Disclaimer I still do not own BUGS. Is anyone reading this? Thanks if you are!

A man about?

Ed walked along the sun soaked streets. He had no idea what was going on at the hospital but someone had to be out looking for Jean Daniel. He shook his head, resisting the urge to check his mobile phone. Alex would let him know the moment there was any news. He closed his eyes and swore, wondering if Beckett now knew about the baby. He could still remember Ros' face when he had found out. He made a mental note not to barge in the Ladies' toilets back at work again. Even if Jan had been having a fit over Ros' lateness.

"Ed?"

He stopped in his tracks as a familiar voice called his name. Smiling slightly he turned to face the dark haired woman.

"Clare."

"You wanted to see me?"

"It's been a long time."

"Not long enough." Clare narrowed her eyes. "Now are you going to buy me a coffee?"

"Are you going to loose that chip off your shoulder?"

"Doubtful."

"Well there is still a chance I'll buy the coffee." Ed tried his best charm smile. The woman in front of him was far from his favourite person and for once he was glad Ros wasn't there. It had been a strange few days and the last thing he needed or wanted was more upset.

"Good." Clare regarded him carefully.

"Ed? What has happened?"

"Nothing you need to worry about."

"Why does that worry me more?" Clare smiled as Ed nodded. He could just about remember why he had liked, no loved her once.

"Because you know me too well. Or at least you did." Ed ushered her towards the coffee shop across the street knowing that he was going to have to tell her the truth.

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"Ros?" Beckett held her hand as he spoke. The machines that surrounded her frightened the life out of him. He knew that if just one was removed he would loose her. "I wish you would wake up. I wish you had never got in that damn car with me. That I had forced you to listen to me when Terry died. I wish I had made you listen to me after I had come to your flat to collect my stuff." He closed his eyes, on the verge of tears. "But then, since when has Ros Henderson done anything she didn't want to?"

"Nnnmh." He snapped his eyes open as he felt her cough and gag on the breathing tube. He hit the nurse call button next to her bed before gripping her hand as tight as he could.

"Relax. Relax Ros." He squeezed her hand as she tried to struggle against the breathing tube in her mouth. He wiped angrily at the tears that were now streaming down his face. A nurse rested a hand on his arm.

"It's ok." She ushered him aside. "Let the doctors have a look."

Beckett nodded, determined to do whatever was needed to get her better. He stepped back towards the door, knowing Jan and Alex were still waiting for news. He couldn't bare to see Ros having more needles pushed into her as the doctors checked her blood gases.

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"I want the London Dockyards swept for any sign of Jean Daniel." Jan barked into her mobile. Alex raised an eyebrow and rested her head against the cool hospital wall. It had been the worst 48 hours of her life. She remained silent watching the older woman bark orders. Once she had been intent on getting Jan's job in a few years time. Now it didn't really matter, her friend was pregnant and headed for Neuro Intensive Care while another was facing a woman he hadn't seen for years. Then there was the fact she had been widowed less than an hour after she had been married. Quietly she folded her arms across her chest and began to sob.

"Yes, the entire Dockland area. Chances are he has gone but there may be some evidence that will lead us to him." Jan snapped her phone shut before turning towards the younger woman. "Alex!" She closed her eyes for a moment before enveloping the younger woman in her arms.

Beckett stood in the doorway to the waiting room and smiled. Just for once he knew Jan waas going to have to admit she was wrong. The ice maiden was just as caring as the rest of them.

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"And you are sure about this?" Clare stared at Ed over the rim of her coffee mug.

"Yes."

"And you are certain he intended to kill your friends?"

"Clare, a few years back he kidnapped your daughter." Ed countered. "Murdering two adults is nothing to him, especially when they are two of the people responsible for putting him in prison." Ed held her gaze. Clare nodded once.

"But."

"You were in business with him." Ed tried not to narrow his eyes as he thought of his ex girlfriend figuratively if not literally sleeping with the enemy.

"Years ago. He kidnapped Rebecca. You know that."

"Seeing as I was the one that got her back."

"And I told you then. I would help you in any way I can."

"Yeah and now I am calling in that favor. Please Clare, I need to know two things."

"Go on."

"Do you know where Jean Daniel is now?"

"No."

"Clare, please." He reached across and touched her hand. Clare's eyes narrowed as she stared at the kind hearted man in front of her. He had certainly grown up since she had spoken to him last but she knew there was no way he could survive in her world.

"You know? Sometimes I wonder. Since he took my Becky, I wonder if I did the right thing all those years ago."

"What are you talking about?"

"But then Ros did warn me."

"Ros warned you about what?"

"Only to tell you if I knew for certain. I think her words were. Don't you dare break his heart. But then I had the chance when you rescued her."

"What are you talking about?"

"Becky. My Rebecca. She isn't Mark's."

"Then why?" He had no idea where the sudden shift in conversation had come from. He couldn't help but smile slightly as he thought about Ros' over protected streak. She had always been the big sister he never had.

"Why marry him? In all honesty because he was an adult where you were still trying to be one. Honestly Ed. You were and probably still are an idiot. I liked him alot. Still do, despite the divorce. He had a good job, money and exellent prosects where you were an amatuer spiderman."

"And this has what to do with finding Jean Daniel?"

"Nothing." Clare smiled, glad that she had made the Australian as uncomfortable as possible.

"Then why tell me?"

"Because I thought it was about time you knew."

"What?" Ed's pulse was dangerously close to critically high. He had a fair idea of what Clare was trying to tell him but she had to be the one to say the words.

"I have no idea where Jean Daniel or any of his colleagues are and I have no idea why you think I do. And she is yours. Rebecca is yours daughter." She got to her feet and stormed out of the coffee shop, leaving Ed alone to his thoughts.

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A/N more soon.