Hello :) I managed to write another chapter for you :) I hope you'd like it Xx

To understand, you need to face your demons

Craig parked his car outside the massive building surrounded with an extensive park and without second thought get out from vehicle and jumped at stone patch, leading to the refurbished building with orange inscription above the entrance Summer Sunshine. Craig sighed heavily and began walking to his destination, knowing there's no way he's going to avoid the confrontation. Bare branches of trees were tying over his head, creating a kind of bower. Craig was sure in the spring and summer it has to be really beautiful here, especially when the empty flowerbed around the building, are covered with colored flowers.

Craig reluctantly climbed over three steps and unsurely pushed the old door with a glass in the middle, so he could walk inside. He looked over yellow walls and few pictures with landscapes, before his eyes stopped at white desk standing next to the west wall, where young woman was pacing around, searching for something in bloated folders. He grunted to caught her attention, and smiled slightly as she finally noticed him.

'Hello. How can I help you?' She asked with warm smile.

'I have appointment at 10 with doctor Ferrer.' He replied and discreetly wiped his hands on trousers as he felt how much they were already sweating.

'Oh, yes, Mr. Dean.' She read from exercise book lying on the middle of desk. 'Doctor Ferrer is already waiting for you in her office. Number seven.'

'And where exactly is office number seven?' He looked unsurely at east and north corridors.

'Go straight, to the end of corridor, and the turn on the left. It'd be the second door for the right.' She informed kindly.

'Thank you.' He smiled nervously, before he decided to move. He found the office without problems and gently knocked on the door with big, black seven on it.

'Come in.' Cheerful voice said and Craig reluctantly walked inside the room. Ruth Ferrer, the red haired, very tall woman, was sitting behind her desk and looking through the window at the other wing of clinic. The office was quiet small, but looked cozy. They were many colored pictures; ones made probably her patients, while the other showing beautiful coastal landscapes. Two blue armchairs standing in front of the desk, while small comfy couch found a place under the big window. 'I'm glad you finally decided to see with me.' She smiled softly and few books moved on the shelf behind her back, as she violently pushed her chair from the desk.

'I have a little free time.' He replied evasively and shoved hands into pockets of his jacket as he began walking around the room, watching pictures.

'Your boyfriend forced you to do it?' She suddenly asked and Craig's head almost hit the wall.

'Sorry?' He asked confused, feeling like he missed something recently. Since when she knew he and John Paul are together? He never told her and he was sure they didn't show anything when they've been here the last time.

'I'm not talking only with you, Mr. Dean.' She explained with a warm smile and motioned at armchair. 'Maybe you sit down?'

'You talked with John Paul?' He frowned and obediently sat down.

'He's not the only patient I have.'

'Yeah, I could guess it has to be him.' He rolled his eyes, irate.

'You're angry at him because he told me about your relationship with Mr. McQueen, or because he noticed there's something more between you two?' She fixed eyes at him.

'I'm not angry at anyone…And seriously, I don't know what I'm doing here.' He snorted and was doing everything to avoid her look. 'I'm fine. John Paul is overacting, that's all.'

'So, I'm taking you're already over your last case?' She asked, in hands rotating a pen. 'It had to be really hard for you, to watch how three the most important people in your life are in dangerous.' She stated slyly, the same catching his attention.

'I've never been very close with Darren.'

'But he's your brother. You're carrying about him, not less than about your boyfriend or Spike…I'm sure it was very hard situation for you, Craig. Not many people had occasion to be in such situation. You needed to make a decision, chose only one person to protect.'

'It's part of my job. We need to make decisions all the time.' He shrugged, trying to play cool. 'We know one of us can die in a minute if make a wrong move.'

'How are you feeling about Spike?' She suddenly asked, and for moment he felt like she was almost attacking him.

'What he has to do with that?' He snapped, irate.

'John Paul said you start having nightmares after he overdosed.' She replied calmly. 'Did you blame himself for what happened?'

