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A Long Way Home.

Alex closed her eyes as she tried to force the tears not to come. She felt sick at the thought Adam had been involved in something that had got himself killed. Shaking her head she tried to focus on what Jan was saying.

"Alex!"

"Sorry." She sniffed as the older woman stepped nearer to her.

"I said." Jan paused. "You should go home. I have spoken to the police. Adam's body has been taken to the mortuary for now. Do you want me to call someone for you?"

"No." Alex held her gaze. "No, I want to know where Ros and Beckett are. Then I can rest."

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Ed braked hard as he reached the London Docklands. The sunny weather he had left behind in the Home Counties a mere memory as he tried to focus on where his friends were. The fear that had burned in his stomach when he heard they had been abducted was rapidly turning in to anger. It wasn't an emotion he was used to dealing with. Carefully he pulled his crash helmet off and looked around him. The grey clouds and spots of rain matched his mood perfectly. The only thing he was glad about was he had left the Manor House before Alex and Jan had the chance to stop him.

"C'mon guys." He mumbled to himself. "Help me out here. Where are you? God I hope you are together."

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"Ros?" Beckett got to his feet slowly. He had given up thinking that Jean Daniel was going to be returning for them. It had been at least two hours since he had been hit over the head by the bald headed murderer.

"Yeah."

"Can you stand up?"

"Yeah. I think so." Beckett got to his feet, glad that at least their captor hadn't thought it important enough to tie up. Carefully he helped Ros to her feet, unnerved when she seemed to sway slightly in his arms.

"You ok?"

"Nick." She sighed. "You have to stop asking me that. No I am not ok. I have been hit over the head, locked in a freezing cold room with a man I did think I was going to get married to one day but through my own grief and stupidity that is never going to happen. On top of all that the man who hit me believes I am responsible for killing his brother."

"You are not."

"You know that. I am beginning to wonder." She looked around blushing furiously. "Oh and since the brain injury I seem to have developed verbal diarrhoea so ignore everything I say. You and Crystal will be very happy together." She stepped away from him as he shook his head. He couldn't help but smile. Ros Henderson was nothing if not composed at all times. To see her riled the way she was at the moment was new to him.

"Your mum said you get that when you are stressed. Nothing to do with hypoxia or brain surgery."

"You spoke to Mum?" Ros rounded on him as she stepped towards the white wall.

"When you were missing. Someone had to tell the woman her only daughter was AWOL. I didn't want it to be Jan." He watched as she took a deep breath.

"My mother is an old lady. You had no right to worry her."

"We thought you were dead. I thought you were dead." Beckett almost hissed. He didn't want to get angry with her.

"No you didn't. Ed told me you were the only one who didn't think I was dead." Ros rested her head against the door. "It's locked."

"Yeah." He agreed as he touched her shoulder. "You knew it would be."

"Thought we might just have got lucky." Ros smiled as she turned to face her ex boyfriend.

"You, me and luck. Not something I would normally put in the same sentance." He smiled back. "And for the record, Crystal and I are not going to be happy ever after."

Ros frowned as she listened to Beckett. He was determined to get them back home and it seemed equally determined that his future didn't lie with Crystal. She watched him for a moment wondering if there was any sort of future outside of the four walls that currently trapped them.

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Jan walked across to the black Mercedes that was waiting to take her back to Whitehall. The last thing she wanted to do was get involved in more pointless meetings about the validity of her section. She knew all the money was being spent on counter terrorism rather than counter espionage.

"I wont be needing the car today thankyou." She informed the driver who raised an eyebrow.

"Ma'am the Home Secretary and the Minister for Justice."

"Can wait. My team is involved in a situation which requires my immediate attention. Thank you, you may return to Whitehall." She turned on her heel and marched back to where two uniformed police officers were waiting with Alex.

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Ed jogged along the embankment as he tried to work out where his friends were. The black Saab in the distance stuck out like a sore thumb as he approched the warehouse. He couldn't help but smile as his mobile phone vibrated in his jacket.

"You beauty." He whispered as he read the text message Alex had sent him. "Beckett and Ros, hold tight I am coming to get you."

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A/N More soon. Please review if you are reading this.