Thanks, Jess, I always love to see your reviews! So, yeah, this was going to be the big Kirsty/Kit/Andrea confrontation but I had to split if up, it got too long...or maybe I just like leaving you on a cliffhanger. As I like to say, sorry, not sorry. :D

"Oh, God, this is about to split!" Andrea said, running to the door with the heavy plastic carrier bags. She opened the door and she and Sam rushed in, soaked to the skin, both laughing.

"Well at least you don't need to wash this veg now," Sam said, as the bag finally gave out and split, potatoes and carrots going all over the floor.

"Saves me a job," Andrea said, then glanced over at the sofa, where Smithy sat, head back, sleeping. She shared an 'aww' look with Sam and put the carrier bags on the table. "Let me get you a towel, dry off a bit. Tea?"

"Thanks," Sam said. "I'll boil the kettle."

Andrea went to get the towel from the bathroom and paused, crouching down to examine the white powder in the floor. Talcum powder, probably. Kirsty was never good at cleaning up after herself. She'd clean it up later. She went back out to the living area and gave Sam the towel.

"Thanks," she said, patting herself with the towel. "I think I'll need a boat to get back to Sun Hill at this rate."

"Well, they did forecast thunderstorms, as if we haven't had enough," Andrea said, and glanced at Smithy again. "I almost don't want to wake him. He's been exhausted. But he should eat something too."

She sat next to him and shook his shoulder gently.

"Smithy?"

He didn't stir and she shook him a bit harder. He still didn't stir. He wasn't usually this hard to wake; in fact, she considered him a pretty light sleeper.

"Sam! Sam, he won't wake up! Smithy? Smithy!"

Sam rushed over and felt his wrist, relieved to find a strong pulse.

"There's a pulse. Where's Kirsty?"

"Kirsty!" Andrea shouted but there was no reply.

She got up, stumbling and rushed to her spare room, flinging the door open. It was deserted, the bed unmade. Even though she could see she wasn't there, she took a step further in and something crunched under her foot. She looked down and saw the familiar brown medicine pot on the floor, now cracked from where she'd trodden in it. She picked it up with a trembling hand and felt her heart begin to pound. Temazepam, the one prescribed to her, had still been nearly full the last time she'd taken it the night she'd seen Kit. Now it was empty. She went back in to the sitting room where Sam was still with Smithy, her hand on his shoulder.

"He's stirred a bit," she said. "Maybe he's just exhausted."

"No," Andrea said and her voice didn't sound like her own. Sam looked up at her and she held out the bottle. "Temazepam. It was prescribed to me, months ago. I barely used it. It was full the last time I looked at it."

"And Kirsty?" Sam said, taking the bottle and meeting Andrea's eyes with the same impending sense of doom.

"Gone," Andrea whispered and looked at Smithy with welling eyes. "What's she done?"

That was obvious; Sam thought what Andrea had wanted to ask really was; why? But she had her suspicions, she'd had them since the first time she'd laid eyes on Kirsty; the woman was a lying liar who lied. She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialled an ambulance.

"Hi, this is DS Nixon from Sun Hill. I need an ambulance, now, to 21 Veronica Street…yes, 29 year old male, potential medication overdose…yes, it's Temazepam…no, no, not deliberate, he's been drugged…yes, we'll do that. Quick as you can, please." She shoved her phone back in her pocket and said; "Andrea, I need you to help me get him in the recovery position, just in case he's sick."

Andrea made herself move and together, she and Sam put him in the recovery position. Andrea sat on the floor beside him, holding his hand.

"Smithy, please say something," she pleaded, squeezing his fingers. His eyes flickered and he squeezed her hand back. He mumbled something she couldn't understand. She shook his shoulder again. "Smithy? Say that again, I can't understand you."

Smithy's mouth felt as if it'd been stuffed with cotton wool, his head was spinning. But he'd heard Kirsty, on the phone to Kit. He had to tell her.

"Kirsty…" he said, the word coming out slurred.

"Where is she? Do you know where she went?"

"Kirsty…on phone," he said, feeling the drug dragging him back into unconsciousness. "…to Kit…"

"What? Smithy?"

Andrea squeezed his hand but he didn't reply. She looked up at Sam in horror but found she didn't look remotely shocked. In fact, she had a bit more of an expression that told her she'd been expecting something like this to happen. They heard the ambulance sirens approaching and Sam rushed to let the paramedics in. She looked at Smithy's hand, limp in hers, until Sam pulled her away to let the paramedics see to him.

