Hey guys, a bit of a dip in reviews, hope you are still liking this. Thanks to those of you who are still sticking with this :) Sorry for delay in the update I haven't been well, writing this tonight was my medicine thought so I hope it makes you smile too hehe. Here's the update for you's then, I hope if your reading this you can drop a word or two telling me if I'm doing an okay job lol.
...A/N... McIzzieFan- My mental pic of Sergeant Steele is Jamie Bamber... Hope I haven't ruined your mental pic ;p hehe
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Roxy sat staring at the picture she held in her hands. What should she do? Should she show it to Ronnie? After all, it was meant for her. Yet if she kept it from her, she could be saving Ronnie from pain, as whenever she received something from this person whoever they were, all they would do is remind Ronnie of all she had lost.
She felt guilty after Ronnie had finally confided in her. She had found the picture last night, she had not meant to keep it from Ronnie, yet when Ronnie appeared in front of her, she had hid the picture behind her back, and in the end kept it from Ronnie.
She knew Ronnie would be mad at her for keeping it from her, which was another factor of her keeping it, because no matter how quickly she gave it her now, she'd still end up loosing it at her.
Roxy looked at the picture once more, it was freaky, it was like something out of a horror film. Stood in the middle of the road, a rose at her feet was a girl holding a piece of paper hiding her face. The numbers 184 stood out. In big, black, bold letters. It had sent a shiver down her spine when she had first seen it. Her uneasiness, had increased more so when she turned the picture over to find more writing on the back.
"HOW QUICKLY DID YOU FORGET?"
Roxy could not work out what either message meant, she knew her sister probably would not either, yet, she still couldn't work up the courage to show it her. It would just freak her out even more, knowing some stranger was taunting her as they were.
Roxy jumped out of her skin as she heard a knock at the door. She breathed a sigh of relief after realising if it was Ronnie, she would have just walked in. She was still on edge however, and hid the picture back in the book and placed it back on the bookshelf.
Roxy straightened herself down making herself look more 'presentable', if presentable meant flashing more cleavage.
Roxy's nerves soon faded and a grin appeared on her face as she came face to face with a tall good-looking man. She was glad she had sorted herself out just now.
"Hi, I'm looking for a Ronnie Mitchell?"
Roxy grunted slightly, it would have to be for her sister would not it.
"I'm Alex, Sergeant Alex Steele. If your sister is there, I'd like to come in and apologise and explain it to her properly."
Roxy frowned somewhat, what did he have to apologise? Explain what to her sister.
"Explain what? What do you have to apologise for?" Roxy says suspiciously.
Alex held up his hands a little, defensively, even he, having come across many an intimidating man, was still intimidated when it came to woman like Roxy.
"Look, I'm sorry I never should have told your sister like I did. Every man when it boils down to it is a prat, but he shouldn't be defined by his manly ego actions but by how he deals in the aftermath of them…"
Roxy hold her hand up stopping Alex mid sentence. A look of complete bafflement evident her face.
"I'm gonna stop you right there, not that I don't agree with what you said at the beginnin'…but… I have no idea what you're talkin' about. Copper or not, you had better tell me now what you did to upset my sister or you'll 'av me to deal with."
Alex gulps; he knew he would have a hard time talking this one round.
"If she hasn't told you, then I can't really divulge any details…"
Roxy throws up her hands exasperated.
"Tell me what!"
"It's concerning the case…" At this Roxy's, face pales slightly.
Alex looks at her confused somewhat the change in Roxy's appearance having not, going unnoticed by him.
"What's happened?" Alex asks a still pale Roxy.
Roxy looks around outside making sure Ronnie wasn't about, unbeknownst to her at the time; Ronnie was still at the club in a state of shock and wouldn't be moving for quite some time. She looks back to Alex.
"Do you have any i.d on you?" Alex was dressed in plain clothes.
He nodded his head and opened the leather jacket he was wearing.
"Erm, here." He showed Roxy his police badge and photo i.d. Roxy stepped back and opened the door more.
"Can you come in? There's something you'll probably want to see." Roxy speaks rather tentatively.
Alex nods and enters the flat, Roxy looks across the street once more before shutting the door and showing Alex into the living room.
