Hey guys, so sorry for the lack of updates, work and life has just been a bit hectic...Want to thank u all for your great reviews. :) Was out all yesterday so couldn't get an update up finally managed to get writing about an hour ago and swore to myself I'd give you guys an update. Hour later, her it is :D Hope you like it, quite a bit development in this chap i think, hope you like it anyways :)

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Ronnie had told Roxy everything that had took place at the police station, and the night before. Roxy had been a little hurt that Ronnie had not confided in her earlier about all that had gone on. However, she had insisted that she move in with her until they catch whoever was doing this. Ronnie had not wanted this; she was fine on her own. Admittedly, she was a little worried, and this was what unsettled her even more. That this person, some stranger presumably, could get at her so much. Roxy had insisted though, and Ronnie just agreed if anything to shut Roxy up.

That was 2 weeks ago, it was now October 3rd. Ronnie was becoming very agitated at having not heard back from the police. Roxy was starting to get on her nerves too. She has lived with her for a while in the Vic, and obviously, when they were kids, so, she was not sure, why Roxy being in her home was any different. It was not. She had just gotten use to the fact of living on her own, having her own house, and her own space. Now Roxy was here she felt smothered, no time for herself. More to the point, finding some one else's knickers and bras scattered about your home nearly every morning is not something you can learn to appreciate, especially when the said person doesn't clean up after themselves even after you ask them to. Or, in Ronnie's case threaten, but still seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Luckily, Roxy was out at the Vic helping a lot, behind the bar, and Ronnie was at R&R so they were not always together. Which Ronnie was more than thankful for.

However, ever since the night at the club, where Stacey had caught the person, Ronnie had not heard anything, received anything else since. She was still on edge though, she knew the person wouldn't stop. Unless, the police had caught them, yet why hadn't they got in touch with her to let her know?

At this thought Ronnie decided to find out herself, it was pointless relying on the police. You needed something doing, do it yourself. She picked up her phone and began dialing the number for the local police station. She had to wrack her brain now for the name of the officer she had spoken with. Alex…St…Alex Steele. That was it; she smirked at the memory of her first impression of him. Just like Stacey, she had thought of a few things he could do with his cuffs.

The dial tone kept on ringing, she rolled her eyes sarcastically, some police they were, what if she was in danger, at that the phone answered.

"Hello, Walford Police Station, how may I help you."

"I'd like to speak to Sergeant Alex Steele please."

"May I ask who's calling, and what it's regarding."

"It's Ronnie Mitchell, and, it's a private matter." If she asked regarding the case she might just get another officer, she'd opened up to Alex Steele, she didn't want to reiterate everything she had to him, to someone else, who may not be as considerate.

Fortunately, she was asked to wait whilst the officer on the phone went to check.

"I'll just put you through to Sergeant Steele's private line." The officer speaking was a woman, and didn't sound to happy about what she was doing. No doubt, she had a crush on this Sergeant Steele.

Ronnie next heard another dial tone, she was soon greeted by none other than Sergeant Steele himself.

"Hello this is Alex Steele. Ronnie Mitchell? What can I do for you?"

Ronnie would have smiled at the slight cockiness in his voice if it weren't for such an imperative matter as to why she was calling him.

"Well for starters why don't you tell me what you've been doing for the past 2 weeks?"

"Erm work mostly, it was my cousins 21st last Friday…"

"I didn't call for a social chat. I want to know what's happening with the case. Have you caught her…"

"Ronnie. Look, it takes a while, here in the UK, in real life it takes time to find a match. We can't just scan an image and get a result in 3minutes…"

"I know okay, I know. I just. I hate not knowing…"

"Whilst we're on the subject have you received anything else?"

"No." Ronnie sighs.

"Well, that's something… Ronnie, I have your number okay, I will call you as soon as I here anything. I have called the forensics lab numerous times, but with something like this. It's pretty much a waiting game. I told you, we can never be certain on getting a match…"

"I know… Alex…Will you just call me as soon as you hear…anything, please."

"Yeah. Of course… If you ever need to talk Ronnie… About the case… I can give you my number, where you can reach me directly…" He spoke slightly nervously, his intentions quite clear, it was not just about police business.

