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"Right, thanks Skip." He sighed, he was destined to never have a day off.

Never mind scum to catch. He thought clapping his hands together.

"DI Bolly Knickers get yer slap on we're leavin'."

As if, on cue she came out of her bedroom fully dressed, hair done and - indeed slap on.

"Correction, I am leaving and you are not. I will not let you out of flat half dressed. What will the neighbours think?" He was sure she was being extra posh just to annoy him. "Right now, there are some of your shirts..." She continued. "..my wardrobe.." Was she still talking? Yes, yes she was. "..Left side.." He watched a speck of dust float around her head, he watched as it swirled and soared through the air. Then he lost sight of it. He panicked and scanned the area with his eyes. Eventually he found it hovering in front of Bolly's face. His eye switched from his dust speck – which was now called Johnny he decided – to her face. Her lips weren't moving any more. Crap.

"Gene, are you even listening to me?"

His mind was blank. Damn his subconscious, that twat was meant to be the one listening.

Apparently his blank face constituted as an answer. She sighed dramatically and did a recap.

Shirts in wardrobe. Why does she have my shirts?

Quattro keys are in the kitchen. Result!

You left the Quattro at work. Bollocks.

Shave. I have a shaving kit in my office, I am so organised.

Grab some food. His eyes drifted down slightly. I would grab that.

Stop staring at her arse. Busted.

"Did you get it all that time?" She asked patronisingly.

"Contrary to popular beliefs I am not mentally retarded."

"Are you sure about that?" She said batting her eyelashes.

He pouted and deliberated. "If I said yes. Would you dress up in a nurses outfit?"

"Pervert." She smiled and walked to the door.

"Smart arse."

"Bye Guv." She said opening the door. "Chop chop you will be late for work." And she was gone.

Bloody cheek. Now to hunt down some shirts.

"Hello Viv." He looked up from his log book.

"Afternoon Ma'am, I see you're alive, not eaten by anything then? Where is the midnight prowler then?" His eyes searched the corridor but to no avail.

"No, not quite. But I do have a terribly big mysterious bite mark on my bum." She winked at him as he chuckled. "Yes, he should be in soon, unless he finds my alcohol stash then we have no hope."

Viv did an over dramatic sigh and covered his eyes. Alex giggled, she liked Viv he was funny and nice – a rarity in the male species. She wanted to stay and have a chat with him but she had work to do so she bid him farewell and walked into CID. They were not nearly as chirpy as Viv. This wasn't really surprising, what was surprising was that they were actually doing work.

Ray and a few DCs were reading through some old files. Chris walked in the door behind her with a huge stack of files and Shaz was sticking pictures of the victims on the whiteboard. It was all a bit surreal to her the only thing that stopped her from thinking she was dreaming was the cancerous clouds of smoke issuing from cigarettes hanging out of the male populations mouths.

Just as she sat down at her desk Shaz spotted her and skipped over to her excitedly – so maybe there was some life here.

"Hey Ma'am, have you seen the whiteboard? I stuck all the pictures of possible suspects on there and their links to the victims, just like you do." From the way Shaz was grinning like a child she guessed that the young girl was proud of her creation.

"Right, lets have a look at it then." She smiled back as she stood up.

The whiteboard looked impressive. There was indeed several suspects around the victim, in total seven. The middle of the brainstorm was a picture of a woman, mid thirties, jet black ringlets surrounding her heart shaped face.

"So, what happened then?"

"Mary Burke, aged thirty three came in this morning to report a rape while she was out jogging last night. We have seven suspects, her ex-husband – divorced last year, her newly dumped boyfriend and five local men with sexual assault records. If you want we can expand our search..."

"No, Shaz, this is fine. This is great, actually. Well done everyone, really good work." She turned and smiled at each officer in the room and watched as each one of them nodded back to her knowing their hard work was appreciated.

"Right, so where the victim?" She said turning back to Shaz.

"She's in interview room one, she seems a bit distant and she completely shut down when Viv offered her a brew."

They all watched her as she looked over the whiteboard and muttered something that sounded like PTSD...talk to her...no men anywhere. Then she strolled out of the room leaving the bewildered in her wake.

