Hey guys. Wow not many reviews for the last chapter, i know it was short, but i do appreciate you guys commenting, hope your not getting fed up with this, i am sorry for the long delay in updates. Just been busy with work. I hope you still enjoy this fic. This chap isn't all that exciting but it sets up the next chapters where things start unraveling. Hope you enjoy :) Again, please review if you can. :)

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Sleep had come quite easy that night, everything else considered, the thought that the morning could bring answers eased her mind somewhat more than it had nights where nothing had happened.

It was 11.00 am. Ronnie was now dressed and had eaten some breakfast, she'd called Stacey to double check that she still wanted to come to the station with her, which she did. They had agreed to meet at the Station at 11.30 am.

Ronnie grabbed her coat and made her way to the club to retrieve the lipstick before making her way to the station.

To her surprise, when she opened the safe, the lipstick was still there, she had thought it was too good to be true, that when she got there it would be gone. Yet here it was, she grabbed it and placed it carefully in her bag, and made her way towards the police station.

Once she arrived at the station, just before 11.30, she was met by an already waiting Stacey. She gave her a small smile of hello. Stacey nodded doing the same.

They both entered the station a little nervously; they approached the desk, where a 40 something, over weight balding man was sitting.

He looked up as they approached, his face did not flinch, until he spoke.

"Can I help you?" He spoke gruffly.

"I'd like to report harassment." Ronnie spoke calmly.

"Okay, do you mind if I ask your name?"

"Veronica Mitchell." The officer looked up a moment then turned back to his screen, typing.

"Is that Miss or Mrs.?"

"Miss." Ronnie answered all questions calmly, even if they seemed useless, she just wanted to get to the point where she could get some answers.

"Okay, Miss Mitchell. If you'd just give me a moment I'll get an officer to take you through the back to make a formal statement."

Ronnie simply nodded, she did not know what to expect, and she just waited, watched as the man at the desk spoke on a phone, and then watched as an officer appeared through a door.

"Veronica Mitchell." Ronnie turned to the officer. This one was better to look at, a 30 something, tall, tanned, and with slightly gelled brown hair. A police officer though, was a man she could not go for. Not again, not now.

"If you'd like to follow me through here, I'll take your statement from you."

Ronnie nodded; she turned to Stacey a moment who said she would wait there for her. Ronnie gave Stacey a gently, yet slightly nervous smile before making her way, to follow the officer into a room.

Ronnie was led into a room with a table; it was light unlike the usual interrogation rooms you see on television.

The officer offered Ronnie a seat, to which she accepted, he then sat down facing her.

"Hello, my name is Sergeant Alex Steele. I understand that you'd like to report a harassment?"

Ronnie nodded. The officer offered a small smile, as to, not appear too intimidating.

"Okay. Well I will need to know as much as you can tell me, so we can do our best to help you. We'll need a written statement from you, but we can do that in a bit, why don't you start by telling me what's gone on?"

Ronnie went on to tell the officer how since her birthday strange things had started, she had to explain what those strange things were, not just feelings of being watched, but the card, the tape, and the messages. She had also had to explain that Danielle had died, and that is why all these things were so distressing. Ronnie became a little distressed as she spoke of Danielle's death, and Danielle. How she had been adopted and cruelly snatched away from her the night she had discovered her true identity.

The officer had offered Ronnie a break, but she carried on saying she was fine. The officer stayed relatively quiet listening to Ronnie explained all that had happened. Ronnie had been aloud to take her bag into the room, after it had been searched and she began to pull out the various things to show the officer.

The officer had exited the room a moment to get some gloves and evidence bags, he returned and Ronnie had all the items laid out on the table. The DVD, how she had wanted to keep it, but it was evidence the officers needed to know about it. The birthday card and the cards from the flowers she had kept. Lastly, the only thing Stacey knew she had brought the lipstick.

"You said your birthday was when you first started receiving things. This card?" Ronnie nodded and watched as the officer started writing things down.

The officer looked up at Ronnie's questioning gaze and offered a small smile.

"I need to write a written statement, including every little detail, I know it can be distressing, repeating a lot of events, you can take a break anytime you want."

Ronnie shook her head, she had to get this done, the quick it was over, the quicker she found her answers, the quicker she could begin to move on with her life as best as she could.

"7th July. My birthday. I got the card and the film. September 10th I found the rose and the card. Then last night a message was left for me in the toilets at my club, but whoever is doing this were interrupted and fled the club. They left the lipstick."

Ronnie watched again as she watched the officer write on the evidence bags, then began to place the items away. He looked up once he had finished, and removed the gloves having sealed the bags.

