Hey guys, so sorry haven't updated in a while been really busy with work not got home till late and just been really tiered, and what lovely weather we've had this weekend I had to go out lmao... BUT i did want to get an update up for you lovely people, i must apologise at its length, but as they say quality not quantity, and i hope you think its quality lmaooo. Plus the next chapter is a pretty important one, things start to unravel and pick up speed then so you got things to look forward to. Well, without anymore chatting here's the chapter, enjoy :)

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"Missed me? What? Does she mean the letters, I don't get it…" Ronnie thinks aloud.

Stacey shrugs, then turns away from Ronnie and looks in the mirror. She lets out a small chuckle. She sticks her lip out checking the damage. She shook her head grunting. It would definitely swell. Ronnie turned to look at Stacey who was now touching around her lip carefully, and she now noticed the cut to her lip. Her hand instinctively reaches out to check the injury. Stacey's eyes squint, what was Ronnie doing.

"You'll need to get some ice on that, try and help the swelling." Her motherly instincts taking over checking Stacey's injury.

It didn't matter that it was Stacey; maybe it did. Because she was her daughter's best friend, she felt she needed to look after her. It was silly, because she didn't and Stacey most definitely didn't want her help, but she did it regardless, she wouldn't be cold towards anyone Danielle cared for.

Stacey looks down awkwardly, she didn't know how to react to this Ronnie, the caring Ronnie, the Ronnie Danielle had yearned for, it seemed so tragic that she wasn't here to be the one being looked after.

Ronnie looked away too, knowing that she had pushed some boundaries then with Stacey; she looked again at the writing, taking it in.

"Did you catch her writing it…" Stacey shouting her name interrupts Ronnie.

"Look!"

Stacey points to a lipstick on the floor the one the woman dropped. Ronnie gulped as Stacey ran to the toilets, got some toilet paper, came back, and picked it up carefully, placing the lipstick in the paper. She turns to Ronnie a small glint in her eye.

"She used this to write that. She didn't have any gloves on either… I don't think. Can't we use it for prints or something? You need to go to the police with this Ronnie."

Ronnie gulps again. Breathing deeply she looks at Stacey's hand and takes the paper and lipstick, careful, like Stacey not to touch the lipstick. Ronnie looks up at Stacey a little smirk on her face.

"You been watching Miss Marple or something Stacey, since when were you so cautious about protecting finger prints?"

Stacey rolls her eyes, and lets out a small laugh; it wasn't at Ronnie, who thought it was it was at a memory.

"Jessica Fletcher actually… Danni, she'd always make me watch it with her. Said it made her laugh that she was a just writer and that she always ended up solving the cases, not the police…" Stacey let out another small laugh, this one quieter, as the memory brought about sadness.

A smile appeared on Ronnie's face at the thought of knowing something else about Danielle. Learning something knew about what she had done in the time, she lived on the square. She was thankful to Stacey for sharing the memory. She gave her a thankful smile as they locked eyes once Stacey had finished talking.

"I know you're a Mitchell Ronnie, and you don't like dealin' with the police, but, you need to hem with this… You can't figure this out on your own, unless she's gonna appear before you sometime soon, which I doubt she will."

Ronnie sighs rubbing her face a moment.

"I can't Stacey. They won't take me seriously. What proof do I have some card and a lip stick, and…"

"You either do it or I will. Ronnie. What's she gonna do next? Step up her game and wait in your house for you… 'Cos Ronnie she aint just leaving you birthday cards for you to get in the mornin', she's come in your club whilst you're here. She's gettin' smug."

Stacey tried to reason with Ronnie, she didn't care if she sounded a little desperate; she needed Ronnie to see sense. This person could be a danger to her; they were harassing her, and clearly had some unknown grudge against Ronnie. Any other time Stacey would have laughed at herself for looking out for Ronnie, anyone would have told her she would be thinking in the best interests of Ronnie Mitchell a year ago she would have laughed her head off, but then she didn't know she was Danielle's mum, and Danielle was still here. She had no reason to want to keep an eye on Ronnie. Now she did. Danielle.

Relenting, Ronnie nodded. Stacey let out a relieved breath, nodding also.

"Right. Okay, so what we gonna do with that. I'm sorry but I aint in no mood to trek to the police station now… Are they even open now…?" Stacey started rambling, her hand coming up to run through her hair nervously.

"We can keep it in the safe till the morning, and we can go then… If you want to come that is?"

Ronnie became a little flustered, she wasn't used to reaching out, she kept on surprising herself at how naturally she did it now, being more open with people. She would have thought since her daughter's death she would have closed herself off from anyone, preventing anyone getting close enough to hurt her.

Yet, now, since Danielle's death, and the events surrounding it, she didn't want to waste anymore time not being herself to others, not letting people in. Maybe if she were more like that when Danielle was alive, she would have felt more comfortable in telling her sooner.

Ronnie closed her eyes briefly as she thought that over. She could not dwell on what ifs; they would just eat away at her. She didn't want that. Therefore, with no more thoughts spared, she made her way out the toilets and towards her office. Stacey following, watching as Ronnie carefully put the lipstick in the safe and locked it. She turned around and Ronnie looked at her, she let out a breath, it was some kind of relief, weight off her mind, that tomorrow morning could be the start of getting some answers.

I will try my hardest to write some more tomorrow when i get home from work and hopefully update cos i do know it was short, but i do hope you enjoyed it, as i said the next chapter things start to pick up, and answers answered lol ;) Review, and discuss away, always love to hear what you think of the fic and where its heading and that and what you'd like to see :) Thanks for reading x