"What's his name?" asked one, shining a light into his eyes. To his colleague, he added; "both pupils equal and reactive."

"Dale Smith," Sam said, her arm tight around Andrea's trembling shoulders.

"Hello, Dale, my name's Chris, I'm a paramedic. Can you hear me at all?"

Smithy gave no sign he had.

"Good job getting him in recovery position. The dispatcher said he'd been drugged with Temazepam. Any idea how many?"

"Andrea?" Sam said

She shook her head helplessly and said; "it was nearly full when I last used it. I think I'd been given a month's supply and I only took it twice, max, three times. There were maybe twenty-six left."

"I'll get a line in," said Chris, and added to his colleague, "We need flumazenil. Quickly."

The second paramedic got up and rushed to door, then said impatiently; "mate, this is an emergency, you need to move."

Andrea, Sam and Chris turned to the door to see who he was talking to. Andrea's heart sank as she saw Kit surveying the scene coldly, his bulky frame blocking the door, and he clearly had no intention of moving. He looked at Andrea coolly and beside her, Sam slid her phone from her pocket.

"Don't even think about it, blondie," he said, and brought his hand in front of him in which he held a metal bar. "Nobody has to get hurt."

"Where's Kirsty?" Andrea demanded.

"Shot herself in the foot," he said. "So to speak. Shame. We were having such an interesting reunion too. Why don't you come and join us?"

Andrea looked at the crowbar and thought again about Bruce. Sickness washed over her and she dreaded to think about what had happened to Kirsty.

"I said she shot herself," he said, seeing her looking at it. "Never was that bright, was she? Trying to screw me over, again."

"Why don't you tell us about it?"

Kit sneered at Sam. "What, trying to stall me? Do I look stupid, blondie?" To Andrea, he said, "so, lover boy needs treatment? Come with me. Catch up. And nobody else gets hurt."

"Mr Maynard…"

Sam and Andrea both screamed; the paramedic yelled in pain as Kit swung the bar, hitting him in the head. He fell to the floor, blood pouring from the back of his head, moaning. Kit pointed the bar directly at Sam.

"You cops never know when to shut up, do you? What'll it be then, Andrea? A catch up, or another death on your conscience?"

Andrea took a shaky step forwards; Sam caught her arm.

"Andrea!"

"Just do what he says, Sam. I'll be fine."

Andrea's voice didn't shake as she crossed the room to Kit, the twelve steps seeming to take her forever. He grabbed her arm, jerking her to his chest, wrapping his arm around her throat. He was quite a bit taller than her and she struggled on her toes to be able to breathe.

"You're strangling her!" Sam said.

"Your phone," Kit said in Andrea's ear. "Throw it down."

She did as he said without protest and he dragged her back, the arm holding the crowbar wrapped around her waist. Before he disappeared he looked at Sam.

"Blondie, you'll find that backstabbing bitch across the road. Number eighteen. You might need another ambulance though, and when you talk to her…you tell her from me; she was warned. If I see you step out of this door before we go…" he tightened his arm around Andrea's throat, lifting her so her toes couldn't touch the floor. "I'll break her neck."

"Okay, okay," Sam said, holding up her hands, her eyes widening as Andrea struggled for breath. "Just…don't hurt her, Kit. Whatever Kirsty's done, Andrea's innocent of it. Maybe we can help."

"I doubt it," he sneered. "But thanks anyway."

Without another word, he dragged Andrea out. Sam ran to the other paramedic, kneeling by his side.

"Andy?" Chris shouted. "Is he okay?"

"He's alive," Sam said and peered out of the door as far as she dared to see Kit force Andrea into the back of a black car. She glimpsed the registration as the car drove away and pulled out her phone, hissing at Chris; "get whatever you need from the ambulance, and call for more help. Now!""

Chris ran from the house and to the ambulance where she could see him grab a radio not dissimilar to one the police had. She patted Andy's shoulder.

"You'll be okay, just hang on in there. Help's coming," she said and rose, running from the house across the road, calling Gina.

"Where on earth are you?" Gina said, bypassing a greeting. "Surely you can't still be talking her into seeing your friend?"

"Gina, listen! He's taken her. Kit. He's taken Andrea."

"What? When? How?"

"Just now, and he had a crowbar and attacked a paramedic to answer the 'how.' Threatened to break her neck if I followed," Sam said, stopping outside number eighteen. "I saw the registration though, CR52 RM."