They only had time to exchange a few confused glances before the doors swung open to reveal their other senior officer.

"Where is Bolly off to?" He sighed at their blank faces, why was he landed with such an incompetent team.

He moved over to Bolly's whiteboard and looked at the complex diagram, was it possible that she could do so much in so little time.

"Who did this?"

Shaz perked up. "I did Guv." This surprised him maybe there was hope for his team yet.

I really should give her a promotion.

"Right, so who are we arresting?"

"Mary, I just want to ask you a few questions. It's al right, just you and me, nobody else. You are safe here Mary there is no reason to be anxious." She laid her palms on the table to suggest her honesty. "Can you remember anything, anything at all, about your attacker.." She visibly flinched at the mention of him so Alex swiftly diverted the conversation. "..Or anything significant that was perhaps strange or something you noticed."

She looked at Mary who was staring blankly at the table, completely detached from everything and anyone near her. Alex tried another tactic.

"Mary who attacked you." Her head snapped up to face Alex. Her eyes were filled with a flat rage. At first they appeared flat and dead but if you looked again there was an unanswered fire behind them. She had been burned and she was helpless to cool the sores that covered her soul.

Alex watched as tears spilt from her vulnerable and lost eyes. She tried to speak through her know wrecking sobs "I..I don't...I can't...I was just jogging.."

"Mary, it's okay take your time."

She nodded and wiped her damp face. "I was jogging and...and he slammed me to the floor...and I don't know..I can't...anything." The sobs broke from her body once again as she shook her head frantically.

Inability to remember important aspects of the trauma – classic post-traumatic stress disorder symptom. She is going to need a therapist and counselling session for a long time before she is fixed.

Alex stood up. "Mary, I am going to get someone else to come down to see you and you can have a talk with them..."

"Don't leave me. Please." Alex walked over to her and sat beside her. Mary's head soon dropped onto her shoulder and soaked her top with her salty tears.

Alex put her arm around her shaking form and rubbed her shoulder – trying to comfort her in the only way she knew how. With a hug and whispering soothing words.

After a while Mary calmed down and was still. Her body taking comfort in Alex's and relaxing slightly against her.

"I remember. I remember something." Her hoarse voice echoed through the empty room.

Alex shifted to look at her. "What do you remember?"

"When he.." She dropped her eyes to the floor. "He ripped off my necklace." Her hand touched over the empty space on her neck where it should have been. "He took it, I don't have it, he took it."

"Was it worth anything?"

She shook her head. "It was my mother's. Just a cheap chain with a horse pendant hanging off it."

Now she knew who to look for.

Gene sat in his office; feet on desk; whiskey in hand and cigarette in the other. He was waiting. Waiting for Alex, along with the rest of CID. They were waiting for her to come back having worked her psychic magic on the victim and tell them all the answers they were looking for. That's how their relationship worked she would find the answers and he would beat up and arrest the twat that did it.

He was so lost in his musings he didn't notice her slip back through the doors, so when he did look up at the doors expectantly he found she was already standing in front of the whiteboard with a thoughtful look on her face.

He stood up quickly and almost jogged round his desk to see what she had for him. He opened his door and leant against the door frame with an air of coolness around him.

"What have yer got for me Bolly-Kecks?"

"We know that the perpetrator was someone she knew so we can get rid of all these." She started taking down the pictures off the board until there was only two pictures left. "So it must have been one of these two."

Gene walked over and stood next to her. "The ex-husband and the ex-boyfriend. This could be fun. Christopher grab a few plods and go fetch the ex-hubby. Raymondo, the ex-boyfriend." He turned back to Alex. "You can take one, I can take one, cross reference, break them. It's all fun and games here."

She gave him an approving look like she approved of his decision. But he did not need her approval for anything he was the king of this jungle.

His suspicious glare was interrupted by Chris.

"Guv, how do we know the suspect isn't female?"

Jesus Christ...

Well I Did It, Took Me A Long Time To Get Back Into This And It Will Probably Be Another Long Wait As I Seem To Be Writing For Four Different Stories At Once, How Do I Get Myself Into These Messes =S

Rachel xx