Alexa POV

We followed Collins into his office at the far side of the hospital where he gestured for us to sit in the two worn leather seats he had opposite his mahogany desk. After we sat he took his own seat and continues to stare at us, only this time he had the end of his glasses in his mouth. Cammie looked to me for guidance but I merely shrugged at her, there was no reasoning with this man.

I remembered his office well, rows of shelves on the wall filled with awards and medical books, trophies from his school years and photos of his only son Andrew, a god awful man. The first time I encounters the Collins family it had been when my foster family at the time insisted I see a therapist for my paranoia and nightmares, that's when I met Andrew Collins. He insisted everyone call him Drew.

He was a laid back sort, long light brown hair and small beady blue eyes, just like his father. He wore a Hawaii shirt beneath a suit jacket and ripped suit jeans along with black doc martens. I could make a guess that Drew would be about 35 now, Collins at about 60. That being said, Drew probably hadn't matured much over the last couple of years.

"So, Helena." Collins said at last, it took me a second to work out he was talking to me. "Last I saw you you tried to stab my boy with a letter opener." Cammie cast me a questioning look.

"Yeah... About that..." How could I possibly explain my actions back then? Collins wouldn't possibly believe me.

"Don't try to make up excuses." He stopped me, looking angry. "Now you come here and already a girl is being admitted with a bullet wound." I swallowed and looked at your shoes. Collins would never forgive me for what happened with Drew, and now Bex? He'd probably already called the cops. "I think I should ask your friend." He turned to Cammie, who clenched her jaw.

"She was shot." Cammie started by stating the obvious.

"By...?" Collins said slowly, writing notes on a piece of paper in front of him without looking. Cammie looked to me and answered, despite my head shaking and mouthing no.

"Jack..." I realised Cammie didn't know Jack's last name. But sadly Collins still knew which Jack she meant, damn.

He raised an eyebrow and gave me a sour scowl. "Helena, aren't you tired of blaming that poor boy for your escapades." I exhaled through my nose to keep from snapping at him. "First it was the thefts, then you beat him up for calling the police on you. Really?" I wanted to tell him that the thefts weren't me anyway, and I never blamed Jack, and I never beat him up! I didn't, however, I just picked at my nails and ran my hands over my face.

"Believe what you want." I told him with a casual shrug. "She's telling the truth, we have other witnesses, including the victim." Collins wrote something else.

"Can you name the other witnesses to me?" When I didn't answer he looked the Cammie.

"How about you Cammie?" My breath caught in my throat and my mind raced as I tried to remember when we had told him her name. We hadn't. Cammie clearly sensed it too when I look at her and my hand went carefully to my back pocket where I could feel my gun pressing into the small of my back. Collins didn't notice since his eyes were fixed on her.

"No, I'm afraid not, I've never been here before and I don't know anybodies names." Good, I thought, play into his hand. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

"That is a shame." He tutted and walked around his desk. He hand moved quickly but so did mine and we ended up pointing our guns at each other. He took a moment to register this turn of events before Cammie through his stapler from his desk at his head. His gun went off but I rolled off the chair and out of the way just in time. Now on the floor I sent a kick to his knee as he tried to recover and Cammie quickly and silently walked around behind him and slammed his bin onto his head.

Collins fell down blinded and in pain. Cammie stamped on his wrist and the gun was released. We worked well together.

While Collins tried to recover I put one hand on the corner of his desk for support and jumped over it. I nodded to Cammie, who nodded back and aimed her gun at his shoulder.

I opened up his top draw and rummaged through it, finding papers, statistics and masking tape. Pulling that out I moved on to the next one, nothing good. The last one, was locked.

"Gotcha." I mumbled, kneeling down and examining the lock. Lock picking has never been my specialty. "Hey, Cammie?" I peered over the edge of the desk to find Collins removing the bin and Cammie with her gun to his neck. "You know how to pick locks?" She gave me a wicked grin and I stood up.

"Which one?" She questioned as I made my way over to Collins with the masking tape in hand.

"Bottom one." I said, waiting for Collins response. Horror crossed over his face.

"No, no, please no!" He said too loudly for my liking. As Cammie worked on the lock I put masking tape over his mouth.

Before long she whooped triumphantly and gave me a thumbs up. As she opened the draw however, heard her breath intake and she coughed. I looked to Collins in panic as a pale grey smoke began to role along the floor towards me. A thud behind the desk told me Cammie was out cold. No.

Forgetting about Collins I rushed to her to check her pulse, with my other hand over my mouth, meaning I put my gun down. Stupid. Once I confirmed Cammie was still alive I turned to find Collins had moved, he had locked his office door.

I coughed violently as the smoke filled my nose and mouth. Trying desperately to stand up I scrambled for my gun, holding onto the desk till my knuckles turned white. The desk had been a trap. Clever.

Collins pulled the tape from his mouth and pulled out a mouth piece. He placed it on his mouth and took a deep breath as if to say, it can't hurt me. My vision had become too blurred to see what he was doing next, but there were definitely two of him. My hand fell from my mouth when my legs began to give way and with one last breath of intoxicating fumes I slipped to the floor with a crash. Everything went dark.