Thanks, Jess for your reviews! So this chapter ended up being a lot longer than intended, too, but this time, I decided to leave it as it was; I think I've made you wait quite long enough for the climax of the story! Enjoy!

Gina heard Tony's voice over the radio but didn't believe she'd understood correctly the first time. She slowed her pursuit of Rachel Shaw, who was running through the hospital, quite aimlessly, screaming for someone to talk to her, whilst her entourage of protesters continued to run riot in the hospital. She pulled her radio to her mouth.

"759 from Sierra Oscar 1, please repeat that last message?" There was silence and she spoke into the radio again, more urgently. "Tony, come in!"

"Ma'am," Tony said, and over his voice, she heard the shouts of the protesters in the background. "The ward was stormed with protesters, they surrounded me. Maynard's absconded, I couldn't stop him! Hey! Hey, stop that now!"

"Tony?" Gina said.

"Ma'am, a member of staff has been assaulted, assistance required."

"You and the rest of the hospital, Tony! We need to secure the hospital, stop him from leaving! Why wasn't the man cuffed to the bed?"

"I wanted to Ma'am, but the consultant refused to allow it in case his condition worsened," Tony said resentfully, "or believe me, he would have been. Ma'am, if he's not aiming to leave the hospital…"

Andrea. Gina closed her eyes, as if that man hadn't traumatised her enough. And Kirsty, too. Well, this was all her own doing, but she still was bound to protect the stupid little girl.

"Tony, stay where you are, I'll try and send more help. I'll see Andrea and Kirsty are safe."

"Yes Ma'am," he said and shouted again for someone to stop.

Gina looked around for someone who wasn't overcome with protesters, but all of her officers were dealing with several at a time; they were desperately outnumbered, even though she'd called for backup a long time ago, it was yet to materialise. She looked at the map of the hospital on the wall. Kirsty's ward was nearest, she'd have to start there.

Andrea didn't lock her back door. The cops talked openly about things they shouldn't. The paramedics didn't bother to lock their ambulance, leaving their medical contents as a free for all. And now, the careless hospital staff didn't look after their hospital passes; well that could have been because of the protesters, but either way, it worked in his favour. Kit looked at his reflection in the mirror; maybe he should have been a doctor, the blue scrubs suited him. Oh well, maybe in his next life. A face mask and surgeon's hat completed the disguise, only someone who knew his face really well might look twice at him. There was a stethoscope hanging on one of the rails and he put it around his neck. There, the perfect doctor, and with all those people running riot, nobody would look twice at him whilst he sought out his prey. He put a hand in the pocket of his scrubs and curled his fingers around the scalpel in there. These people, he thought, they really should be more careful.

Andrea leant on the banister, holding her thudding head. The ward had been stormed by a mob for a reason she wasn't sure of; she just knew that they had, shouting at staff, accusing them of being 'murderers' among more colourful things and proceeded to obliterate the ward. Security had followed shortly afterwards and were trying to contain it, but looked to be fighting a losing battle. She'd taken the chance to slip out, but at the top of the stairs, with a sore head and wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital gown, whilst having no idea what the commotion was all about, she felt especially vulnerable. What on earth was she doing? She didn't even know what ward Kirsty was on, though she was sure she was still here, given Smithy and Sam said she'd likely be arrested and charged after she was released from hospital, and that can't have happened already, as all the trouble here appeared to have kicked off shortly after they'd both left. Just for once though, she wanted to hear the truth from Kirsty's mouth, though maybe she'd let her sweat a bit before revealing she already knew about her and Kit. Would serve her right for once, to be the one in the dark. She made her way down the staircase and peered through the glass door on the landing and blinked. It was the same here as it was upstairs; utter bedlam. What on earth was going on? She stumbled back in alarm as a group of people came charging towards her, tripped and fell as they came through the door. She hit her head on the wall and pain exploded. Three of the group ran past her without looking back, but two stopped and went to her, hand on her elbow.

"Are you okay?"

The words were distorted, but she was sure that was what they'd said. She wanted to snarl something snarky, asking if she looked it, and what the hell were they playing at, but she didn't. At least they stopped and that was more than the other three had done. She nodded, the move doing nothing to help her pained head, and held onto the wall as they helped her up. She saw the two turn to each other through her unclear vision, their expressions uncertain, as if they'd just realised what it was they'd got themselves involved in when someone got hurt.

"Should we get help?"

"You should get out of here, before security come!"

