Fire

Ed's trainers beat the ground as he ran ahead of Beckett. The secret passages they had found earlier doing nothing to hide the sound of them heading towards the sound of gun fire. Beckett felt sick; knowing the woman who was to be his daughter's godmother was probably dead. He skidded to a halt as Ed stopped abruptly.

"We don't know it's Jan. We don't even know for certain she is in there." Ed reasoned. Beckett nodded. He knew his friend was right but he didn't believe in coincidences. Never had.

"True." He nodded. Looking up he saw a small window above the apparently impervious door. "One way to find out. Go on Spider-Man."

Ed rolled his eyes before climbing up to look through the impossibly small gap.

Xxxxxxx

"I don't like this." Alex paved the room as Ros nursed the baby. The tension rolled offher in waves. "The police can't help, Ed and Nick are risking their lives, Jan could be dead. And I'm stuck here."

"Calm down." Bethan snapped. "You, Alex Jordan are doing my box in." She kept her gaze on the screen as Alex shot her a filthy look. Ros seemed to ignore them as she nursed the baby discreetly in the corner of the office.

"What do you think? Eh Meg? Daddy and uncle Ed have gone to find Jan. She's your godmother by the way." Ros spoke to the newborn. "It seems the same psychotic murderer with delusional grandeur has got some lowlife to kidnap her. Not good." She watched as the baby seemed to listen. "So, now. Here's the thing. Your daddy and Ed seem to have a skill for getting themselves into trouble. I'm usually the one who gets out of it."

"Don't listen to her Meg." Alex paused. "Mum is just as bad at attracting trouble."

The baby ignored the adults, happily nursing as Ros held her. Bethan frowned.

"There's been gunshots fired in the prison. The place is on automatic lock down. Any suggestions?" She looked at both women, her Welsh accent more prominent now she was really worried. "Malcolm Wyn-Jones in Section D designed the security systems that the high security prisons use. I could talk to him, see if there is an override?"

"It might be a good idea." Ros decided. She wanted to cry. Her hormones were all over the place and she was terrified that she would lose the two most important men in her life in the same day she had become a mother. "See if he can help."

Xxxxxx

Jean Daniel stared at his victim as the blood oozed out around the carpet. The crimson liquid soaked into the white carpet beneath his feet.

"That was." Jean smirked. "Unexpected."

"Really?" Jan glared at him. "Doesn't everyone who crosses your path end up dead?"

"Only those who are no longer beneficial to my existence." He smiled, stepping towards her. "And you, Section Head Jan are more than useful at the moment."

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