Disclaimer: Don't own 'The Bill'. Don't own characters. Ughhh…

A/N: Yeah, that's the sound of me passing out from this horrible head cold. *points to self* SWINE FLU! Lol. No, just a cold… but if I don't update for a few weeks make some inquiries. So, with a cold that makes me feel like I've been smacked with a sledgehammer and a chapter WITHOUT any Mallie in it, this should be fun. If Will doesn't get killed, it's a good day. ;)

Chapter Thirteen;
Nikolai

"Are you with the company?" Will glanced up from watching the bus bay when a voice came from nearby. He turned to find himself face-to-face with a fat, middle-aged couple smiling broadly at him, cameras looped around their necks. It wasn't hard to assume they posed no real threat to his stakeout – they were tourists.

"No, I'm a tourist myself." Will faked, grinning at them.

They gave him a smile then motioned back to the bus bay. "Are you on this next tour?" Will picked up an American accent as the man spoke again. "No one else on this group speaks English."

"We'd like to make friends here. We really like the British. My grandfather was from around here." The woman spoke up, her voice squeaky and annoying.

Will smiled. "Yeah, well, it was good to meet you but I'm afraid I'm not on the next tour." He glanced back at the buses as a large, dark-haired man strode past. Will gaped. Success. He looked back at the couple. "That man there…"

"Mister Kowalski?" The American man said, pronouncing the name 'co-wow-ski'. "A good man. Gave us a discount if we agreed to a detour from the original plan."

"Really?"

"Yeah, down to the docks or something, a stop-off and a chance for a photo with Big Ben. We agreed, and the Japanese tourists, well, they don't even understand the tour map." The man guffawed, big heavy laughs that caused Kowalski to look up. Will ducked behind the wall again.

"I think the tour goes soon. Have a great time in England. Visit Buckingham Palace." Grabbing his phone, Will made off quickly.

"You too young man." The man called after him.

Will flipped open the phone and dialled Stevie's number, noting the three missed calls from her only briefly. She picked up straightaway and made to insult him, but Will cut her off. "Stevie, bring the car round to the Tallow St side, you can talk my ear off then."

*

The dark blue Vauxhall pulled up right next to Will as he stood behind a corrugated iron fence, watching the bus bay from the corner of his eye. Stevie wound down the window and leant across the passenger seat, frowning at him. "Where the hell have you been? Stuart radioed, Kowalski is here."

"I know, I saw him. He's leading a tour bus and guess where it's going? The docks."

"Great, get in, I'll call Stuart."

Will shook his head. "No, you follow him, I'm going to stay here and check his office. He must have something in there that connects him to Bolt. If we can't do that, then it's useless, he's just taking a trip down to the Thames."

"He'll lead us to Bolt."

"What if he doesn't though? What if Bolt doesn't turn up? Then what've we got?"

"We've got Brecht, now get in the car." Stevie ordered, frowning at him again.

"I'll call you if I find anything. Call me if the obbo does go ahead, I'll meet you there." Will turned and walked away.

Stevie growled. "William, get back here." She glanced behind her as a small line started to bank up. She was blocking the small road. One car honked and Stevie started to move, realising she couldn't hold up traffic without drawing attention to herself. She watched Will disappear from sight as she rounded the corner out of sight of the bus company entrance. As she did she picked up her radio. "Sarge, I'm following the bus company's next tour, Kowalski is on the bus. But we've got a slight problem…"