"And what about Kirsty and Smithy?"

"Something else is going on," Sam said grimly. "Andrea and I got back to find Smithy drugged up to his eyeballs on Temazepam and Kirsty gone. We called the ambulance and Kit ambushed us. Told Andrea to come with him and nobody would get hurt. Swung a crowbar into the paramedic's head to make his point."

"And Kirsty? He's taken her too?"

"No," Sam said, stepping through the door of number eighteen. "It was her who drugged Smithy. He said something about her being on the phone to Kit. I knew she couldn't be trusted."

"So where is she?"

"That's what I'm about to find out," said Sam. "Before he left, Kit told me she was at number eighteen. Opposite Andrea's."

Gina went quiet down the line, then said; "what, he's been across the road all this time?"

"It seems so," Sam said, then shouted, "Kirsty! It's DS Nixon!"

"Sam," Gina said, and Sam heard her moving around in the background. "I'll get a team together and we'll be there as soon as we can. What were the details of the car? I'll get Dean to circulate it."

Sam gave the details, then rang off, walking cautiously through the house. Even though she'd seen Kit drive away with her own two eyes, she didn't trust that he wouldn't have an evil double hiding somewhere. She found Kirsty quickly, slumped on the floor of the sitting room and ran to her.

"Kirsty? Kirsty, can you hear me?"

Kirsty emitted a low groan but gave no other response. Sam clocked the wine glass smashed on the floor and could see the remains of the crushed tablets. Well, Kit had said she'd shot herself in the food; she'd really been stupid enough to try to drug him instead of just telling her where Kit was? She wasn't telling the whole truth about their time in Venezuela and there was no way Sam would let her get away with her deception. She moved her into recovery position and heard the sirens of the approaching reinforcements. Shortly thereafter, she heard footsteps run into the property.

"Sam!" Okaro shouted.

One would think most superintendents sat behind their desks and barked orders, but not Adam Okaro, especially when one of his own officers was in any way harmed.

"In here!" she shouted. "We need a paramedic! Get help!"

"PC Kent, now!"

"Sir," Gabriel said and ran out as Okaro ran to join Sam where she sat with her hand on Kirsty's shoulder.

"Has she come around?"

"No, just groaned a little."

"What happened? What did he do?"

"Just what she did to Smithy," she said and nodded at the broken glass. "He said she'd shot herself in the foot. I think she came here hoping to drug him. He must've switched the glasses."

"And Andrea?"

"She went with Kit," Sam said. "He told her she'd have another death on her conscience if she didn't. Made her leave her phone, we can't trace it. I did try to stop her, Adam!"

"Don't worry," he said firmly. "Andrea's a smart girl. She's not the same person she was back then. She's older and stronger."

The two got out of the way as the paramedics burst into the room, followed by Gabriel. Sam stood silently, watching the paramedic slide a drip into Kirsty's hand. She didn't even flinch.

"She's not told us everything, Adam," she said. "There's more to this than we know. If this was really just about what happened at the waterfall, Andrea having an abortion, why go to all these lengths, hurt so many people?"

"What else could have happened?"

"In Andrea's initial interview, she said Kit had told her he was framed for dealing in South America. That's why he was jailed."

"You're surely not saying you believe him?"

"No," Sam said, staring as the paramedics lifted Kirsty onto a trolley, still on her side. "But I'm beginning to wonder if he was in it solo."

"What, you think…"

"Think about it, Adam. If you'd spent seven years behind bars when someone else was in it up to their neck, wouldn't you want revenge? Kirsty said she reported him to get him out of her and Andrea's lives, but all they had to go was go back home problem solved. But if she threw him under the bus to save her own skin…"

Okaro's mouth set into a grim line.

"Then let's hope she receives prompt treatment," he said. "Before someone else pays the price for her foolishness."

They'd been driving for nearly an hour before Kit had stopped the car somewhere on the outskirts of London and they now sat in a wooded area she didn't recognise, Andrea unsure Kit had even thought anything through; from the drumming of his hands on the wheel, he was edgy and that made him even more dangerous. He met her stony gaze in the mirror.

"Bet you wish you'd never met her, huh? Your pal, Kirsty?"

"She's not the one I wish I'd never met."

"That's not very nice."

Andrea's lip curled. "Glass houses, Kit."

"You could have stayed," he said, his hands gripping the wheel. "With me, in South America. We would have been happy, with our child. Maybe we would have had more children."

