This chapters also a bit of fluff, there's A LOT of office work involoved, I'm going to go back to Janet in the next chapter, hopefully.

Same old, same old, please R&R, I really appreciate it! And lastly, enjoy!

Chapter 6:

"Ok Sherlock shut the door and sit down. It's really important you tell me everything you saw. Starting from the beginning. Be as accurate as you can. It's really important. I have spoke to the Chief Con, and he has said that no-one had appointed anyone as another SIO for this investigation, which makes us wonder how this Martine bloke has known about needed a new SIO, he clearly doesn't have any training which means he's not actually a DI. He is obviously trying to buggar up any chances we have of finding Jasmines killer. Continue from here Sherlock..." Gill said. She sat back and put her feet up on the desk. "Well... this could mean that he knows, or was involved in the attack and is trying to mess/ get rid of any information that could link together with the attacker. If he has been down to the lab, and been through the files – he could've taken any evidence, or touched anything which will mess up the forensics. But, why and how would he know that a SIO would be needed, at specifically this time, specifically this week? No-one has said anything outside the office, which suggests it could be someone clever, someone organised, who knows the station well enough to watch from a distance who is entering and exiting." Gill's eyes went wide as Rachel's eyebrows raised. They both knew they were talking about the same person who could possibly be involved. Karl Norris. He's been in prison so many times, he's got evil written through him – and even though he helped with the Nick case, it still doesn't justify the fact he is a lunatic and should be locked up. He was clever, very clever. He knew how to get around most crimes, and he was clever enough to avoid any CCTV cameras, meaning there was no solid evidence from his different crime scenes. He's not a murderer; he has conducted armed robberies, grand thefts, things around that. A murder? Possibly not. Gill was right about the fact that going after a police officer was off the Richter scale, so surely a murder would be off it too? Then again, as Gill's motto goes; 'Anyone's capable of murder'.

Every officer had thought at least once about what on earth possessed people to do some of the things they do: burnt bodies, rape, torture, gun and knife attacks, hit and run, armed robbery – to name a few. They must have a pretty messed up life, and a pretty messed up mind to do something like that. Geoff Hastings was a prime example. Murdering around 20 people in his life time? How could someone live with that? He was mentally unstable, clearly, but to be able to bottle it up for over 40 years. His first being his own sister. His own sister. 'He's a sick fuck, and he can hide it so much better than your average Herbert, because he's clever, not as clever as he thought he was though, they never are' Gill had once said. It was true.

Gill and the rest of the team spent the day trying to piece together where this DI Martine had come from. He hadn't shown his face since trying to chase Rachel up the stairs. He had probably worked out he was up to his neck in it, so he would be on his toes. I would be. Rachel thought.

Rachel had her Sherlock mind on, and was searching all the system computers for anything to link this DI to another syndicate. She went through all the records of the affiliated and registered DI's in the last year, because they should all be registered for any changes. There was no DI Martine is the area, or in the region for that matter, and surely the division would have got someone in local?

Her next challenge was to phone division and see who had been appointed an SIO, even though the Chief Con had suggested that no-one may have been appointed yet, he may have been unaware – especially if it went through division. She sat on the phone for a couple of minutes, letting it ring a few times, whilst tapping her nails on the desk. "Hello?" a woman spoke at the other end. "Hello this is Detective Constable Rachel Bailey Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team, I'd like to speak to someone about the new appointed SIO for syndicate 9…please" she remembered to add politeness to her tone, otherwise they could become very snotty. The woman sounded snotty anyway. "I'm sorry, there's no-one available to take your call at the moment, so you'll have to ring back later." "Ughh, come on, can't you make an exception? I'm dealing with a murder here! Isn't there anyone else that would be able to access the database for me? I'm on a pace clock here!" "I'm sorry, constable, I've said there's no one in, and that means there's no one in. whether it's a murder or not, you'll have to join the queue. Someone will be in in about an hour. You can try then. Otherwise, don't bother. Goodbye" "but-" the woman put the phone down. That moody Bitch. Rachel was annoyed now; she was probably one of those old lonely ladies who don't know how to address the more important things in life. It bugged her the way she had called her constable there was a slight snarl in her voice.