The two, who Andrea didn't think could even be in their twenties, jumped at the barked voice echoing up the stairwell and ran past the figure in blue ascending the staircase. Andrea wondered for a moment who was walking around in a facemask and hat when all this mayhem was going on, then they got closer, she saw the eyes and she knew instantly; this was no member of medical staff. She made for the door and he grabbed her in a bear hug, dragging her to the staircase going up.

"We keep meeting like this," he said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say we were…destined."

"Let me go!"

She yelped as he gripped her wrists, digging his fingers in spitefully as he crossed her arms over her body.

"Blondie said you were in your sick bed with a brain injury," he said. "So what're you doing wandering the corridors, huh? Looking for Kirsty? Funny that, so was I. Maybe we should look for her together, what do you say?"

From the tone of his voice, he didn't plan to do anything good when he did find her, not that Andrea thought he had anything good in store for her either. He laughed as she struggled to break free from his hold, as he dragged her up the staircase. The door opened again and Andrea's heart sank as the person she least wanted to see walked into sight; Gabriel. He caught sight of the two of them, and stopped dead, one foot on the stairs, a blank expression on his face. She fully expected him to turn and walk straight back the way he came from, but he didn't.

"Let her go, Maynard, now!"

She heard the command in his voice, but was sure it was only for show for Kit's benefit, she might consider him a manipulative, evil piece of work, but she knew the one thing that really mattered to him was his job; and knew he was aware of that. It was why he'd been so worried when she'd been digging into him, in case she found something that would destroy that, and letting a dangerous criminal drag her off would certainly do that. He took a step further up, stopping when Kit put his hand in his pocket and brought out the scalpel.

"You were saying, copper?" he said, putting the sharp blade to Andrea's neck. "Come any closer and I'll slit her throat right here and now."

He backed the few stairs down and lost his footing at the bottom, making Kit laugh as he regained his balance. Andrea, though, saw what he did, so quickly, she thought she would have missed it if she'd blinked; he'd pressed the red emergency button on his radio. She knew what it would do; activate the microphone and broadcast anything they were saying to anyone whose radio was on.

"She's sick, she needs to be in bed."

"She'll need a lot more than bedrest if you don't back off now," Kit said, and Andrea's eyes watered in pain as he dragged the blade across her skin, and even though he'd done so lightly, she still felt the sting and the blood oozing from her broken skin.

"Just do what he says," Andrea said, surprised at the strength in her tone. Kit laughed.

"You know, that's the second time you've said that in the last few days, but then you always were a fast learner. What about this guy then, Andrea, huh? One of the good ones is he, or just a snake like most of them?"

Andrea met Gabriel's icy eyes, but both were spared answering when the door burst open behind him and Sam ran into sight, closely followed by Gina. Kit's face twisted into a snarl.

"You know, I'm starting to get sick of the sight of the pair of you," he said, pointing the scalpel at them.

"Let her go," Gina said.

"Not happening, Dragon Lady," he said. "We want to see Kirsty. I haven't quite finished catching up with her, and Andrea…well, I think you just want to be taken out of the dark, don't you?"

He hauled her further up the stairs, pressing the scalpel against her throat in a clear warning not to follow.

"We're going to check out the sights on the roof," he said. "Don't keep me waiting too long, or someone's going to be finding the fast way down. And just a hint for you, it won't be me."

Kirsty listened to the voices over the radio, her face growing steadily paler, and when she heard Kit say they were going to the roof, her eyes bulged as she met the eyes of the officer who'd been left with her.

"Don't even think about it," said the officer, who she remembered had introduced himself, rather acidly, as DC Perkins. "We have specially trained negotiators."

Kirsty laughed. "What, you think he's going to happily wait for them, have a cosy little chat? You don't know him; he'll throw her off without a second thought."

"You being there is going to escalate the situation, it won't do it any good!"

"He wants me," Kirsty said. "Not her, this is about me and what I did. Please, don't let him hurt her."

"He wants both of you," Terry said. "How do you know he won't throw her off the minute you get there anyway, wasn't that exactly what he threatened to do? Kill her and make you watch? That's what he wants you there for Kirsty; to do exactly that, then probably throw you after her."

Kirsty felt sick as she sank back down onto her bed. How had it all come to this? She had been waiting to be picked up when all the chaos – whatever was going on, nobody really seemed to know – had kicked off. The Inspector had come charging into her room, but had looked immensely relieved to see her still there, as if she'd expected her to have done a runner, but then she probably had. She'd panicked then, thinking it was Andrea, but the Inspector had then said what had made her blood run cold; Kit was missing, he'd escaped the watch of the officer watching him when the chaos had broken out on the ward he was on

"Andrea?" Kirsty had said, her eyes wide with fright. "Is she safe?"

