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"Yeah, Reg completely" Dan said in answer to another of Reg's 'talks'.

"Do you really?" Reg asked.

"Oh yeah 100" Dan replyed, not actually knowing what the conversation had been about.

They came across two girls dressed in uniforms. Secondry School girls, and as it was 2:00pm Dan decided to ask why they hadn't bothered attending school today.

"I will in my-" The brunette said before seeing Dan coming towards them and halting her conversation.

"Good afternoon girls" Dan said with a smile.

"Alright" The brunette said holding up a cigerette in full view of Dan and Reg.

"Why aren't you two in school then?" Dan asked.

"We'd a day off' One of the girls replyed.

"And you decided to wear you uniforms because..." Dan left the sentance hanging.

"Everything else was in the wash" The other girl smiled sarcastically.

"What school do you go to girls?" Dan asked taking out his note pad.

The girls looked at each other inquisitivly.

"Kings Inn" One of them replyed nodding.

"Kings Inn what?" Dan asked looking for the rest of the name.

"Kings Inn school" The other girl said. Bothe girls laughed at his supposed stupidity.

"Right what's your names?" Dan asked irritated.

"Sarah" The small blonde replyed.

"Sarah what?" Dan asked.

"Sarah Harding" The other one told him. He wrote it down oblivious to the fact 'Sarah Harding' was a member of 'Girls Aloud' and not the teenagers real name.

"And yours?" Dan asked pointing to the cheeky brunette.

"Chelsey...Fox" The girl said naming a character from 'Eastenders'. Dan closed the note pad satisfied with the two names.

"You do know that's bad for you" Dan said pointing to the cigerette in Chelsey's hand.

Both girs laughed and walked off, Chelsey stopped at Dan and blew the smoke into his face while he coughed.

"Whatever Trevor" She mumbled before following her friend around the corner.

"Sarah Harding?" Emma asked looking over Dan's shoulder at the names he was typing into the computer.

"Dan you muppet she's a member of Girls Aloud...The band!" Emma stated.

Dan sighed.

"The only thing you'll find about her on Google is her tour dates" Emma finished taking a sip of her coffee and sitting on the edge of Dan's desk.

"I suppose Chelsey Fox isn't a valid name either?" Dan said holidng up the note pad and reading the name aloud.

"Not unless your in Albert Square" Diane said swirling around to face Dan from her computer chair.

Downstairs at the front desk Chelsey had just rolled in, demanding to see Dan Casper.

"Give me one minute please" The receptionist said with a smile.

Chelsey went over and sat on one of the chairs. She was starting to fall asleep when she felt sick.

She stood up and vomited all over the floor. Sam Nixon was walking out out the interview room opposite the front desk when she seen Chelsey and rushed over.

"It's alright, that's it" She soothed Chelsey as her tummy did back flips.

"Come with me and I'll get you cleaned up" Sam said holding Chelsey's back.

"Can you get someone to clean that please?" Sam asked the receptionist.

After Chelsey had been cleaned up, Sam brought her to the soft interview room to talk.

"What's your name?" Sam asked.

"Chelsey...Brady" Chesley said giving her real name but feeling rather groggy.

"Ok, I'm Samantha..." Sam replyed.

"What did you take Chelsey?" Sam asked sympathetically.

Chelsey shrugged her shoulders and looked at the floor.

"I don't know" She felt ashamed.

"Well...That's alright, I mean the main thing is your safe now. We all have that 'rebel' phase" Sam giggled slightly trying to cheer up the distraught teen.

"But you know you can't go on like this" Sam said seriously.

Chelsey became a bit defensive.

"You don't even know me" She said looking at Sam.

"No, I know, I know I don't, but I'm just trying to help" Sam said.

"By telling me my life's a mess?" Chelsey asked.

"I didn't say that-" Sam said interrupted by Chesley.

"What do you want me to do about it? Live like you?" She laughed at a confused Sam.

"Let me guess" Chelsey thought.

"Single mother, No life outside this job and no relationship, obviously, becuase no-one's ever good enough for you" Chelsey stated.

"No" Sam said also becoming defensive.

"Look we're not here to talk about me" Sam said softly.

"Well we're not here to talk about me either" Chelsey said.

"Which, I guess, means we're done here" She finished before getting up and leaving the room.

Sam follwed but in the end allowed Chelsey to leave the station, confident that she was just another troubled teen who'd be back soon enough for something or other...