Ronnie wasn't sure, it was a police officer, and she didn't know whether she wanted to get involved with another officer. What if he knew Jack? What if he was like Jack? She decides to take a chance; if anything, it may help her getting answers sooner if she could speak with him directly.

"Yeah, if that's not a problem…"

"No, no it's definitely not a problem." Ronnie could not help the small flutter that arose in her stomach. This man knew all her problems, yet he was still interested. Ronnie was not use to this, so her front came up slightly, protecting her from the unknown, the potential threat.

Ronnie was given a number from Alex, she made sure she wrote it down, and copied it into her phone once they said their goodbyes.

An hour later and she was at the club. She was checking through the books when her mobile rang. She checked the id and was surprised to see Alex Steele pop up on the screen.

"Didn't think I'd hear back from you so soon." Ronnie teased slightly.

"Erm, there's been some development in the case." Ronnie's mood changed instantly from the tone of his voice, it sounded serious.

"What happened?"

"After you called me, I ended up making a few calls of my own, to find out what was happening…Turns out, they thought they'd messed up on the finger printing…"

"What why?" She asks again.

"Well, at first the reason why I hadn't heard anything was because they searched most of the databases and hadn't found a match… They were going to write it off as an unmatchable print until they got a hit in the hospital database…"

Ronnie was slightly scared to ask any further, she had no idea what this could be about.

"Maybe you should come down to the station and I can tell you here?" Alex asks, once he doesn't get a reply from Ronnie.

"No, no, tell me now, I couldn't handle the wait… Please, if can tell me over the phone, then please do." Ronnie wasn't one for pleading, but with this case, with all that had gone on, she just wanted answers, she just wanted it to be over.

"It should really be down at the station… but I don't see what harm telling you now over the phone… you will still need to come down to the station at a later date…"

"Okay, okay…what is it. Tell me?" Ronnie interrupted.

"The only prints on the lipstick were that of your daughters…" He says carefully.

Ronnie sits back in her chair as she begins to frown.

"I don't understand… I thought you said something about a mix up?" The confusion evident in Ronnie's voice.

"Well there were a few sets of prints on the stick that they managed to lift. They were also able to date the prints… So they could tell which prints were the most recent…"

Ronnie was listening intently she was not quite understanding what all this meant. Alex carried on.

"Well when they got the hit in the hospital database they were glad, thought they'd caught a break, until they realized the prints were from the hospitals mortuary… They didn't understand how the recent prints could be from a dead person…"

Ronnie's heart began to race. She was not sure if she wanted to hear what he had to say.

"The prints matched to that of a RTA victim… Danielle Jones…Your daughter. At this, they thought it must have been a mistake that the recent prints and the older ones were switched… So they ended up having to redo the whole thing, which is another factor on the delay…"

"What. What are you saying?" Ronnie's voice came out as a whisper; she could not take it all in.

"I'm not quite sure yet… My seniors have ordered a review of the case, and we're going to have to re-question you and some others regarding the death of your daughter."

"What do you mean? What about? Can't you just do your job and find whoever is doing this, why dig up the past…" Ronnie began rambling on.

"Because, it very well could be your, own daughter that is doing this!" Alex snaps, but soon recoils once the line goes silent, quickly regretting how he broke the news to Ronnie.

Ronnie dropped the phone from her hands. Her mouth fell open, her eyes began filling as they also widened in shock. Her hand quickly came up to cover her mouth, her body hunched over, and sobs began to overtake her body. She didn't acknowledge the voice still on the voice calling out to her, or the person approaching the office. Her mind was elsewhere, she was in a state of shock, and confusion.

Even more so than before. What did Alex mean? Could her daughter be alive? No, she couldn't she'd seen her body in the mortuary. So, then why would Alex say this to her? Why would he be so cruel as to lie about something like that? Yet, he was an officer of the law he would not lie. He could not lie about something like this could he?

What was the truth? Would she ever find the answers she needed? As, whenever she thought she'd got an answer all it would do was add to more questions.

What would happen now?

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Ooh, so what will happen now? :p, who is the person coming into the office, is Danielle really the person doing this? So is she alive??? How will Ronnie cope, and what's going to happen with her and Alex, would you like anything to happen?? Let me know what you think on anything in this, critique and praise always welcome. Thanks for reading x