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Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

Jack stared at the computer reading the personel details of Sally Morris. He had no idea what had happened to her once he had left to look after Mary but what he was reading in front of him made him realise she had been no great shakes as far as the Met had been concerned. He glanced up as Brian walked towards him.

"Jack."

"Yes Brian?"

"This Sally, she was in your CID, same time as Sandra."

"I know that Brian."

"So, you left ten years ago. What rank was she then?" Brian watched as Jack turned away from the computer as he tried to think.

"Sally Morris. She was a DC. Sandra was a DI."

"You think that has a bearing on what happened to Sandra now? I mean they are the same age, in the same male dominated nick yet Sandra rises to the rank of DI within a few years of joining CID. According to this Sally only got as far as DS." Brian watched as Jack shrugged his shoulders. He was exhausted and couldn't remember when he last spoke to the woman they were talking about. Sally had always been defensive and far too quiet to fit in to CID in those days.

"I don't know Brian." Jack sighed. "I really don't know."

"Right." Both men looked up to see Sandra and Gerry in the doorway. "It's 4 am. Sally Morris isn't on duty until 9 am. You three go home. Sleep."

"Sandra." Jack started as she walked towards the coat rack.

"What? Jack?"

"What about you?" He asked. She smiled slightly, Jack had always looked out for her.

"I am going to get some sleep. Look I know you think she wants UCOS. But what for? What would she hope to gain by being put in charge of you lot? Ten minutes with Brian and one of his theories and she will be begging for me to come back." She smiled as Brian looked on aghast. Gerry smirked.

"Fair point." Jack smiled. "Right, see you in a couple of hours."

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Brian closed the front door quietly as he glanced at the empty living room. Scampi trotted off to his basket as Brian smiled. He had been looking forward to going home. Esther was sleeping peacefully when he slipped under the covers. She flinched and opened her eyes as he smiled appologetically.

"Oh, remembered you have a home to go to then?"

"Sorry Esther luv." He yawned.

"Is everyone alright? Gerry? Jack? Sandra ok?"

"All present and correct. It seems someone is after revenge. Wants UCOS for themselves."

"What?" Esther was sure she wasn't properly awake. "Someone is jealous of Sandra? For working with you three old idiots?"

"Thank you."

"No, instead of kidnapping her they should give her a medal. Working with you three. Woman has a patience of a saint. She hasn't gone back to that house has she? After what happened there?" Sandra sat up slightly as Brian shrugged.

"I suppose she has."

"Oh Brian." Esther rolled her eyes as Brian failed to see why it wasn't a good idea for Sandra to return home. He had already closed his eyes as Esther tutted and settled back down to sleep.

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Gerry parked the car in the same spot it had been when they had left the house. Sandra had dozed slightly in the passenger seat as he drove. For a moment he didn't want to wake her, but reasoned she couldn't sleep in the car all night.

"Sandra?"

"Yes Gerry." She was instantly awake.

"You want me to take you 'ome?" He realised she hadn't said she wanted to come back to his house. He had just assumed the situation hadn't changed. Sandra smiled slightly.

"Not tonight. Both of us are too tired." She opened the car door at the same time as he did. "It's just so weird Gerry."

"What is?" He locked the car door and met her on the front step.

"Someone wanting me killed."

"Lincoln and McCarthy wouldn't have killed you, surely?" Gerry knew the moment he said it that it was exactly what they had been asked to do.

"I think so." Sandra looked at the doorstep as the front door swung open. She wasn't sure if she was angry or just resigned to the fact she had been about to die alone.

"Sandra?" Gerry watched as she fell silent. "Are you alright?"

"Me?" Sandra looked up. "Yeah why wouldn't I be?"

"Sandra." Gerry sighed.

"No Gerry." She walked past him into the hallway. "No I'm fine." The fact that she was shaking said more than her words ever could. "She wanted them to kill me. Didn't she? She wanted me dead."

"Yeah." Gerrry stepped towards her as Sandra leant against the small table. "Yeah, I think she did."

Sandra nodded as the realisation that someone really had wanted her to die. Gerry sighed as he rested a hand on her shoulder. She was determined not to cry in front of him. Gerry sighed heavily before he hugged her. It was then the tears began to fall. Gerry knew if it was ever mentioned she would deny it, would say her tears were down to tiredness, anger and the fact she had been held hostage for almost a week. He didn't know how he would explain his own.

A/N Sorry for delay in updating. Real life crept in. Please review. :D