Roxy offered Alex a seat on the sofa whilst she went to the bookshelf to receive the photo. She hesitated slightly once she held the book in her hands. She took a deep breath as she held the photo in her hands, before turning round and facing Alex, whom had watched her intently since they entered the room.
"Here." Roxy holds her hand out Alex looks up at it.
"It's from her, who ever is doing this to Ronnie, she's sent her something else." Roxy admits.
Alex stands up like a shot holding his hands up, Roxy looks at him shocked.
"I can't touch that. You shouldn't have touched that. It's evidence." Alex rushes out.
At this, Roxy immediately drops the photo onto the floor holding her hands up. Alex rolls his eyes a moment before focusing back onto the photo and what it could hold.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know. God Ronnie will kill me even more if I've messed this up…" Roxy runs a hand through her hair and turns around pacing the floor slightly.
"Hey, it's okay; you've done the right thing here. Just, don't touch it until I get back. I'm just going to my car to get some things okay." Alex tries to reassure Roxy, who gives him a small nod, although she doesn't face him, as she runs both her hands over her face.
Alex left and made his way to his car, grabbing a clear evidence pouch and gloves before making his way back into the flat. Where he found a still Roxy sitting on the opposite coach, her knees tucked up, her eyes locked on the photo.
As Alex makes his way over to the photo only now does Roxy register his return. Having, put his gloves on moments before he was now ready to collect the evidence.
Alex carefully placed the photo into the evidence pouch, and then sealed it with some police evidence tape that he had also received from his car. He reached into his jacket, and, pulled out a pen, and wrote down some details on the tape.
He let out a relieved breath as he took of his gloves, then turned to Roxy as he held the photo in his hands having dropped his gloves on the table.
He took a seat on the couch facing Roxy. He began to look at the photo, his mind trying to draw some conclusions as to what the photo meant.
"There's writin' on the back too." Roxy finally looks and speaks to Alex since he had re-entered.
Alex nods and turns over the pouch seeing the writing written on the back, he frown s somewhat as he takes in the words.
"When did you get this, who else has seen it?"
"No one just me… It was sent last night, I know I should've told Ronnie and told the police but…I just didn't know what to do, I just. I didn't want Ronnie to have to face it; she's been through so much already. I…" Roxy trails of not being able to verbalise what it was she felt about what her sister, her family had been through.
Alex sits forward his hands on his knees.
"Ronnie doesn't need to know when you received this okay. You can come with me now, and we can find her together, we can tell her together, if you want." Alex speaks empathetically.
Roxy wipes at a tear, and releases a small laugh.
"You don't have to lie to Ronnie for me. I've dealt with enough of Ronnie's backlashes; I know how to handle myself…"
"Yeah, well, it's not technically lying. Ronnie doesn't need to know you received this photo last night, I can tell her I received it from you this morning. I don't think she'll be too concerned about the specific details of when this photo was sent, just that it was."
As Alex stands, Roxy imitates, by doing the same. Looking at Alex inquisitively.
"Yeah, well you don't know Ronnie." Alex smirks a little.
"Where will Ronnie be?"
Roxy frowns, at Alex having changed the topic.
"She's at the club." Roxy answers automatically.
"And where's that?" Alex holds the evidence under his arm. He picks up his discarded gloves and places them in his jacket pocket.
"R&R she owns it, it's on Turpin road."
Alex smiles gratefully, as he straightens himself out.
"If you want to follow me down there, I can then take you to the station after and get a formal statement of you."
Roxy nods putting aside her needs to make some sarcastic comment about him seemingly having the hots for her sister, and ignoring what she was saying earlier. She wanted to help her sister find whoever was doing this.
Yet what Roxy was unaware of was that she most probably was helping to find her niece. Who was looking more and more likely, to still, be alive.
Alex kept a firm hold on the photo evidence as he made his way back to his car. He just hoped that they would have some more look with this photo, too add as more evidence that something was not right regarding Danielle's death. As his boss had told him before he left that, he was doing this on his own until there was further proof than on some lipstick the girl owned to prove she might still be alive.
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Ooh, so is it Danielle who is doing this? ;p Hope you enjoyed this chap, if you can, let me know what you think of this Alex guy, if I'm giving him too much storytime I'll try and cut him down, although it is important at the time being to progress the story on, and you want that don't you? ;p hehe anywas thanks for reading :) x