Rachel left it half an hour. She went out to the corner shop to buy some doughnuts for everyone. They were all getting peckish. They hadn't eaten since gill and Rachel had arrived, and they would probably work through their lunch break so this was like a pit stop. She bought back a pack of 12 Krispy Kreme's, and a tray of hot Costa drinks. They were around her like a moth to a flame as soon as she walked into the office, Kevin already on his feet offering her his chair 'trying' to help her. He could clearly smell them coming. "Move out of my way! Or you won't get any!" she shouted, trying to barge her way through the swarm of people. They moved almost immediately as soon as she threatened them not to have any. Apart from Kevin. He was like a puppy, always at your feet, and you can't shift them. "Kevin!" Gill shouted, as Rachel settled the boxes on the briefing table. "Now, everybody knows that a) its ladies first, and b) that the Boss gets higher priorities to all of you." She smirked at Rachel, who was trying to cover the smile that was slowly wiping across her face. "Stay back until me and Rachel have got ours and sat down, understood? Or NO doughnuts!" Gill glowered at Kevin, who, from a distance looked as if he was drooling. The men were gathered around the door, all trying to fit through. Kevin squished towards the front, Pete in the middle, Mitch trying to look over their shoulders and Lee was trying to make himself twice as wide by spreading out his arms, so no one could get past him. Gill and Rachel begin to laugh, and to take the mick, they began to move very slowly, almost in slow motion to their chairs. They turned around to see Kevin shuffling. "Now now Kevin! Back to your place or you don't get one!" Kevin begin to huff and puff, he hated been bossed around by women, especially with Rachel clearly enjoying this torment. They took to their seats, and at that moment the men hurled forwards, half the doughnuts, and Kevin! Getting crushed in the process. Once 'feeding time' was over, they all settled in their seats with bits of mushed up doughnuts of the ones they had recovered, Kevin sitting there not realising the fact he had half a doughnut on his face.

They finished their drinks and their snacks, and began to feed back about what they had found out during the morning. The atmosphere had improved since when Gill and Rachel first had walked in. Rachel began; "Well, there is no DI Martine on the system register this year, which could mean three things: 1) he hasn't registered this year, 2)he's using a different name to register or 3) he's a fake who has been stalking the station, possibly working with someone inside who has access to relevant information. I have called division, but some snotty woman picked up the phone, saying no one could help me so I have to ring back later" she whispered under her breath: "Stupid bitch", Kevin, who was sitting next to her began to giggle, but gill shot him a look that could kill and he soon slumped back in his seat, still with doughnut on his face. How long does it take someone to notice, or feel something on their face, seriously? What is wrong with Kevin? Woahh, don't pull at that thread. Gill was thinking to herself, almost making her burst out laughing as she thought of all the imperfections of Kevin. She was supposed to listen to Mitch droan on about CCTV from around the murder scene, but all she could think of was Kevin, and Janet. Janet. She and Rachel would probably go back up the hospital later. Then her mind flicked to Rachel, they seemed to have grown closer over the past few days, Rachel and Janet were the only ones now who had seen Gill let her guard down. Except Julie who had seen it all when Dave ran off with the uniform. She didn't like people to see the fragile woman Gill actually was, behind the icy exterior of a DCI. She trusted those three, Rachel often called her Godzilla, but after this week, she knows that won't happen. Her thoughts drifted back to the conversation. She was only half listening, but was brought back down to earth when Rachel tapped her. "Boss, are you okay?" "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" she quizzed. "It's just; you haven't spoke for a while and seem to be in another world." "You were just thinking about lover boy weren't you Boss?" Kevin piped up. Rachel shot him a look. "Do you want to get some air Boss, take five minutes?" "Hmm umm"Gill murmured, she got to her feet and shuffled outside. Rachel followed her out, telling everyone they were just going to get some air, and that everybody could take five.

They went outside, and Rachel lit up a cigarette, offering her Boss one. "Thanks" Gill said, as she took one out of the pack. She hadn't smoked in years, but at times like this, she could do with one. "So, what's the matter Gill?" Rachel tapped her hand. Gill turned to face Rachel; "I'm fine…" she trailed off as she realised what term Rachel had just used. Gill. Not boss, but Gill. She referred to her as a human being. As a friend. "Just everything's getting a bit on top of me at the minute, this murder case, finding out there may be more twists we haven't even began to uncover yet and Janet – I know she's waking a little more now, but she's still so vulnerable. Sorry" she let a tear escape down her face. "Don't be sorry Gill, everybody has feelings, and everybody has to let them out once in a while. Even Godzilla's" gill stifled a laugh. "Come here" Rachel said, pulling the smaller woman towards her, giving her a hug "Everything's going to be alright" "Thanks Kid, I know you're probably right. That's why you're called Sherlock" They both smiled. "C'mon, let's go back upstairs, ill ring that woman again for you, see if she'll talk to someone with higher authority." Rachel followed Gill back upstairs. She wasn't entirely sure everything was going to be ok, but she put on that brave face.