Gina assured her she would check and to try to not worry, because Kit would have no way of knowing what ward she was on, certainly nobody would have told him, but then they'd both heard the voices over the radios; Andrea's, Kit's and an officer. Gina had ran straight away, leaving her with the officer. The ruckus was still going on all around her but the sounds were muted. She let the tears trickle down her face as she thought back to every mistake she'd ever made in her life, not starting with Kit, but it sure as hell had been her biggest. Taking drugs with Kit when they were in South America had been a thrill, both of them laughing together at how stringent Andrea had been about drugs, she'd thought at the time her self-righteous, but she'd been the one with the willpower, even with it going on all around her, that was why she and Kit as well had never tried to persuade her to take any.

It was true she had fancied Kit when she'd first met him, she'd always been thrilled by a bad boy, which was why she'd been to surprised when Andrea had been drawn towards him as well, she'd never been one to be interested in someone like him, though she knew he hid his twisted side under a charismatic persona. She should have told Andrea sooner, much sooner, about everything, but she'd been terrified of losing her, though at the same time, she'd still wanted the thrill of Kit and all he had to offer, what some might call having your cake and eating it. Now he was going to do what he'd threatened, and it was all down to her stupidity. She and Terry both jumped as a chair came hurtling towards them, narrowly missing Terry. He whipped in the direction it had come from, his face contorted in rage.

"Oi!" he bellowed, and ran out of sight.

Kirsty jumped up to follow and peered around the curtains. She blinked at the crowd of people shouting and yelling, pushing and shoving hospital staff, and Terry in a one-officer fight to keep it under control. This was her chance, she had to put things right. She ran, weaving through the people, and out of the doors, hearing Terry shout after her. If she saw an officer, she'd send help. First, she had to undo the damage she'd done ten years ago before it destroyed more lives.

Smithy arrived back at the hospital after getting a few hours' sleep and blinked at the scene before him, wondering if the concussion was still affecting him. when he'd left, there had been a noisy, yet contained protest going on, just like Andrea had described, but now even without stepping through the doors of St Hugh's, he could see it had escalated; cars were destroyed, hospital walls vandalised with spray paint, and people being hauled out by his fellow officers and into vans. He made for the doors, and a beefy security guard blocked his way.

"Sorry," he said. "Nobody is to enter, it's not safe."

"But I need to see my g… my friend. She's not well."

"This is a hospital, mate," said the guard with a hint of condescending in his tone. "Nobody is."

Smithy glared and said, "Here, look."

The guard glanced at the warrant card he produced, then flicked his eyes back to his face and asked; "you're currently on duty, Sergeant?"

Smithy clenched his teeth as the guard ran his eyes over his very obviously not uniform attire and said, "No, but…"

"Then I'm sorry, but you're not to enter, not until the situation here is under control."

"Well, what is the situation?"

"A protest getting way out of hand," he said. "Shame your friends couldn't have contained it sooner."

He turned away as a voice spoke over his radio and Smithy stepped back, then turned at a voice at his shoulder.

"Smithy?"

It was Angus, carrying a huge bunch of flowers and a bulging bag, his own eyes wide as he surveyed the utter carnage around him.

"What's happened?"

"Some protest got out of hand apparently," he said, crossing his arms. "They won't let me in."

He met Angus' worried eyes and said; "she was okay this morning, still being sick, but she hadn't gotten any worse."

"On the roof?" said the security guard, and they both turned to him as he looked up, backing up to see more clearly. They both mirrored his move and Smithy felt his stomach drop. He could see, even from down here, the two figures on the hospital roof, and even though he was all the way on the ground, there was no mistaking the tall figure with messy dark hair or the smaller, frailer one wearing a hospital gown.

"No, no!"

He made for the doors in panic, Angus close behind him. The security guard ran in front, blocking their way, speaking into his radio.

"Yes, I have eyeball on two figures, east side, on the roof," he said, ushering Smithy and Angus away. "I said no entry, get back!"

"That's my friend!" Smithy said. "And that man is dangerous, I need to go to her!"

"Inspector Gold has ordered nobody enters, Sergeant, you're not going into the building!"

Glaring at the guard, Smithy turned to Angus, who was staring up at the figures on the roof, a mixture of rage and alarm on his face. The hand holding the flowers fell limply to his side and he met Smithy's eyes.

