As an officer of the law, you are used to having power over the public. But it's a whole lot different once you take off that hat for the day, place your vest in your locker and walk out of those doors. Then you're just like any other civilian. Unless someone you arrested three years ago remembers you, and decides that you are going to pay for making him do time. Then you're screwed.

She didn't see him coming; she wasn't expecting someone to go at her off duty. She had been enjoying herself with the relief in the pub. She had laughed her head off at Smithy's bad impressions, and had enjoyed a "Serious" conversation with slightly drunk Gina, but she had not noticed the man who had been constantly staring at her from across the room, maybe she would have if she hasn't let her guard down for once.

She was well known for being sharp, focussed and keen. Not drunk, ditzy and intoxicated by the alcohol in her system. She had decided for once in her life that she would not be the uptight sergeant and just enjoy herself everyone like else does after a particularly hard day at work. But that one day had to be the same day that he had returned.

He had been looking for her for months, searching out borough after borough until he had found her in Sun Hill, a sergeant no less. He almost laughed when his contact had told him. She was a pathetic excuse for a police officer, but apparently she had changed, had even grown a spine. She was so scared when he had pointed that gun at her the last time; he was surprised she'd even had the backbone not to drop her job there and then.

He watched as she left the pub, slightly dizzy from the shots she had just downed, and walk towards her car. He snorted when he saw it from the pub doorway. Same one. He walked up to her quickly, hiding in an alleyway when she looked around, frowning. When she had turned away again, opening the door to her car, he had snuck up beside her, and pressed the knife to her throat.

She wasn't expecting this, clearly. She let out a tiny whimpering sound when he spoke, immediately recognising his voice. He moved his hand up to her back and pushed her towards the alleyway, leaving her car door open there as his getaway vehicle. Once they were a reasonable distance up the alleyway he threw her onto the ground, she was coughing quite loudly, he growled when he looked down at his knife and saw a small amount of blood. He had pressed too hard.

When she was finished coughing she put a single shaking hand on her throat and whimpered when she felt the stickiness of the blood dripping from her throat. He grinned when she shot him a look of pure terror. He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her to her feet, only to punch her in her stomach, sending her squealing to the ground again. He then kicked and punched any part of her that he could see that he hadn't already, before finishing by slashing her stomach several times with the knife, ripping her clothes and piercing her skin.

When the onslaught had finished she curled up in a ball, whimpering. He grinned at this and walked away slowly, so as not to attract attention. He plucked her keys off of the floor and sat in her car, noting the fact that her bag was in the seat beside him. As he positioned himself in the car, he chanced one final look back into the alleyway. She was still on the floor but was pulling herself behind a bin, hiding herself from view. After grinning at the damage he had caused he drove off, leaving her to suffer.

PC Millie Brown was sitting in a particularly long debrief from Inspector Gold. Smithy was standing beside her clearly trying to resist the urge to yawn, making Tony and Sally snigger. Millie sighed. These debriefs were getting longer and longer, and more boring each time.

This job was usually fairly interesting; with numerous robberies and mysterious deaths to investigate but recently the excitement appeared to be on hiatus. So far all this week had bought was her evicting drunks from bars and clearing several gangs of youths away from street corners. Her current partner, PC Sally Armstrong, was finding it amusing however. She spent most of the day yelling at drunks or chasing kids like Millie but she, unlike Millie, had found a way to deal with it. She went to work each day dreaming about the fun that was to unfold in the pub later on. Millie had frowned at this but still, she understood. The routine of paperwork, arrest, then more paperwork was getting to her. There was nothing interesting ever going on.

"…I am going to be at the station today, attempting to resist the urge of clobbering you all around the head. For turning up to work half cut." Finished Gina, "Anything to add, Smithy?"

"I am going to be accompanying PCs Brown and Armstrong." He said, "Keeping an eye on our vigilante here."

He shot a meaningful stare at Sally who snorted.

"I thought that was Millie's job Sarge..." she said, winking at Millie.

"Something tells me that Millie isn't going to be able to stop hurricane Sally." Replied Smithy moodily.

"Oh ha ha" Muttered Sally under her breath.

"Ok, let's move it!" shouted Gina, trying to spark some life into the team.

She failed miserably.

As they all trudged out Millie turned to Sally. "Have you seen Sergeant Weston?"

"It's her day off, remember?" she replied blearily, wrapping her knuckles on Millie's forehead. "I got drunk last night, what's your excuse?"

Millie glared at her reproachfully for a second then stopped as she and Sally were carted into a car by Smithy, shouting something about having a shout at a local museum.

When they pulled up outside, there was a commotion. Several protestors were standing outside, holding various signs. Sally and Smithy ran over to clear them, but even their shouts combined couldn't be heard over the ruckus the crowd were making. Millie took another approach. She climbed into the driver's seat of the vehicle and blasted the sirens, turning them on and off in succession them beeping the horn a few times. This bought silence.

"Right!" shouted Smithy, nodding thanks to Millie, "someone better tell me what the heck is goin' on here!"

One of the protestors spoke up. "The exhibit here is disgusting and goes against our religion! You may call it modern, we call it an atrocity!"

Several of the protestors vocalized their support.

"Be that as it may you are not permitted to be here and if you don't move we are going to have to arrest the lot of you for causing a public disturbance." Sally said in response to the cheers the speaker had received.

Several disgruntled murmurs ran through the crowds as they slowly dispersed. However one was refusing to leave. He rounded on Smithy.

"You! You, idiot!" He yelled, spitting into Smithy's face, "They were good people! How dare you!"

He tried to hit smithy who dodged the badly aimed punch and handcuffed him in an instant. He then carted him into the car, just as they received another shout.

"Sierra Oscar One receiving, go ahead." Replied Smithy.

"Assault at the fox and squirrel, details not known" replied the Officer.

"Sierra Oscar one dealing." Replied Smithy, "You two, go there its only a couple of streets away. Radio me in the details once you're there."

Millie and Sally nodded simultaneously, and ran towards their destination. When they reached it they were greeted by the bar man who was backing out from the alleyway, holding his hands out in front of this, as though shielding invisible blows. They could hear screaming from the alleyway.

"Hey, Dave what's going on here?" asked Sally, rushing up to him.

"Not sure, just found her like that. " He grunted, "Apparently she's one of your lot."

"Ok, thanks." Replied Millie, "Have you called an ambulance?"

"Yeah. It'll be here in about 10" he said, shifting his gaze to her.

Millie walked slowly up to the cowering figure, closely followed by Sally. She was curled up into a ball, her hands covering her face, blonde hair covering her hands. Millie motioned Sally to stay back, and crouched so she was level with the woman.

"Hello I'm PC Millie Brown can you tell me-" her revised speech died in her throat, "Oh my god!"

The women had lifted her head and was staring at her through two black eyes.

"Rachel!" Millie almost shouted.