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Harry ran a hand over his face as he thought about the man currently talking to Ros. He knew the whole situation was getting more and more unnerving as time went on. Peterson was a loose cannon. A lone wolf. The one thing every anti-terrorist organisation on the planet feared the most. It was one thing, dealing with the known groups such as ISIS and the IRA but it was another dealing with the single person with a grudge and access to weapons. He just hoped Ros and Tariq kept him on the phone long enough to get a location. He glanced at Malcolm who just shook his head slightly.
"Must be difficult." Ros stated. "You being so unwell. Brain tumour isn't it?"
She glanced across at Tariq who was holding up one hand, his fingers outstretched. "Last role of the dice? Right a few wrongs before you end up six foot under?"
The phone call ended as Ros swore. Ruth bit her lip, looking over at Catherine who seemed to be lost in her own world. Ros rested both hands on the desk in front of her, knowing they probably didn't have enough to find the man who seemed intent on revenge.
"Anything?" Harry asked as Adam and Zaf pulled their coats on. Neither man looked happy about the apparent lead.
"Its been scrambled through at least one matrix and a firewall." Tariq sighed. "Harry, I can see if I can untangle it, but it may be some time."
"Do it." Harry paused. "Anything to go on? We have Peterson in the cells downstairs. Who is pretending to be him?"
"Lewisham." Malcolm narrowed his eyes at the computer screen. "Can't narrow it down any more than that. Yet"
"Yet." Ros nodded once before marching out of the Grid with Lucas just behind her.
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Beth jogged up the steps as Will followed behind. The nausea in his gut had been building since he had left the flats. He knew that the body had been there for at least a month, the pathologists would know exactly but the thought of her being there, dead and alone. Not missed by work colleagues or family and friends made him feel more upset than he had thought possible.
"You ok?" Beth turned to him as they reached the third floor, relieved that they had decided to walk up to the Grid rather than get the lift.
"No." Will huffed as she raised an eyebrow.
"What is it? Never seen a corpse before?"
"I saw my grandfather. After he died. And my mum." Will sighed. "So, no seeing a body doesn't bother me. Just not seen one in that state."
"Sorry." Beth sighed.
"You think that'll happen to us?"
Beth raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Die alone and not be found for a month or more?"
"Will, don't." She sighed. "We are not going to end up like her. We aren't." She stepped towards him, suddenly remembering he was the newest member of the team. Beth squeezed his arm. "Its not going to be like that. I promise."
"You have Dimitri."
"And? You have your family. Malcolm and Sarah, Catherine. Harry is your godfather. You will not end up like that woman." She watched as he blinked back a tear before hugging him tightly. "We have your back. And you have ours, yeah? That won't happen to us." She kissed his cheek before releasing him. "Come on." She headed into the Grid as he wiped his eyes before following her.
"BETH!" Dimitri jogged towards her. "Come on."
"What?" She sprung round as Will headed to his desk. Tariq barely flinched as he threw himself into the chair beside him.
"Come on." He waited as she rolled her eyes before following him.
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Ros walked into the Interview Room as the man that had been detained earlier glared at her. She knew the man she had spoken to had been anyone else but the man she was currently appraising. Lucas leant against the wall of the interview room, arms folded as he watched his wife. Ros was always a formidable presence in the interviews but he knew that Peterson had got under her skin so many years earlier, very few people did.
"You some sort of witch? Being in two places at once?" She paused. "Because I know you are not able to access a phone in here yet I just spoke to you."
Peterson smirked.
"You set someone up to take the fall for you. Again." She sat opposite him, resting her elbows on the table between them. "You've got a history of that."
"Shot any coworkers yet?"
"Not this week." Ros answered. "It's still early."
Lucas tensed slightly, now knowing why she had originally wanted Adam with her. He was too close. He could barely stop himself from jumping across the table and throttling the man goading Ros. He knew it wouldn't do any good but he had to admit it was tempting. Ros smirked slightly as she watched Peterson.
"Who's your little minion? What's the point in protecting you?" She glared at him. "We know you are dying. Out for revenge. Your little friend knew nothing about brain tumours."
Peterson smirked.
"You finding this funny?"
"Yeah." Peterson smirked.
"Really?" Ros tilted her head. "Because I know something that will really get you smiling."
He shrugged his shoulder like a petulant teenager.
"You are going back to prison. To rot." Ros got to her feet. "There's no way you are getting out so you may as well tell us who your minion is." Ros grabbed his arm as he launched himself over the table towards her as Lucas jumped from his position at the wall. Ros hit the table as Peterson yanked his arm away, causing her to smash face first into the table. Lucas grabbed him, throwing him away from her as she fell to the floor.