"I thought he was under guard, how did he get away?"

"I don't know, but he's not getting away, Angus, even if I have to go up there myself," he said and turned back to the security guard. "Look, will you just tell Inspector Gold that Sergeant Smith is out here? Please? Tell her I request permission to enter."

Maybe it was the pleading tone in his voice, or he could just see how desperate he was, for the security guard relented, nodding and turned away to speak into his radio. He listened for a moment, then beckoned Smithy forwards.

"Your Inspector grants permission, Sergeant, my colleague will show you where to go."

He saw Angus follow and opened his mouth to tell him he had to stay outside and Smithy cut across him, saying; "he's with me."

"Your Inspector…"

"Don't worry, I'll take the dragon's flames, leave her to me. But he's coming with me."

His tone was final, warning there were to be no arguments, and the guard nodded wearily, standing aside to let them both in. Smithy and Angus followed she second security guard, jogging to keep up with him.

"Thanks for that," Angus said. "I would have driven myself crazy out there."

"I think that's something you and I have in common," Smithy said, giving him a tight smile. "He's not getting away with it, Angus. No matter what happens, I'll make sure of that."

Andrea wondered if it really was as cold as she felt, or if it was true that being utterly terrified really did make you feel cold. Then, she was just wearing the hospital gown, so that could be it as well. Kit's arm was still wrapped around her body in a vice grip, the sharp scalpel still at her throat.

"I think she's done a runner," he said in her ear. "Again. You can almost set your watch by it, can't you?"

Andrea's head pounded with Kit's words, trying to make sense of them. Surely this couldn't be just about her scoring drugs from him, why would he be so angry about something that made him money? Of course, it was now obvious that Kirsty had known about Kit's dealing way before Andrea herself ever had, was that what he was so angry about? He thought she'd set it up to ruin his relationship with Andrea, by having them 'catch him' dealing, when Kirsty knew he would be? Andrea wasn't sure what it would take for him to get it through his head; their relationship wouldn't have lasted, even if he hadn't been a drug dealer, he was still twisted and evil.

"Please, Kit, I need to sit down. I feel dizzy."

"Tough," he said, tightening his arm around her. "I've been waiting ten years for this, I've waited long enough."

"They're not going to give you what you want just because you demand it!"

"We'll see about that," he said, and pulled her further backwards, her bare feet scrambling, scraping against the gravel. "I guess they're watching, Andrea. We're getting closer; their time is running out and so is yours."

Smithy and Angus were taken by the security guard all the way to the top floor of the hospital. Smithy barely recognised the building around him, it had been all but destroyed, though it seemed that the riot had been gotten under control. Gina was standing at the bottom of a stairwell with a group of the officers, and saw Smithy coming, and catching the determined look on his face, immediately moved to block his way.

"Smithy! Smithy, no!"

"Get out of my way, Gina, I'm getting that animal away from her if I have to throw him off the roof myself."

"That animal has her on the edge with a scalpel to her throat, Smithy, he sees you coming and he'll slit her throat before you get anywhere near him! You need to calm down!" She looked past his shoulder at Angus, and looked at Smithy in a question.

"I couldn't leave him outside," Smithy said. "Kit murdered his brother, he deserves to know what's going on."

"I'll stay out of the way, Inspector," Angus said. "Like Smithy said, I just need to know what's going on."

"Then please see that you do stay out of the way, Mr Malcolm, or I'll have to have you removed. You will do as my officers say, when they say, without question, or I will have to have you removed. Are we understood?"

"Perfectly," Angus said. "Thank you. Is she okay? Has he hurt her?"

"Not as far as we can tell, at least not badly. I tried to do a voice contact, but he was having none of it; said if anyone other than Kirsty went up there, he'd throw her off."

"So, what can you do? Are you getting Kirsty here?"

Gina went to answer, then her eyes hardened. Smithy and Angus turned to see Kirsty coming towards them, and though Angus hadn't met her before, Smithy could see that he'd deduced pretty quickly who she was, and his mouth set in a hard, angry line.

"I told you to stay on the ward," Gina said sharply.

"Those protesters, they forced their way in," she said. "And I heard, over the radio, I heard what he said. You need to let me up there. You need to let me speak to him."

"We have hostage negotiators and armed response on the way, we will decided with them how to proceed Kirsty."

Kirsty gave a hollow laugh and said; "if he sees them coming, he will throw her off, there's no maybe about it, and the longer you keep him waiting, the more dangerous he is. He won't listen to the police." Kirsty jutted her chin. "And I think you know that."

