A/N: Here's the next chapter, couldn't resist adding the shovel line but anyway, hope you enjoy. As always any feedback is appreciated.

Darkness Broke In, I just Broke Down and Cried

Sarah had no idea what was going on.

In the past hour she'd been dragged into a car by a stranger and thrown head first into Beth's life. Fucking Clones. Fucking Police.

How the fuck was she supposed to be a cop? She had trouble following the law, let alone upholding it.

She looked around her for someplace to hide, wondering how on earth she was going to get herself out of this without anyone figuring out that she was not Beth. The fucking accent was hard enough with no practice, how was she supposed to fool the people who know her, when she knew literally nothing about her.

Finally finding a place to hide, even if only for a few minutes, she crashed into the restroom, reaching into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Scrolling through the contacts she thanked her lucky stars that she actually did take Beth's number, although, she had no idea if she'd actually pick up, or just what she could do to help her even if she did.

She dialled and cursed softly under her breath as she was put through to Beth's answer phone.

'c'mon, pick up' she muttered as she redialled, frustration rolling off her in waves.

Again.

No answer.

'Beth.' She shouted into her phone as she began to leave a message. 'I'm freaking out a little bit here. Pick up. Please. They think I'm you and there's a hearing or something? Why is there a hearing?' She began to panic as the reality that she'd have to deal with this by herself began to sink in. There was no running from this. 'I can't be you Beth. I can't be a cop. Help me.'

'Fuck.' She sighed as she ended the call, raking one hand through her hair as the other came to rest on the side of the sink in front of her. She needed a game plan. A way to get herself out without exposing them.

She'd always been good at escaping. Running away from anything that caused her any trouble. The fact that she would actually have to face this terrified her. There was nowhere to run.

She took a deep breath, looking around for anything that could help her. Her eyes focused on the hand soap above the sink. There. There was a way out, she hoped. A way to get them to stop asking her questions that she couldn't possibly know the answer to. She didn't even know what Beth had done that needed an enquiry in the first place.

A sense of desperation and renewed determination to get the hell out of there filling her, she reached for the soap.

Holding it under her nose she sniffed it cautiously before bringing it to her mouth. She's going to regret this later, she knows, but she also cannot see another way out. She drinks the soap quickly, forcing herself to swallow, trying not to choke.

God that was disgusting.

She breathed deeply, leaning heavily on the sink in front of her, praying that she stomach would settle enough for her to execute her plan.

She walked slowly from the restroom, breathing deeply, needing to hold her nerves, and her stomach until she could get the hell out of there.

She wasn't sure why she was so nervous about this. It's just another con really, it was what she did. But the idea of actually trying to convince people who know Beth, who interact with her daily, and who are fucking cops to boot, that she's her, made her uneasy.

She steadied herself as reached the conference room. This wasn't the time to freak out, she had to put her game face on, still not relishing the idea of what she knew she had to do next.

As she walked into the room she could fee all of their eyes upon her, and she wondered just what it was that Beth had done that had these people watching her like that.

Still, she could barely bring herself to listen to what they were saying, hearing 'civilian shooting' was more than enough to figure out what was going on there, she just focused on trying keeping herself composed.

She became aware of eyes watching her again, obviously waiting for the answer to a question that she had not heard, but still, it was time. She was getting the fuck out of there.

Her phone had been ringing constantly, one had stopped and for that she was thankful but the other had just kept on going. Beth had tried to ignore it, she really had but the incessant ringing was driving her to her wits end.

Groaning, she reached for the nearest, real life, it seemed, would wait no longer.

'Jesus,' she murmured as she took in the sheer number of missed messages she had amassed, and for a moment she seriously considered just continuing to ignore them. Then the pink phone beeped again.

Where are you?

Again

I'm still waiting

Again

We are still meeting, yes?

Shit. The German. She'd forgotten about that. She didn't really think she'd have to remember.

She pulled herself up from her position on the couch, before beginning her morning routine. If she was going to meet with Katja she wanted to appear at least a bit more put- together than she actually was, turning up in the clothes she'd slept in probably wasn't the way to do that.

She closed her eyes as she tried to regulate her breathing, trying to become the person that she knew she had to be when she finally met with the German. For the others. She had to be the Beth that they needed, the Beth who was in charge of the situation, confident, calm. The Beth who wasn't scared out of her mind every second of every day.

The pills helped.

Nothing's as scary when the edges are soft.

Gathering her courage she made her way towards the door. She couldn't put it off any longer.

