Alex's shoulder when he saw the person standing in front of the Drakes. "Oh Shit," Sam swore. Alex slapped him and glanced pointedly at Molly and her young companion.

Kitty looked up at the man in front of her he seemed vaguely familiar to her. "Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked vaguely she tightened her grip on the doll as she did when she was nervous. She knew fourteen was too old for a girl to have doll such as this but to she couldn't bear to be separated with it. The doll belonged to her twin. Kitty didn't like to think of her twin. Lynn had been so much like her in everything they were identical, they did everything identically. And then the unthinkable had happened. When they were five years old there had been a car crash while the twins were walking across the road for their first day of school. Kitty had seen the look of terror on her sister's face as if she knew what was going to happen as she pushed Kitty out of the way of an oncoming car. Kitty till this day was never sure how it had happened. Lynn had always seemed to have this way of knowing things just before they happened. If someone was at the door she'd tell you just before the door bell rang or if the phone was about to ring. Kitty was sure her sister had known that that car wasn't going to break in time and it was going to hit them. She had always felt guilt for surviving the accident when her sister hadn't.

She hadn't got out of it completely unscathed. She had shattered her right arm completely and still sometimes had pain when she moved it. Lynn hadn't pushed her far just out of killing range. Kitty remembered that as her sister pushed her, she'd smiled trying to reassure Kitty that things would be ok. How was that possible? Her sister had died in her arms when she was five years old. She always felt like there was something missing from her life a hole that could never be filled. She had wandered in the flaming wreckage till she found her little sister lying there in covered in blood on a road. That was no way to die, not before you had really lived. Her sister had stared at her, her eyes wide in terror at the death approaching. Kitty had held her hand not comprehending what was about to happen, her child's mind blank to the possibility of death until that day.

Kitty had found the doll lying on a street corner blown by the collision from her sister's arms onto the ground. Kitty had picked it up and till this day had never gone anywhere without it. So that was why she was here. Her parents failed to understand that losing Lynn had been like having part of herself ripped away. They sent her to every psychologist in the country trying to as they put it help her to move on. They couldn't see why she had to have the clown everywhere she went. They couldn't see that that was all she had of her twin, her other half. The man in front of her was really familiar. It was like she had seen him before but part of her knew she hadn't. The man's swearing caught her off guard her recognised her too it seemed and that the thought of her terrified him. She was glad when Molly's mum broke the tension by slapping the man on the arm.

Sam backed away from the girl. She looked so much like the girl from his visions just slightly older. He turned swore louder and hurried up the stairs to Alex's flat he needed to call Annie and talk about this stuff with her. He had hardly had any time with his wife since his sudden return to the land of the living. He failed to notice the grey haired man he bumped into on the stairs as he passed him.

Martin Summers watched Sam flee up the stairs. He smirked and took a drag from his cigarette. Things were about to get quite interesting. No one noticed him vanish from the stairs jut as silently as he had come. All that was left behind was his murmured words "we passed upon the stairs"

Downstairs Kitty and CID looked at the staircase Sam had just gone running up. "And Sam Tyler is back" Gene commented earning a chuckle from Ray who proceeded to tell the tale of when he found Sam screaming at the bathroom ceiling.

"I don't think he liked me very much" Kitty told Molly in a voice that sounded like she was only commenting on the weather than the strange behaviour of a DI.

"Nah, I think you remind him of one of his delusions" Molly said conversationally. There was a cold blast of wind as the door to Luigi's opened and a man walked in wearing a grey coat and horn-rimmed glasses.

"Alex?" He said in a voice that sounded both here and far away at the same time.

"Jim!" She responded a grin breaking out on her face she couldn't wait to tell him he'd been wrong about Gene killing Sam and that Sam was still alive. His next words stopped him and all of CID's chatter. It caused glasses to stop halfway to mouths and Ray's cigarette to fall out of his mouth on to the table.

"Alex Drake you are under arrest on suspicion of the murder of Martin Summers. "

A/N Love it? Hate it? Don't kill me. Review if you want. I will be a lot quicker to update. I actually know where I am going now. Thanks to alicecullen5 for getting me to update and write again. So thank her. And a message to her, I did complete my side of the deal at a last.