"And what's your plan? To give him Temazepam laced wine again?"

"No," Kirsty said, her cheeks flaming. "To finally own what I did back then. He wants me, not her."

"He won't let her go, Kirsty, he's been threatening you with her all this time, how do you know he won't just slit her throat in front of you the moment you walk out there?"

"Look, I have a better chance than you do, and if he gets so much as a sniff of your armed officers, that's exactly what he'll do. You can't reason with Kit, he won't let her go on your orders, but he might if he gets me." Kirsty raised her eyes to the ceiling. "We're running out of time, Inspector. You know he won't just come down."

"Our armed response teams are very discreet, they can be stationed out of sight…"

"Are you listening?" Kirsty hissed, and the Inspector drew back in surprise. "He will not be reasoned with. He attacked a paramedic in front of Sam when she tried, remember? If I go out there, I can at least distract him, keep him talking. Please, let me try and right my wrongs."

Gina looked at Smithy as if asking for his approval. He sighed in frustration, and shrugged, knowing that Kirsty was right that Kit wouldn't be negotiated with, especially not if he went charging up there. He'd probably gladly slit Andrea's throat in front of him

"Do you think he'll be wary of you having your phone on you? Will he demand you give it to him?"

"What, you think he cares who hears what we say?"

"Then I'll call you. Put your phone on loudspeaker, and keep it in your pocket. We need to hear what's going on. I'll call you now, and if you even think about disconnecting on the way up there…"

"I won't," Kirsty said, accepting Gina's call and putting it in her jeans pocket. "I've let Andrea down one too many times. It's time I stopped."

"I'll believe that when I see it, Kirsty. You keep him talking, for as long as you can, whilst our officers get stationed. Try to get him to let her go."

"He won't," Kirsty said, and her eyes flicked to Smithy. "I'll try, but he won't. I'm sorry."

She sounded like she really meant the apology.

"I just need her back," he said. "Do whatever you have to. Please."

She nodded and followed Gina to the stairwell which led to the roof and the two ascended the staircase. Gina put out an arm before Kirsty could go outside, and called; "Mr Maynard!"

"Time's running out, Inspector!"

"Kirsty's here. She's coming out."

"Only her. No tricks."

Gina heard the menace in Kit's voice and closed her eyes. She hated it when criminals had the upper hand.

"Only her. Nobody else."

Gina glanced at her phone to make sure it was still connected to Kirsty's, and nodded. The girl looked as white as a sheet, but squared her shoulders and walked out, with Gina feeling she'd just let someone go out like a lamb to the slaughter.

Andrea's vision was still blurry and she blinked several times to clear it before she could see Kirsty walking towards them. Behind her, Kit laughed.

"Well girls, look at this little reunion. It's a bit of déjà vu, wouldn't you say?" He looked meaningfully at the drop behind him. "Except this time, there's no water to fall into."

He stepped back, jerking Andrea with him, making her shriek.

"Let her go, Kit, she's not well. You wanted me, you got me. Leave her alone now."

"Well you see Kirsty, she's been in the dark all these years, and I don't think that's fair," Kit said and bent down to speak into Andrea's ear. "Don't you agree, Andrea?"

"I don't care anymore," she said, fully aware of how close they were to the edge. "Let go of me Kit, please."

"Not happening, darling."

"At least get that away from her neck," Kirsty said. "She's scared."

"Why, so those cops will come barrelling up the minute I do?"

"They won't," Kirsty said, acutely aware of them listening in. "Nobody's going to come up Kit. It's only us."

"It better be," Kit said, and lowered the scalpel; Andrea let out a shaky breath.

"I know you two were seeing each other behind my back," Andrea said. "I don't care."

"No, I suppose not," Kit said. "Seeing as she did it all over again with a bloke you were about to marry. You don't really think we're all having this little reunion over that, do you?"

"What," Andrea said, "that she scored drugs off you? I suspected, even then, but I didn't ask, I was afraid of the answer because then I'd know."

Kirsty's cheeks flamed, she had no idea Andrea had suspected her of taking drugs in Venezuela, she thought she'd hidden it so well, not doing it around her and only meeting back up with her when she'd come down from a high. The wonder must have shown on her face.

"You'd act weird sometimes," Andrea said. "Say weird things, just not be yourself. We spent enough time in clubs when we were travelling, around people doing the same thing. You're not as good a poker face as you think."