Things had fallen to shit more quickly than she ever could have anticipated.

The moment that the German got into her car everything fell apart. First she hadn't even brought the briefcase with her, she'd assured her that it was safe but wasn't getting that information the point of this meeting in the first place? And then silence and a shattered windscreen, blood and another dead body on her hands that she had no clue what to do with. Time moving so quickly that she was barely able to keep up.

And this time there was no-one to help her.

She stumbled from her car, trying to escape the thick stench of blood that permeated the air inside the car.

Placing a steadying hand against the car she tried to take deep breaths, willing her body to calm down so that she could think clearly enough to actually do something about the body on her backseat.

She was a cop. She was supposed to be able to remain calm in situations like this, think clearly and act. But it's not like she could followed protocol. How would that have looked? Her calling in a dead in her car? The second person dead on her watch in a matter of months. A dead body that looked exactly like her in the back of her car.

No there was no way she could get through this using official means without the whole thing blowing up in her face. She just wished that she could think clearly enough to think things through clearly, but the combination of the god knows what flowing through her veins and the unadulterated panic flooding her was stopping her.

Reaching blindly into her pocket she pulled out a handful of whatever she had there, taking one, two, three. One of them was bound to help.

Her phone rang in her pocket, cutting through the crushing silence around her. As she looked at the unknown number on the screen, just for one moment she wondered just how someone could have known what had happened. What other reason would this person have for calling her?

'Beth?' rang clearly through the phone as soon as she accepted the call. Okay so this person knew her. That was something at least.

'Beth, are you there? It's me Sarah.'

Sarah. Sarah was ringing her. Sarah hadn't lied, hadn't left her. She could help her. She had to help her.

'Yeah.' She replied, her voice hoarse. 'I'm here.'

Sarah launched into a tirade that she couldn't find within herself to follow but the sound of her voice was soothing. She needed to ask her for help. She was the only one who could help. She was so caught up in her relief that she didn't notice that Sarah had stopped speaking. 'Beth?' Sarah asked again, her uncertainty sounding clear, even over the phone. Sarah thought that she had hung up. Beth didn't think that she could have even if she wanted to, the sound of the other woman's voice, the prospect that she wasn't in this alone , the only thing keeping her grounded.

'Sarah.' She finally replied. 'I need your help.'

Beth needed her help.

With what she wasn't sure, she'd barely waited for her to tell her where she was before she left, but she needed her help. As soon as she had asked her all thoughts of her ordeal at the police station left her. Beth needed her help.

She made her way to the other woman quickly, as her mind kept recalling the obvious distress in the other woman's voice, wondering just what she could help her with that her cop buddies couldn't.

Of course, the fact that Beth asked her could just have been out of convenience, that she happened to be the first person she spoke to, but it didn't feel like that was the case. Or maybe she was just imagining some connection between them because of the genetic identical thing. Maybe Beth acted that way with all of them

God, she hoped she wasn't imagining it.

As she approached her eyes focussed on the other woman. It was still odd, seeing her there, so similar yet different. Just from looking at her she could see how different they really were. She was standing with her hands braced against the front of the car, her entire frame tense and she visibly struggled to control her breathing.

'Beth.' She called softly, not wanting to scare her, as she came to stand behind her.

Beth took a deep breath before turning to face her, still not meeting Sarah's eyes. Sarah's heart squeezed at the pain and worry etched onto the other woman's face, the tear tracks on her face, but had no idea what she could do to help her.

'What's wrong? You said you needed help, yeah? Well here I am, what d'you need?' She said as she rested her hand on her bicep, unsure how else to comfort her. Beth finally met her eyes, words seemingly caught in her throat, but as she looked away again, Sarah finally took the time to take in her surroundings.

There was a fucking bullet hole in her windshield. Shit. What the fuck had happened here? Why the hell was there a bloody bullet hole? No wonder Beth was shaken up. Not for the first time that day she was left wondering what the bloody hell she had got herself mixed up in.

She moved to inspect the car more closely, looking for any other damage. Finding nothing more she turned back to Beth who in turn took her hand and lead her to the rear of the car. Sarah took her time looking again, there was obviously something that she wasn't seeing.

As she turned to Beth again, she finally saw it, just barely out of the corner of her eye. She stared, panic raising in her chest. There was a dead body. In Beth's car. There was a dead body in the back seat of Beth's car.

She heard Beth begin to cry as she stood stock still, trying to comprehend what the hell she was seeing.

