Because things are getting a little complex with all things happening in different places so I've used line breaks to try and make it a little clearer but I worry it makes it too choppy to follow...thoughts?

i wrote this on the train so it's prob full of mistakes iv missed sorry feel free to pm me any glaringly obvious things! Sorry I know no one likes cliffhangers but there's another one coz I didn't have time to carry on sorry x

As Jane was racing to her unmarked to save Frost, with Korsak puffing behind her, she heard her phone ringing incessantly to the tune of the twilight zone, she automatically ignored it; that being her usual reaction when her Ma was calling, until she slammed the door to her unmarked shut and gasped in horror; Maura. She frantically typed in her phone and rang her Ma back but could get no answer. As Korsak finally made his way onto her car she screamed at him to get out, much to his confusion.

"What?" The older man puffed.

"Something's wrong with Maura I need to go, you go take care of Frost!" Jane slammed the door shut in Korsak's face, turned on her sirens and tore away with a squeal of her tires.

Korsak watched Jane's car peal away with a piercing siren and shook his head sadly, What the hell is going on?

The smell hit Frost before he opened his eyes, he felt his stomach roll and he retched until his eyes were streaming and his stomach and ribs ached with the effort. He heard a snigger and he rolled over on the floor to see a figure standing looking admiringly at a huge plant sprouting a giant purple flower out of the top of it.

"Quite something isn't she?" The voice was swimming in pride and satisfaction.

Jane nearly crashed into Maura's house she drove up at such speed. She leapt out of the car almost before it had stopped moving and slammed her way into the house only briefly pausing the draw her gun. She swept the rooms with efficiency and got to outside Maura's bedroom door where she saw her Ma's phone smashed into bits. It was only then that her emotions began to get the better of her.

Korsak pulled up alongside Frost's car and surveyed the area. Jane said he mentioned an Irish pub... As that thought crossed his mind Korsak saw a couple of guys wandering from the docks exclaiming how they needed a beer. Korsak took a punt and concealed his weapon and badge before following at a slow pace behind them.

"Wh-" Frost had too many questions swamping his mind but his head was fuzzy and he couldn't articulate what he wanted.

"Your partner couldn't leave well enough alone could she? Meddling little bitch!" Frost tried to move but felt pain slice through his head again. "The trail of breadcrumbs wasn't for her, she is nothing to me."

Frost frowned "Doc...?"

"Don't!" The shout echoed around Frost's head painfully. He grimaced as he was picked up roughly by his collar to meet those dark menacing eyes. "She doesn't deserve to be called that. Doctors save lives." Frost gulped as he saw the shadow consume the face in front of him. "She doesn't deserve to live. She must taste death, she will never understand otherwise."

"Wh-"

A short slap to Frost's face cut him off. "You need to learn who's in charge here. Perhaps I'll make an example of you...yes, she needs to suffer as much as possible before the end." The twisted smile that warped the face sent chills down Frost's spine. "She shouldn't be too much longer." Frost was dropped heavily to the ground in a heap. He watched in despair as the figure extracted a petal from the grotesque flower and began to grind it up in a mortar and pestle.

Korsak watched the men vanish inside the traditional Irish pub and considered what plan of action to take. He spotted a tramp across the alley and traded him his suit jacket for his smelly shirt. It pained Korsak to put it on but he needed to look as inconspicuous as possible...though stinking to high heaven he wasn't quite sure how inconspicuous he would actually be. ITALICS Here goes nothing. He took a deep breath and entered the pub.

"What can I get ya?"

"Guinness." Korsak winced as the bartender nodded and walked off to the other end of the bar to fulfil the order. The last time he had drank Guinness was last St Paddy's day in the Dirty Robber with Jane, Frost and Maura. He smiled at the memory of that night, Frost threw up everywhere and it was black due to the amount of Guinness he had had. His smile faded as thoughts of the Jane's new partner entered his mind. He's a pain in the ass but I hope he's ok.

"Y'all right there mate? Look like you've seen a ghost."

The thick Irish American accent snapped Korsak back into the present. He nodded "I might have..." There was a mutual silence between the two men as the bartender handed over the black pint with the frothy top. Korsak took a sip and smiled. "Good stuff, not had it in a while."

"Well now that's a crying shame! Why ever not?"

Korsak's face grew grim "Reminds me of a friend."

"That's the whole point mate, drink to your comrades." There was a small hum of agreement that echoed around the dank pub, men with greying hair lifted their identical pints in celebration.

"Haven't seen you in here before?" A new voice, more threatening than the bartender, joined Korsak at the bar.

"No. I've been away."

"Oh?" It sounded more like an accusation than genuine question.

"You get bagged?"

Korsak nodded and that was the end of the conversation, the guy seemed satisfied he was decent enough. "You seen any other strangers round? Any bozos?" The air stilled inside the pub and tension mounted.

The man turned to eye him carefully "Why you askin'?"

Korsak swigged his drink slowly and shrugged "Been asked by a friend to keep an eye out is all."

"What friend?"

"Someone who's gonna be pissed if his town ain't the way he left it." Korsak didn't need to say any more the murmurs around the pub told him that he had planted the seed of doubt among them. Time to go. He slid off the stool and left a bill on the counter and left with a solemn nod. He hid down the alleyway and waited. Hang in there Frost I'm coming.

"MA?! MAUR?!" Jane kicked in Maura's bedroom door and was greeted by an horrific sight.