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Godziller and the Dragon?

"What?" Matt frowned as he listened to the new boy on the team try to explain himself.

"You heard. Angie did some digging. You know what she's like? No stone unturned and all that."

"Yeah, she's a bloody good detective. Wasted on you lot." Both men turned to see Gill staring at them with her arms folded. Ronnie stood a few feet behind her.

"That's true." Ronnie smiled slightly before pushing his glasses further up his nose. "What's this?"

"Angie went through the CCTV and the statements from other people in the park. Seems our friendly neighbourhood drunk isn't as innocent as he would want us to believe." Sam explained.

"Ok." Gill looked at Sam. "Why don't you and me make our way down to the interview room and see what he has to say about that? You can tell me what angie found on the way." She smiled encouragingly at the younger man. "Matt, you and Ronnie can see what Mickey has been getting up to while we haven't been looking. My money is still on 'im for these murders and Natalie's break in."

"'Ow?" Ronnie frowned at her.

"I know he was on remand when the girl was killed and when the break in happened. Just because there is no way he was there in person doesn't mean he doesn't know who was. Now, Sam are we making a move or what?" She turned on her heel giving Sam no option but to follow her.

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Natalie stared at the ceiling relieved that she was finally out of the station and away from the case. She couldn't take the worried looks from Angie and the guys any longer. She knew only Ronnie knew the exact nature of the attack on her several years earlier and she was glad he had kept her confidence and not told the others exactly what had happened the night her home was broken into. The memories had been buried for years but now that her home had been broken into again she was having trouble keeping the memories away. Turning on her side she glared at the empty wine glass, knowing that was not the way to solve anything.

"Bloody 'ell Nat!" She scolded herself. "Last thing you need is the boys coming home to find you in this state. Pope wins if you don't pull yourself together." She got to her feet and grabbed her dressing gown before heading towards the kitchen with the empty wine glass.

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"Right." Ronnie walked alongside Matt as they headed towards the station canteen. "Lemme get this straight."

"Go on." Matt held the door open and smiled at the pretty young police officer than batted her eyelashes at him as he watched her go past.

"Matt!"

"What?"

"Matt, if I didn't know you any better." Ronnie looked at him over the top of his glasses.

"Mickey Fingers associated with a man by the name of Declan Davies on more than three occasions. A passer by - not our friendly neighbourhood drunk saw a man fitting Declan's description running from the park about five minutes before we were called to say a woman had been found dead in the park."

"Ok. And we have the details of this mystery eye witness?"

"We do."

"Well, come on son. Don't keep me in suspenders." He nodded his thanks to the woman on the till as he paid for his sandwich.

"Around the corner from here. You fancy going to talk to him?"

"Well, it's either that or go back to the morgue and hope it's Chloe on duty instead of the fragrant and lovely Joy. You know, that woman really does not live up to 'er name. What the bleedin' ell 'er parents were thinking I will never know."

"Ron." Matt shook his head. Ronnie raised his eyes in his best attempt to look innocent. "Are you coming to see this bloke or what?"

"Lead the way, son. Lead the way."

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George poured himself a healthy measure of whiskey as he thought about the case his team were working on. He knew that James had been less than happy when Judge Evans had granted Mickey Fingers bail. Shaking his head he walked back to the computer as his office door opened.

"It is still customary to knock, is it not?" His soft Scottish accent carried across the room as he looked up. Jake stood in the doorway looking more anxious than he had ever seen.

"Sir, sorry."

"No, don't worry." George waved his hand. "What is it boy? What on Earth is the matter?"

"I may have made a mistake in not oposing bail more vigourously."

"Aye." George nodded. "But we still have a trial date, there is still a decent case you, James and Alesha have built up."

"Yes, but." He paused. "Alesha just called. She thinks she was followed home."

"What?"

"She picked Cameron up from the babysitter an hour ago."

"Yes." George nodded.

"And then she thinks she was followed home from there. I told her to call Matt and either come back here with the baby or go to James'. I also called James. They are on the way back as I speak."

"And she is certain? What am I saying. This is Alesha Devlin. Of course she is certain." George abandoned his drink before picking up his phone. "Grace, get me DCI Gill Murray. I don't care how late it is." He hung up, knowing his secretary would do as he asked.

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"What?" Matt listened as he heard his wife tell him about the small black car that had followed her home. "Are you alright? The baby?"

"Fine." Alesha smiled slightly as James drove back towards the CPS buildings. "We're all fine. It could be something and nothing. But I got the number plate." Alesha smiled as James pulled the car into the car yawned as he listened to his mother talking.

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Natalie poured what was left of her wine down the sink as she stared out of the kitchen window. It had been a long couple of days and she had to admit she missed the hustle and bustle of the MIU. Sighing heavily she froze as the dog next door barked incessantly. "Bloody Max!" She placed the glass on the draining board, knowing she was no longer in the house. In seconds her world went black as a sharp pain shot through her. Her last conscious thought Not again, it's happening again.

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A/N More soon? I know this story has dragged on but please let me know what you think :D