'I didn't kill her.' Beth chocked out from beside her. Well that answered that question, after that morning it's not like she didn't know Beth had shot someone before.

'Then why haven't you called the police?' She questioned.

'Look at this, at her, Sarah!' She exclaimed. 'How on earth would I even begin to explain this looks? There's a dead body in my car who looks exactly like me.'

'wha…'

'She's one of us Sarah. German. She was here to give us information and now she's dead.' Sarah brought her rather abruptly into a hug, hoping that physical contact would help keep her calm. They were in deep shit and she couldn't afford. Beth reacted immediately, burrowing her head into Sarah's shoulder, a quiet refrain of 'She's dead' passing her lips, as if she were trying to make the information sink in.

As she held her, Sarah didn't try to tell her that it would be alright. She didn't want to lie to the other woman, yes she'd got herself out of some scrapes in the past but none as bad as this. She just stood, cradling her gently as she tried to decide what to do next. What the hell were they going to do next?

She doesn't know how long they stood there before they were interrupted, Beth didn't seemed phased by the ringing noise coming from her pocket but it pulled Sarah from her thoughts. She reached into Beth's pocket to answer the phone. She'd already fooled a group of people into believing she was her today, what was one more.

'Yeah.' She answered abruptly, trying her best to mimic Beth, hoping like hell that they couldn't hear a difference.

'Beth. Did you meet the German? Get the samples?' The voice on the other end asked. She knew about the German, she must be one of the others that Beth mentioned. One of them.

'German's dead'

'Wha…how?'

'Somebody shot her! And now there's a dead body to get rid. What the hell do I do?'

'I don't know. You're a cop, like, buy a shovel'

'Buy a shovel' Sarah repeated bitterly 'is that all you've got' she continued, realising too late that she'd let the accent slip.

'You're not Beth.' The voice stated coldly, 'where's Beth? What have you done with her?'

'Whoa, whoa, whoa,' she shouted in the phone 'Beth's fine.' She stressed 'She's right here, just a little shaken.' That was the understatement of the century, Beth looked like she was on the brink of a full scale mental breakdown, still muttering to herself, face pressed into Sarah's shoulder.

'Can you put her on?'

Sarah sighed. She honestly didn't know if she should, Beth seemed out of it as was, she didn't want to distress her further. 'I just need to know she's okay.' The voice continued, as if sensing the reason for her hesitation.

'Just, hold on a sec, yeah? I'll put her on.' Sarah pulled away from Beth slightly who seemed reluctant to let her get too far away.

'Beth?' She asked hesitantly as placed her hand under the other woman's chin, turning her face towards her. 'Someone wants to talk to you.'

'Who is it?' Beth asked as she cautiously reached for the phone.

Sarah shrugged 'it's your phone,' she supplied in place of a real answer.

Beth stepped away from her as she took the phone and held it to her ear. 'Cosima' she breathed into the phone, before began talking so softly that Sarah could barely make out any of what she was saying.

She began to think through what they would have to do next in order to keep this quiet. She'd have to deal with the car first, the windshield at least. Or maybe not, find a place nearby to hide the body, get rid of it then clean car properly. There, she had a game plan. Good.

Where the fuck could she hide a body? Maybe she would have to buy a bloody shovel. Maybe Beth knew where to hide a body. Maybe Felix knew where to hide a body. No, she couldn't bring him into this. Fuck, she had to hide a body.

The past few hours had passed in a blur for Beth. First, Sarah shows up, the next thing she knows she's sitting in her car, watching as Sarah digs a hole in the forest floor. She doesn't want to think of it as what it really is, a shallow grave for their fallen sister. A shallow grave for the woman who could have so easily been her.

Instead, she watches Sarah work. Watching the muscles in her should and back move beneath her tank top as she digs. Wondering if she should really be helping, but not wanting to move.

She still had to find some way to get the briefcase before whoever had it out for them got it, but she knew that that was probably going to be easier said than done. Nothing about this whole thing was easy. They'd searched her body before moving it from the car and had found her hotel key, so they knew where to start looking, at least, but this whole thing had trouble written all over it.

She wondered how Sarah was so calm. She'd only known about everything for a couple of days but she was taking everything in her stride. It made her wonder just what sort of shit Sarah had had to deal with in the past that she could be so composed.

Then again, she hardly knew the woman, maybe she was just as scared shitless as she was.

As they got back into the car to leave, she knew that she'd have plenty of time to find out, because really, their work was just beginning. It was going to be a long night.