"I'll need you to look over this statement and sign there to confirm that all is accurate." He gestured to a spot near the bottom on a sheet of paper, with lots of writing on.

She began to read it all, it was all she had just recounted to him moments before. She nodded and signed at the bottom and handed the paper and pen back to him.

"Now this lipstick, it's never 100% certain we can get any finger prints from it, let alone an i.d from it, but there's always a chance. This will have to be sent off to one of our labs, and I'll get an officer to ring you once we have some results."

"The film… How long will you need it for?" Ronnie asks tentatively.

The officer looks at Ronnie solemnly.

"We'll just need to document it, check for prints, and make a copy. I'll see to it that once we've finished with it, it's returned to you."

Ronnie releases a sigh, and offers the officer a small grateful smile.

"How long will I have to wait, till I hear something?" Ronnie inquires.

"Like I said, it depends on how feasible the prints are on the lipstick, which is our best bet as you said there was a witness to the offender committing the crime… If the prints are solid, and the offender is in any of the databases, hospital, or police, we'll get an i.d."

Ronnie nods and releases another deep breath.

"We'll also need to speak to the witness who saw the offender write the message in the toilet. You said it was a friend?"

"Stacey Slater, she's my, was my daughter's best friend."

"Okay, if you have contact details for her, we'd like to get in touch with her, to see if she can give us any description on the what the person looked like. Even if she can just give us the height, it's better than nothing."

"Stacey's waiting in the reception area for me."

The officer looked up.

"Really? That would be a great help." Ronnie nodded.

"I think that's everything for now. All I can advise you do, seen, as we have no formal identification at this moment in time, is to be vigilant, if you're going out late on your own, I'd advise you ring someone before telling them when you're setting off, and again when you reach your destination. It's always best in cases like these, that you're not on your own a lot. If someone could stay with you, if it would help keep you at ease, then again, I'd advise you do that. And, any sign, or any other items being left you, you ring this station and ask to speak to me, okay."

A few more words were shared just finalizing and making sure all was understood, the officer showed Ronnie out and spoke with Stacey, who followed him into the room Ronnie had just been in. Even after she had told the officer that, she didn't get a good look at the person, it was a masquerade night after all, but the person had punched her before she could look at her any further.

She had told the officer all she could, she had tried very hard to remember as much detail as she could, such as height, and she was a little shorter than she was. She had brown hair, short, just above the shoulders. She wasn't sure but she thought that her eyes were green. She joked that she had a good right hook on her, her lip was proof; it had as she had initially thought swelled and bruised. She had a proper fat lip. She was embittered that she had this fat lip, when she was sitting across from such a good-looking police officer. He could lock her in cuffs any day, or night she smirked to herself.

Once all details were given, and no more could be shared, or recorded. The officer escorted Stacey back into the reception where Ronnie was waiting; he then excused himself to go send off the lipstick for testing.

"Ay, he was a bit of alright want he." Ronnie let out a small laugh as Stacey watched after the police officer.

Ronnie shook her head as she made her way out, Stacey soon following.

"No wonder you were so long in that room, I wouldn't have wanted to come out either." Stacey tried to joke with Ronnie.

Ronnie allowed her lip to twitch at this; the thought had crossed her mind briefly. Stacey caught the movement and smirked to herself again.

"No woman can resist a good-looking police officer." Stacey carried on.

"When it comes to my sister, she can't resist any man." Ronnie tried to joke, but the thought that this was true. That Roxy couldn't resist any man, brought about the memory of her not being able to resist Jack, when he had kissed her, still hurt her.

Ronnie and Stacey had made their way wordlessly back to the square together. Ronnie said her goodbyes to Stacey and made her way to the Vic to see Roxy, she felt guilty for having thought about her the way she had before. After all, she had been so good to her since Danielle's death. In addition, she wanted to let her know she had been to the police station, and to tell her all that had gone on.

Ronnie looked up at the Vic, then to the entrance of the Vic, to the doors, the spot she had thrown Danielle out of the night of the wedding, the night she died. She felt her chest tighten. She clutched at her locket. The action bringing forth a fresh image of Danielle, not just the one of her as a baby, but the recent one, one Roxy had given her for her birthday, which she had placed in her locket. The picture of Danielle and Amy, which lay preciously in her bedroom, on her bedside table, so, she could see her face every night before she slept and every morning she awoke. Keeping, her, face, her memory, fresh in her mind never forgetting her. Ronnie closed her eyes as she shut out the events of that fateful night, and made her way into the Vic, to see Roxy and tell her all that had just gone on.

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