By the time William reached the bottom of the building, outside the bank, Julia had already covered the body in a large blanket hiding the state if it from prying public eyes. She didn't even look up when her walked over. George and Higgins were still trying to restrain the woman who was still clinging onto them screaming and crying, distressed just didn't quite cover it. William walked over to the woman who when she saw him started screaming more, William was a little taken aback.

'What did you say to him?-you were meant to save him! Darcy...oh lord-Darcy!' William wasn't sure what to say. He tried to save the man-reason with him but he had already made his mind up. None the less the accusation in the womans voice made him question his own competance. He turned to George and Higgins, 'perhaps you could escort Miss Ava here to the station, and help her to some tea..?' both the constables nodded and began to manoeuvre the grief-stricken woman to a carriage. William walked back over to Julia but his thoughts were two caught up with the dead man to even think about the awkwardness between them. 'Are you finished with the body?' she said some what abruptly in Williams direction. 'yes doctor, it's all yours.' and watched as she asked the men to put the stretcher in the back of the medical carriage and climbed in the front with the driver. Her eyes didn't meet Williams as the carriage pulled off.

William walked back over to his bike and hopped on and began the cycle back to the station, his mind still reeling from the morning he had just had. By the time he had arrived at the station the inspector was already waiting for him and barked for him to come to his office. He headed in clutching the brim of his hat in his hands. 'what on earth has bloody well gone on this morning Murdoch?' William attempted to briefly explain the proceedings of the morning an the eminent suicide of the man. The inspector just shook his head, clearly as shocked at the events as William was. When the conversation finally came to the conclusion that the inspector considered the whole situation as a waste of a morning, on drunken suicides, bit suddenly realised his mistake when the directive looked at the floor and shuffled his feet awkwardly.

William left the station as quickly as he could before he was barraged with more questions into this morning. Although heading in his current direction towards the morgue, he remembered what was waiting for him there too. He entered the morgue heavy hearted and attempting to shield his bettered emotions from the accusing and hurt eyes of Julia. She didn't even look up from the body she was carefully scraping the fingernails of to look at him. William could feel the resentment almost pouring from her as he stood the opposite side of her examination table. She was still intently scratching away making very plain force to even acknowledge his existence in the room. William decided that if he stands there long enough she would soon stop and speak to him. However after a few minutes he realised his clever ploy was turning into a game of who would budge first. A game he definitely didn't intend for. Finally coming to the decision that fighting against Julia's stubborn will was fighting a loping battle. He walked back through the alcove and pulled a small piece of paper from her desk, scribbled a note on it and then gently pushed into her day-to-day diary, on today's date. He closed it up and caught Julia eyeing him carefully through the glass as soon as their eyes met she looked away, and William placed his hat on his head and headed back to the police station.

Somewhat disheartened that his visit to the morgue had proved less than productive. As he arrived back at the station, he was met by Constable crabtree at the front desk. 'Miss Ava has requested to speak to you sir.' he said as they walked towards Williams office. 'has she collected herself somewhat now?' he replied a little quieter as they know stood outside his office door. 'she has sir, but as I said would like to speak to you on this mornings events.' Murdoch nodded and proceeded to enter his office as George returned to his desk. The pretty dark haired woman was sat in front of his desk and managed to pull a meek smile out for the detective as he sat down. Before William was fully seated she spoke out.

'Detective...I wanted to apologise for my behaviour towards you earlier. I had no right to shout and scream at you like that. I..was just a little distressed...' her voice broke a little by the end of her sentence. William shook his head, 'Please, don't apologise, you were faced with something terribly distressing, your behaviour was understandable.' he said diplomatically. Her smile was a little brighter this time, and William returned it. 'I presume you were well acquainted with the victim?' he pushed on. 'yes I was, he was my best friend, we were involved for a short while. But some mitigating circumstances proved that we were not meant for eachother...' she said looking down at her twiddling thumbs. William frowned a little, intrigued by her story. 'may I ask what these mitigating circumstances were..?' she looked up at him, her bright green eyes glazed with tears. 'we had grown apart for some time, and Darcy had left the city. I had stayed, I was engaged to another. But when I received a telegram from Darcy saying he was staying near Toronto, I replied stating I wasn't involved with anyone, and we immediately began romancing through telegrams'

She laughed sadly a little at this point, and looked down at her hands again. 'Most people would think this was a stupid thing to do, and that I was some kind of scarlet woman, but I honestly wasn't. I had always loved Darcy, but when he left I had thrown myself into a drinking habit, and an old friend Christopher had pulled me out of my rut and we began our whirlwind romance, and I was completely lustful to him, he had saved me, my blonde haired angel...' she looked back op at William, almost savouring the thought of the blissful moment in her life. 'But Darcy...he was everything, have you ever felt so in love with someone detective where it doesn't matter what importance your own life has, but to be with this person, to have hold of them, and to know that they have been blessed into your life, and for some ungodly reason, you feel you just fit, like the lost piece of a puzzle. And they want you. No one else. You. This is what Darcy was to me. We had been through so much together and the history between us far outreached the physical attraction Christopher and I had together. Yes Christopher may have saved me from the darkness, but Darcy was the one who kept me living.'

William's mouth had dropped open slightly and didn't even realise just how this woman, who he had never met before, could keep him so captivated by her story. he knew hat it was like to be pulled from the darkness of your own despair. He owed Julia so much. And love, whatever it was, Ava knew of it. She spoke of such things that desires were made from. He suddenly snapped himself out of his trace, and re-settled himself in his chair. 'please continue..' he said quietly. Still intent on hearing the story through. 'I had made my decision that I would break off my engagement with Christopher, but as I had feared Christopher had caught wind of what was going on. He found my telegrams from Darcy. He burned them on the fire in front of me. The very last telegram Darcy and I had exchanged was our ultimatum. If we did not meet at 12noon by the large oak tree in the park, then we would no longer speak of our romances. And we would remain good friends and not speak of this again. It was causing too much heartache for the both of us. Of course Christopher also knew this now. And was terrifyingly livid. He locked me in the house and we both sat in the living room until the mantle clock struck 12noon.

His smile was cracking and demonic and I was silently crying knowing that on that last strike of the clock would be kissed goodbye to the love of my life forever.' William watched as she gently patted away the tears from her eyes before she continued. 'This morning I was collecting some groceries from the store when a woman came in yelling to ring the police, a man was threatening to jump from the top of the bank. I paid for my groceries and then left and headed in the direction of the bank to see about all the commotion. I was worried for the man, and wondered if I could help at all. That's when I saw you stood at the bottom of the bank, and I heart Darcy's voice. I could feel my entire body sink with despair. He was the man people were yelling about. I lost all cognitive thought and knew I had to do what ever I could to save him. When he jumped...That image will haunt me forever...I...I...I'm not sure what I'm going to with myself now...' she was in full floods of tears at this point and her words were coming out between sobs. William pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to her in sympathy. he waited for her to settle herself and then he then stood up. 'I'll ask Constable Crabtree to make you some tea. You've had quite a morning.' He called George to make some tea and then bid goodbye to Eva as she left into the main station.

A/N: So...there we go, the unfortunate fate of Darcy Grey. Remeber that little note William left Julia? Curious..? all will be explained very soon :D

Another chapter hopefully be put up sometime over the weekend, possibly tomorrow, if im not dead from work.

Please R&R :D