'How could I blame myself for something like that?' He snorted, amused. 'It was his decision. He wanted to die, and he did it. That's all. No one should blame yourself for something this stupid idiot did.'

'You were his friend, you knew him pretty good, didn't you? But it was John Paul who noticed that day, there's something wrong with him.' She noticed and smiled slightly when Craig moved uncomfortably on the chair. 'But you had different things on mind. You wanted to spend your time with your boyfriend, forget about what happened…Well, in the end you decided to check if he's alright, but after few hours.'

'He was fine, there was no reason to think he's going to do something to himself.'

'But you decided to check and…you found him.' She ended quietly, noticing how tense the man was. 'You had to be in shock...'

'He was lying on the bed…I thought he was dead, but when I bended over him I felt his breath on my cheek.' He looked down at his hands. He felt knob on throat as in mind he repeated the whole scene.

'You phoned for ambulance. Was with him all the time.'

'Do we really need to talk about it? I thought we're gonna talk about my last case and John Paul.'

'We can if you want.' She said with a soft smile. 'But I thought it's not the problem anymore what's happened in the forest, but in Spike's flat. You were sure he's alright, that he knew he has people around who cares about him, but still he overdosed…Don't you ask yourself why he did this? Don't you blame himself that it was John Paul who noticed he's not okay, not you- his friend?' Craig staring at her speechless with teary eyes. 'He once left you without explanation and he did it once again…You once decided to not ask, not to hear the truth, afraid it might hurt you. But now? Do you really don't want to know what's happened that day?' She asked softly as she bended toward him over the desk. 'Craig?'

'Is this gonna change anything?' He asked and bite down on his low lip.

'It's going to help you make up with your conscience.' She touched his hand and for one short moment she heard quiet sob coming out from man's mouth.

'I disappointed him once again.'

'If you decide to talk with me and do everything to feel better, you won't disappoint him.' She said firmly and gave him the pack of handkerchiefs. 'Keep them in the case.' She said as he shook his head. 'Maybe you'll need them.'

'Do you know if Craig already decides who's gonna work with us? You know we have free vacancies here.' Bridget asked above the monitor as she noticed John Paul walking toward his office.

'Don't have any idea.' He shrugged and stopped in front of her desk. 'When I woke up this morning he wasn't...in his house. I phoned to him, cause I needed some information about one of our witness and he said he has something to do in town.' He lied, almost cursing himself for his big mouth. 'He's probably searching for translator.' He smiled nervously. At least he hoped he was doing this, otherwise he was ready to bite his head off. He couldn't understand why Craig hadn't told him where is he going and why he had his mobile phone switch off? Craig Dean could be sure, John Paul makes a hell of his life when he only returns to home.

'That'd be great. It's the only good trace we have now.' She sighed and turned monitor toward man. 'Danny sent bullets to ballistic and today we got results. The all three has been shot from Glock 17…You can guess how many people in England have them legally.' She gave him knowingly look.

'Let's think about people who have them illegally.' He reluctantly looked at website Bridget showed him. 'The all people on this list have Glock 17?'

'Yes.' She replied with slanting smile. 'We already can forget about this trace. It's not gonna help us.'

'What about Russian Mafia? You know where they're hiding?'

'People are too afraid to sell them off, but I know few officers who suspect where they can be. So it shouldn't take us too much time to drag them down at the station.' She stated and turned the monitor back, toward herself.

'At least one good news.' He sighed and ran hands over his face. 'Do we have something more?'

'Nope. We already talked with most of neighbors, but no one saw anything.' She shrugged. 'I'm afraid we're in dead point.'

'Again?' He almost growled with frustration. 'Why we can't have at least one, quick, nice case?'

'Because homicide it's cold and unfriendly place?' She suggested with a sly smile. 'So, is there any chance we'll see Craig today?'

'Don't think so.'

'Oh, just great.' She mumbled, annoyed. 'By the way I saw Darren today. It looks like he already has enough his vacation and decides to come back. He was asking Charlie about new case.' She smiled slightly.

