Hola mis amigos! Ok, so I'd like to thank HedgieX for prompting me to write this. This chapter's pretty short, but the next one will be a bit longer. If there is a next one. We'll see. Maybe if you review...

Don't own, blah blah blah blah... I love Suranne Jones... blah blah blah... blah...

Meh.

"Newbie at six."

Kevin, who was as bad with the clock direction system as he was with everything else looked from Andy to twelve, and back to Andy. Janet turned her swivelly chair around to six o'clock.

"Fresh meat," said Andy.

"Hiya," said the fresh meat to Jack, who was sat tapping away at his desk, "I'm new in here, Rachel Bailey?"

"They warned me about you." Despite the smile Jack spoke with, the fresh meat looked like she wasn't sure whether to laugh or make a run for it. Jack showed her into Gill's office, where she introduced herself to the beast.

The fresh meat had dark hair which was neatly curled and framing her nervous expression. She wore smart black workpants and a pale peach blouse. She covered it in a chunky white cardigan and black jacket. She held a black leather handbag tightly in front of her with both hands, as though she wasn't sure what to do with either of them.

"How long?" asked Kevin, taking his wallet out of a back pocket. "Twenty quid gives her two months."

"Six," said Andy. "Six months."

"Oh God, here they go again." Andy and Kevin both turned to look at Janet.

"You not takin', Janet?" asked Kevin, sounding pretty surprised.

"No, I'm not. I have faith in this one." Kevin smirked.

"You weren't so faithful with the last one," Andy pointed out.

"Andy, the last one was Georgia McKensie. D'you remember her?"

"She was fit, 'er," Kevin mumbled, before sitting down to fantasise, unsurprisingly oblivious to Janet's mildly disgusted glare.

"Georgia McKensie waltzed in with peroxide blonde hair, a skirt that just about covered the entry points to her body and a shirt cut so low that the nipples of her Pam Anderson-sized tits were almost visible. Not to mention her radioactive orange complexion."

"God, she was gorgeous." Kevin's unwelcome contribution was ignored.

"Anyway, my point is that she was blatantly more cut out for prostitution. Kevin, you're drooling. I have faith in Newbie."

Andy spent a moment looking at Janet like she was speaking a foreign language, before grabbing Kevin's hand and shaking it to seal the bet. Kevin didn't seem to notice. Janet rolled her eyes.

When the fresh meat finally made it out of the labyrinth of conversation she had found herself trapped in with Gill, she entered the office with a slightly more nervous expression.

"Um... I'm Rachel Bailey... I'm new..." her voice trailed off and she wondered whether it had been lost in the noise of the various conversations around her.

"Janet Scott," said a blonde woman extending a hand. Rachel took it with a nervous smile. "So you're new?" Janet turned back to her desk and sat down.
"Yeah, I'm..." Rachel was losing words again. Janet patted the seat next to her."Sit down then, and lets get started."

"Oh, ok." Rachel did as instructed and sat down. Janet tossed a file in front of her.

"Anne Lewis, 19. Went missing on Friday night. Body was found on Melbourne Street last night. Police have found no suspects."

"Did she have a boyfriend?"

"At the time of her death, no. However, there was a bloke she'd dated a couple of months back, Cameron Harris."

"You spoken to him?" asked Rachel, still flicking through the file.

"Not yet, but we're trying to get ahold of him. Every time we call the flat, all we get is an answering machine."

"Parents?"

"Have nothing."

"Friends?"

"We've only spoken to one, she knows bugger all."

"Who was the last person to see her alive?"

"Katie Lewis, sister. Still trying to track her down."

"Right, speak to her sister, friends, family, work colleagues - what did she do?"

"Worked in Costa," said Janet, impressed by the authoritative tone the nervous fresh meat had suddenly adopted.

"Right. Uni?"

"Manchester University."

"Ask her teachers. Cause of death?"

"Blunt force trauma. She was also raped before she died."

Rachel slammed the file on the desk. "Well, I think that our best bet is for us to go to Cameron Harris's flat."

"Okay, you head downstairs and I'll meet you there," said Janet. Rachel obediently left, throwing her coat back on.

"Two months? Six months? I give her a good few years yet." Andy and Kevin looked a little shell shocked. "Now, I'm going to go and speak to Cameron Harris with Rachel, and you two better be doing something productive when we get back."

Rachel was stood leaning against a black vehicle. "Who's driving?" she asked, when she was joined by Janet.

"D'you want to drive?" asked Janet.

"Sure. I live pretty close to this bloke's flat, anyway."

The two women sat in the car while Janet took a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from her bag.

"You don't mind do you?" asked Janet.

"Nah," replied Rachel.

"D'you want one?"

"No, I don't smoke," Rachel declined politely. Not yet, thought Janet, but she didn't say that.

Outside Cameron's flat, they were greeted by a rather stocky Scotsman who appeared to be the landlord. He informed them that "Mr 'Arris were out at the pub."

Said pub was your average 'cross-the-road gathering, with the cream painted exterior and a chalkboard outside with one blank side. Inside were countles recently unemployed men who were attempting to steer clear of their wives, the retired football-adoring bachelors squinting at the screen of the Tv which was blaring out Match Of The Day and the odd couple of people who were escaping some element or other of their hectic lives.

As for Cameron Harris, he was hunched over a bar stool in an 'S' shape, with a blue hoodie, logo and all, and jeans revealing a thick line of underwear above the top.

Rachel sat at one side of him, Janet at the other. Rachel opened with a tentative "What brings you 'ere?"

"None o' your business, mate," Cameron replied darkly.

"Well actually, pal, I think you'll find that it just might be," said Janet almost threateningly. "We're from the police and we've come to ask you about your connection to a young girl named Anne Lewis."

"Why I'm 'ere, innit? I just 'eard."

"We've come to ask you about your connection to the victim."

"You reckon I did it, don't yah? You fink I killed 'er! I didn't fucking kill her!"

"Mr Harris could you please calm down. What connection did you have with Anne Lewis?" asked Rachel, looking to Janet as though for support.

"I was 'er ex. She dumped me for a little skeeze."

"Who was it?"

"Some Jack sumfink. Jack Thompson or summat, I don't remember much about him."

"Do you know where we'd find him?" Janet quizzed.

"Nope, no idea."

"Right, thanks," said Janet before pausing a moment. "Mr Harris, would you please come down to the station with us?"

After much coersing and a very public arguement in the middle of a pub, Cameron Harris agreed to answer a few questions in the station. Gill had gone to speak to him briefly while Janet and Rachel stood outside, Janet lighting a cigarette.

"D'you think he did it?" asked Rachel, pulling her coat around her.

"That's like asking if Mark Chapman did it," said Janet.

"I'm not so sure, me," said Rachel. Janet ignored her.

"Still don't smoke?" she asked, holding a cigarette out to the newbie.

"Jesus, please gimme one," said Rachel emphatically, taking a cigarette and lighting it with Janet's lighter. Janet smiled.

All for now, folks. Will update asap, no promises.

For HedgieX. Thanks for prompting me to write it, hon!