"Be real, Kit," Andrea said. "It was a holiday romance, and one I bitterly regret. You'd get angry and you'd lash out. Do you really think that's a life I wanted to live? Tied to someone who spread poison everywhere for a living?"

He laughed but not in a sarcastic way, more like he thought what she said was actually funny. Taking something from the glove compartment, he opened his door and got out, getting in beside her instead, still laughing.

"Still the eternal innocent," he said. "You really didn't have a clue, do you?"

"Well, why don't you put me out of my ignorance?" she said, trying to keep her voice bored.

"Nah, I'll keep you guessing for a little longer," he said, and took the items he'd gotten from the glove compartment, a vial and a syringe, from his pocket. "Though," he said, stabbing the syringe into the lid of the vial, drawing out the liquid, "I'll tell you something; those paramedics need to be a bit more careful of what they leave in plain sight."

Andrea's eyes rounded as she stared at the syringe. She didn't like needles at the best of times, and especially when she had no idea what was in it. She dove for the door and frantically yanked at the handle, to no avail. The door remained locked.

"Child lock," Kit said. "Didn't I say I was hoping you'd still be waiting with our child? Can't say I wouldn't be a responsible father."

He grabbed her then and she fought as he bought the syringe closer to her arm, succeeding in knocking it out of his hand. His lips curled into a snarl and he punched her hard in the face, and slammed her head into the window.

"You couldn't just play nicely, could you?" he said, retrieving the syringe as she put a hand to her throbbing head.

Andrea yelped as she felt the sharp pain of the syringe pierce her flesh, and he depressed the plunger. It could only have been a matter of seconds before she felt detached, and as if she was floating. His face swam before her eyes and she blinked, trying to bring it into focus. He leant in close, his breath tickling her face.

"You have sweet dreams," he said, his voice echoing, as if he was shouting down a long tunnel. "When you wake up, we'll all be reunited. Then you can hear the truth from the guest of honour yourself."

It was dragging her under, whatever he'd given her, and she felt him yank her arms behind her, securing them with a zip tie. The last person she thought of was Smithy, wishing, praying, and hoping he was okay.

Okaro stepped into the cubical where Gina sat by Smithy's side. He'd been given a drug to counteract the Temazepam and sat up quickly, Gina jumping up to steady him as he lurched to the side.

"Andrea?" he said, his head buzzing.

Okaro shook his head. "Sorry, Smithy, no sign. We found the car Sam saw them leave in abandoned in Raven's Wood, just outside of London. They were long gone."

"But?" Gina said, picking up on Okaro's tone. She knew the man well enough to know he had something else to say.

"The paramedic who attended the scene said a drug was missing from the ambulance. We found the vial and syringe in the car. Ketamine."

The thought of Andrea, drugged, unconscious, and helpless and at the mercy of Kit filled him with terror.

"But if he drugged her in the car, they can't have gone far," Gina said reasonably, her hand on Smithy's shoulder. "That place is a rambling forest."

"It appears he stole another car," he said. "We found the groundsman injured not far from the car, his own car keys were missing. He didn't see who hit him, but I think it's a foregone conclusion."

"I need to go," Smithy said. "I need to find her."

He got out of the bed, but his legs wouldn't support his weight, and he fell back down onto the bed, angry tears in his eyes.

"Smithy, people are looking," he said. "I've even got Barton and Spicer Street stations to be on the lookout

"Where is she?" he snarled. "Kirsty. Where is she? I heard her on the phone to that animal. She knows what all this is about; she always has."

"We know," Okaro said. "But the effects of the Temazepam haven't quite worn off her yet. It seems she took a larger dose than you."

"My heart bleeds," Smithy sneered. "She must've thought she was so clever, making me a tea, all nice as pie, disgusting it was. 'I don't usually make it for people who have sugar.' I should have known something was up then."

"Smithy, we know," Gina said. "Kit said to Sam before he left with Andrea; to give Kirsty the message that she was warned. Andrea went with him willingly."

"Wouldn't you?" he said. "He killed two people and buried a crowbar into a paramedic's head in front of her, threatening to do more if she didn't. I've been with her nearly every minute since that monster came back into her life. She's terrified of him. No matter what you think of her…"

"What we think doesn't enter the equation, Smithy," Okaro said. "Do you think we're not as disappointed as she must be that she didn't consider a police career to begin with?"

"Yeah, well, get in the queue," Smithy said

"Look, you said you heard Kirsty on the phone to Kit, what did she say?"