'Craig is gonna to be really happy, then.' John Paul smirked. 'He's still there?'

'No. He needed to come back to house. He promised Hannah they'll visit her parents and then go for a short walk to park…Nice, isn't it? They're lovely couple.'

'Yea, they're.' John Paul mumbled, but Bridget noticed he wasn't quite happy with news. He was looking like something was bothering him.

'What's wrong John Paul?' She asked with concern.

'Nothing. I just wonder why people wants to stay in relationship, if there's no love anymore between them.' He replied, feeling angry. He just didn't understand why Darren is still with Hannah and they both are acting like one happy family. Maybe he could fool Craig, who most of the time is blind for everything it's not touching his own person, but not him. He could see there was something more between him and Spike that he ever admitted, and still he was sure, Darren didn't get rid of this feeling.

'Maybe because they get used to each other?' She suggested with a sigh. 'I don't know. When I saw my marriage doesn't has any future, I get divorce. So, I'm the last person who could answer you for this question.'

'Do you still love your ex-husband?' He glanced at her with curious.

'No.' She shook her head with a small smile. 'He's still important for me, but no. I don't love him anymore.'

'I hope you find someone who'll be better for you.'

'We'll see. For now, my whole time sacrifice for Tony and Moore.' She rolled her eyes.

'Yea, I almost forgot you're working with him.' He grinned. 'But maybe he's the only one?' He suggested.

'Sod off, John Paul.' She scowled, but in the end smiled slightly.

'See ya later, Bridget.' He winked to her and made his way toward his office.

'Yea, see ya!' She called after him and glanced briefly toward the corridor where she spotted constable Moore chatting with other constable. She budged for some thought being with him, couldn't imagine herself with almost ten years younger man, who was still a kid and wearing two size big cap. 'Oh, dear.' She sighed heavily and fixed eyes at monitor, thinking it's more interesting thing, than freckled Moore giggling behind her back every time someone asked her for date…Naturally if she finds someone who would be interested to go with her. And she will find…Right?

His all face was hurting him and he wondered if he keeps smiling for the last two days before his every muscles finally relax. He spent good three hours with Hannah's parents and her two brothers, smiling like an idiot, pretending how happy couple they're. The only good thing was, everyone had been focused at unborn baby so much, they didn't have time to suspect anything. He even quite enjoyed the small chat about cars with Rhys, who seemed to be more friendly toward him since Hannah got pregnant, and was doing everything to let him feel like home. And maybe he even could feel good, if not his thoughts constantly returning to one person.

He couldn't stop. Even when they talked about his child and he was thinking how good he's gonna feel to have this little baby in his arms, he still noticing things which recalling him about Spike. He was tired of it, wanted to kick him out from his mind. But the more he tries to do it, the more he thinks about him and his heart aching. He was almost dying inside.

'I know very nice family who would be interested to take Loony to home.' Hannah suddenly announced, on their way back to home.

'I already told you, I'm not going to give anyone this dog. He's mine.' Darren said firmly.

'And did you at least though about our baby?' She snapped outraged and he wanted to growl with frustration, knowing that now came the time, when Hannah start snapping, shouting and crying over every word he says.

'What our baby has to do with Loony?' He asked irate, finally looking at her.

'He or she can has allergy. You didn't hear small kids shouldn't be raised in place where lives cats and dogs?'

'We have dog in home when Craig was a toddler and trust me, he never had even a rash…In contrast to our dog, who after few months spending with my lovely brother, lost fur in few places. Vet said it happened, because the dog was nervous.'

'Oh, yes, so now Craig killed off your dog as a toddler?' She snapped, didn't see nothing funny in his statement. 'You want our kid to be sick, only because you have sentiment to some, dirty, ugly dog. It won't bring him back, Darren.' She said straight into his face, her eyes shone with coldness. 'I'm not going to tolerate this dog more than few months.'

