A/N: I can only apologise for the length of time I left this...all I can say is a really bad case of writers block, my muse running away and just not having the motivation to even re read what I had written. I think I've fought through it now, and I really hope I won't leave it a year again this time! People shouting at me to get on and do this helps so much!

Chapter six:

'Night Bols. Sweet dreams' Then Gene grabbed his coat and walked out of the flat and headed back to his car to drive home.

Meanwhile Alex was still fast asleep where Gene had left her, but she wasn't going to stay sleeping peacefully for long. Her sleep was interrupted with dreams of Molly and the life she was trying to get back to. The dreams were firstly of Molly as a baby, her first steps, her first words with Alex the proud mum watching over her every step of the way.

Then they changed to Molly getting older and Alex working all the time, there was a glimpse of Molly in the netball team for her school looking out for her mum to see her winning the match for her team, of parents evenings watching out for her mum because she was late to meet her teachers, weekends where, when Molly was little she was shipped off to Evan's for the weekend, or her grandparents, and now that she is older being alone in the house all weekend making dinner for her and her mum, that never gets eaten because Alex is too late home from work to eat it.

Alex realised she had been turning into her mother, never being there for her daughter. Even on that fateful day she sent Molly off with Evan because she just had to go back to work! If she had just gone home with her daughter, to check she was okay…it was her birthday after all, then maybe none of this would have happened.

The dream changed again, this time it was to a hospital room. It was like Alex was watching from the side-lines, she wasn't actually there. Molly, Evan and Pete's parents, who had kept in touch where their son had failed, were all stood round a bed, Alex realised they were all crying.

'Oh Mum' sobbed Molly as Alex looked at the person in the bed and realised this was her, in the hospital room in 2008 right now. 'I wished and wished it would not come to this….but the doctors' Molly was uncontrollably crying now 'The doctors…' she took a few deep breathes before finishing her sentence 'The doctors have shown us the scans mum, there is no brain activity. You did so well to hold on till they got you to the hospital but you aren't really here are you? You have already gone on or whatever' She looked at Evan 'But Evan's here, he is going to look after me, just like he did with you when Grandma and Grandad died' Molly looked over at where her grandparents were stood, both with tears in their eyes 'And Gran and Grandad will be here too, they have been staying up here for the last couple of days ever since this happened.' She looked back over at Evan who nodded 'The doctors said we will get some time to say goodbye before….before they turn off the machines. I'm not really sure what to say mum. I'm going to miss you more than anything but I'm going to make you proud. I promise. I really really need you mum but I know you are needed by someone else now, I hope wherever you are you are happy, I will never ever forget you, you were the best mum I could ever have and I love you so so much' Molly managed to just finish before the tears began again, she turned to Evan who hugged her tightly as the tears fell down his face.

'Alex….oh Alex' Evan sobbed 'It's like history repeating itself. I promise to look after Molly just as I did with you, she will make you so proud, she is just like her mum. Goodbye Alex, I hope now you are at peace'

Evan grabbed Molly tighter as the doctors came back in. 'Sorry, it's time' the doctor looked to Evan 'Do you want to stay or…'

'We are staying' Molly said determinedly 'Mum wouldn't want to be alone' she looked to Evan and her grandparents who all nodded, wanting to do what would help Molly the most. Molly moved forward to hold onto her mum's hand. 'We all love you, please mum…' Molly took one last look at her mum's face before the tears came again and blurred her vision 'Please be happy, I know you are somewhere else and I just want you to be happy'

The last thing Alex saw before waking up was Molly holding her hand and whispering over and over 'Goodbye mum, I love you'

'NO' Alex shouted waking up and sitting up, trying to work out what had just happened. Was it just a dream or was it figments of her life back in 2008 drifting through again? If it was then….does that mean she was dead? 'No…..I need to get back to Molly' Alex whispered.

The TV switched sat in the corner of the room switched itself on, playing a clip from a news channel from 2008 with a newsreader she recognised.

'And today DI Alex Drake, who was shot after attending a hostage situation, has died of her injuries. She leaves behind a little girl Molly. DI Drake's colleagues had this to say about her'

Alex zoned out as people she used to work with started talking about her. It was real. She was actually dead in 2008. 'Oh Molly' she sobbed. 'I promised I would get back to you, oh Molly I am so sorry! My baby…'

Hours later saw Alex lay on the sofa with red rimmed eyes and the tear tracks down he face, the tears had dried up some time ago but she hadn't bothered to move, not even to wipe the tears away…what was the point? She was dead, she was never going to get back to Molly, never see her little girl grow up…

'No, no, no, no' Alex leant over and found the whisky bottle that her and Gene had been drinking about just a few hours earlier. Ignoring the glass she placed the bottle to her mouth and allowed the amber liquid to run down her throat and burn. As the whisky took effect and sleep claimed her once again the thoughts of Molly as a child ran through her mind again, mixed in with images of Gene….

A/N: As always please read and review! =] It really helps keep my motivation going to update!