He shook his head helplessly and said; "I was struggling to stay awake, I can't really…it was definitely him though, she said his name." Smithy's eyes narrowed as he thought. "I think he might have known I was there, she said something about 'taking care of him.' That could only have been me she was talking about."

"He…did know you were there, Smithy," Okaro said. "He's been in the flat opposite the whole time, that's how he's been following them."

"Figures," he said, straining his memory. "I remember, she asked where she could find him and whatever he said…she looked like she'd been zapped with a stun gun. Then she left. The next thing I remember is Andrea shaking me, trying to wake me up." He looked up at them both angrily. "So, she was stupid enough to try and drug him too? Where is she? I'm getting the truth from her if I have to shake it out of her."

"You can't Smithy," Gina said, "Anything she might say when she's still drugged up to her eyeballs is inadmissible and you know that. Anyway…" she glanced at Okaro. "Sam has a fair idea."

And Sam's fair ideas where usually bang on the money. Smithy's eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"She thinks Kirsty might have had a hand in the dealing with Kit," she said. "And threw him under the bus to save her own skin."

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Spineless, selfish, and doesn't care who gets hurt as long as it's not her. No wonder she tried to run."

"That's only Sam's theory, Smithy."

"And when is she wrong?" Smithy said. "Remember, when she said that Hugh was tugging the puppet strings with her daughter, and nobody listened? She wasn't wrong, was she?"

"That's as may be, Smithy, but we still can't talk to her until she's declared fit for questioning."

"I can't," Smithy said, his voice cracking. "I can't just sit here, waiting. I have to do something. He could be doing anything to her."

He didn't even care that his two senior officers were seeing him cry, just let the tears run down his face. Gina put a hand on his arm.

"We are doing all we can, we've got all available officers looking out for the stolen car, full descriptions on both Andrea and Kit. And don't hate me for saying this, but Andrea's manipulative enough herself…and I don't mean that in a bad way," she said as Smithy's mouth opened furiously. "I just mean that she knows how to handle herself, think on her feet."

Smithy shook his head and said; "he'll see it coming, and we'll find her with a crowbar in her head."

"Smithy," Gina said. "If this really is all about Kirsty, he's going to want her, too. This is him playing games, wanting her to feel the fear, and us too. If he had used that ketamine on her, he's done it to subdue her and buy himself some more time."

"I can't stay here, Gina, I can't."

"Then you'll come home with me, or" she said, then added as he opened his mouth, she was sure, to argue, "I'll have them declare you unfit for release until next Christmas, my boy. It's your choice. Come on. At least with me, you know I'll tell you as soon as I know anything."

He nodded, weary, and said; "can we get the cat?"

"Already done," she said and despite her disgruntled tone, he thought he heard an underlying affection. "Andrea's house is still a crime scene, so that fleabag is roaming my flat as we speak."

He nodded and swallowed hard. "I won't relax. You know that."

"Yeah, so I suppose that makes two of us," she said. "But at least we'll keep each other company. I'll see about getting you discharged."

She left, leaving Okaro with Smithy. Okaro sat on the end of Smithy's bed.

"I know you're worried," he said. "And believe me, we all are as well. None of us think Andrea deserves this, especially if this is all about something Kirsty might have done ten years ago. Perhaps this was always going to catch up with her, expose or not."

"Believe me, she did it," he said. "I knew, from the moment I saw her she couldn't be trusted."

"And you do realise that anything that she may have done in Venezuela, we have no jurisdiction over."

"Well it's just was well that perverting the course of justice and covert administration of medicines is a thing in this country," he said shortly. "I want her charged for what she did to me, and you can tell Sam that if she doesn't get the truth out of her, I will, and if it comes to that, I won't be responsible for my actions."

"Smithy, I know the loss of PC Young hit you hard…"

"And that's why I can't lose Andrea too," he said. "Especially if she's just collateral damage for a coward like Kirsty."

"You have my word," Okaro said. "We'll do everything we can to find Andrea and bring her some safe. Look, I have to get back to the station, but I'll call by Gina's later; let you know how we're getting on."

Okaro clapped Smithy's shoulder and left. Cold suddenly, Smithy wrapped the blanket around himself, unsure if it was the freezing ward or the thought of Andrea, again helpless at Kit's mercy, making him shiver. He thought of the smiling face, the last time he'd seen her that day, determined to see it again.

"Just hold on," he said. "I'm coming."