"See, Andrea, that's where you're wrong," Kit said conversationally. "Your little friend here, once she got a noseful of the stuff, she was hooked. And then, she saw the money I was making from other idiots with more money than sense…"

He let the words hang in the air and though they took a moment to sink in, when they did, Andrea turned to Kirsty in utter disbelief. Kirsty's face reddened in shame and she looked down at the floor.

"Kirsty…"

"Yeah," Kit said, "she wanted a piece of the action too, and I'll give her the dues there, Andrea, for a while, she was a good little sidekick. And we made quite the buck around South America, didn't we Kirsty?"

"Andrea, I'm sorry…"

"It doesn't stop there," Kit said, as if Kirsty hadn't spoken. "Oh no. see, one night, she sold to a pretty little thing, only the gear didn't quite agree with her. She had a bad reaction to the stuff your friend here sold her. Collapsed, and started convulsing, didn't she Kirsty? And you know what she did, Andrea?" His arm tightened around her. "Nothing. She did nothing. She watched that girl die."

Kirsty was again acutely aware of the officers listening on the phone, and also knew she hadn't told the officers that particular bit of information. She could imagine the looks on their faces; annoyed but unlikely surprised. Andrea's face however, was too much to bear.

"Kirsty?"

"Yeah," Kit said, before Kirsty could speak. "Then she wanted out. Then it was too much for her, only after she let someone die because she was too concerned with saving her own skin than saving someone's life. But she didn't stop there, oh no."

"I wanted out, Kit!" Kirsty burst out. "You wouldn't let me go!"

"This conniving little bitch went to the police," Kit snarled.

"And she told them it was all you?"

"What did I say a little while ago? You're a fast learner. Or you do just know this girl too well. She knew our baby would keep us tied, keep me in your life. And she didn't want that."

"I wouldn't have kept our baby, Kit, I've told you that!"

"She didn't know that though, did she? You told me that yourself, that you only told her about the abortion after you'd done it. She couldn't have known before in Venezuela, could she? And there was no guarantee the police would charge me, so she had to find a more permanent way."

"It wasn't like that!" Kirsty said. "I swear, I wasn't trying to kill you when I pushed you!"

"You didn't tell anyone you had though, did you? Just hoped I'd drown, and take every one of your dirty little secrets to the grave with me. See Andrea, when we were fucking – and that's all it was – the things she'd used to say about you…"

"Kit, stop!" Kirsty said. "I didn't mean any of it!"

This was all too much, Andrea didn't think she wanted to hear any more. Surely the police must have called for some more backup by now, where on earth was it? She had felt Kit step further towards the edge and had no doubt he was preparing to do what he'd threatened Kirsty he would if she didn't get his money; kill her and make Kirsty watch, though she thought he would have done it anyway, with or without his money.

"Then, final nail in the coffin, she stole from me, Andrea. She stole from me and left me for dead. And she made that the final nail in yours. Don't worry though, I'll spare her, and if the guilt eats away at you day after day, I hope you live a long time."

Andrea then went limp in Kit's arms, from shock or the head injury, he couldn't tell, and gave Kirsty a pitying look as she stared at him in horror.

"You can take some comfort in that, at least," he said. "She won't know a thing. Nice and peaceful!"

"Kit! Kit, no, please!"

Kirsty screamed in horror as Kit dragged Andrea to the edge, struggling with her deadweight, and then stopped, her mouth open as she saw Andrea's eyes open. She was conscious; oh God, she was conscious and would feel every bit of fear. But she stared straight at Kirsty, as if she was trying to communicate with her; she wished they were teenagers again, when they seemed to know what the other was thinking before one even said it. Kit, apparently impatient struggling with dragging her, got his arm under her knees when Andrea drew her legs under her and powered to her feet with all the strength she could. Her shoulder rammed into Kit's and he, taken by surprise, was knocked off balance, his grip on Andrea slackening. She broke free, made to run forwards and Kit, having regained his balance, reached for her with a snarl. With a cry, Kirsty ran towards him like a javelin, her body feeling almost weightless.

SO19 had gotten into position with eyeball on Kit from neighbouring buildings in the area as well as in the hospital when Adam, watching with binoculars from across the radio, yelled frantically into his radio that Kit appeared to be about to throw an unconscious Andrea from the roof. It was all happening at once, SO19 were preparing to shoot, Gina was trying to stop a frantic Smithy from running up the stairs when they heard the thuds and a snarl of anger, followed by running footsteps.

Then were was the scream, a long drawn out scream, before a loud thud seemed to rock the whole building. Then…silence.