'And you don't have to any longer. I'm not going to leave him with you, when you give a birth.' He retorted and noticed how pale Hannah became.

'What you mean by that?' She asked with unnaturally high voice.

'I think we already set up I'm staying with you, until you give a birth. Then we both move on, but in separate ways, yea?' Her low lip trembled and Darren wanted to howl with desperation. Did she really couldn't understand that? In the end it was her idea, she wanted him to stay with her, and now she was acting like she had amnesia.

'Don't say that. Nothing is lose yet, Darren.' She said quietly and caught his hands. 'We both can be a good parents and be together. I know you still love me and you just need time to forget about him. I know it's possible.'

'Hannah, I was trying.' He said softly, staring deeply into her eyes. 'But I can't. He's still in my mind and heart and nothing is gonna change that. You deserve someone better, Hannah. You're still young and can move on.' He wiped tears from her face.

'I love you, Darren. And I already forgive you.' She sobbed. 'Don't leave me, please.'

'We won't be happy.'

'Just give us a chance, please? Just one chance.' She begged him. 'I know you can move on, and can forget about him. He was only one, short episode in your life. You just liked him very much and that's why you're so hurt. But you don't love him.' She said firmly.

'I do.' He disagreed. 'I know what I'm feeling.'

'You'll forget about him.' She repeated, staring straight into his eyes. 'It's not like you're going to see him, again.' She added cruelly with a slight smile. 'I know you were few times in his old flat, but without major results, I see. You already can delete his phone number if you didn't do it yet.' She winced slightly, her eyes widened with disbelieving, as she noticed tears in man's eyes. It was the first time she saw him in such state.

'I need a walk. Go back to home alone.' He said without emotions. 'And dog is staying with us.'

'Darren!' She called after him, but man was already running on the other side of the road, living the woman alone.

'You really think it's a good idea?' Craig asked skeptically as they moved down the narrow corridor connecting clinic with another huge building hiding behind it, in the centre of park.

'If I wasn't I would never suggest anything like that to you.' Doctor Ferrer replied with gently smile. 'I'm sure this conversation will help you both.'

'If you're saying so.' He shrugged not convinced and looked around some kind of living room, when few people in white clothes were playing board games, chatting with each other or watching them with curious. 'Where are we?' He asked confused as she leaded him to the end of room and pushed some plastic door.

'In private facility.' She replied with warm smile.

'So these all people are…' He rubbed the back of his neck.

'They're our patients. Sumer Sunshine is offering many programs and therapies, Craig. '

'I know. That's why I chose this place.' He replied and glanced unsurely at the door. 'What is there?

'Something like waiting room. You can meet here with our patients and without disturbing chat with them or even drink a coffee. We have automat there.' She explained. 'When it's warm and not raining, we're letting our patients and guests take them outside to the park. We have lovely and very calmly neighborhood.'

'I noticed it.'

'Good…Are you ready then? The quicker you walk there, the better you feel.' She said with a slight smile. 'You can go out whenever you want.'

'I know…I'm ready, okay?' He took a deep breath.

'I'll be waiting for you here.' He nodded his head and slowly walked inside the spacious room with three yellow walls and green one. There were only few, brown tables with plastic chairs and automat with coffee on the middle of north wall, where were another two doors leading to unknown places. There was already few persons sitting there and chatting, but they seemed to not notice him. Firstly he saw only two male nurses sitting on the corner and keeping an eye on their patients, but when he looked toward windows, he found out someone else was intently watching him from his seat.

He shivered slightly and for moment he wondered if he should go out from there, but as he looked once again at fragile, tired figure in white, waiting at him patiently with some kind of hope in eyes, he knew he couldn't run away. He grunted and slowly moved toward his destination. He grabbed the nearest chair and moved it closer to the table before he sat down in front of the man, who watched him with unreadable face expression. His dark eyes fixed at him, filled with anxiety, fear and hope. He took a deep breath and decided to break the silence, before they start choke with it.

'Hello Spike. How are you feeling?'