Heya Everyone this is my first fic
so go easy yea. Right it's about everyone in Hollyoaks. But the main story lines

enclued: Its about how the Hayson/Dean family cope with Nancy's murder. Detective McPherson is brought in to solve the case along with Calvin.

Warren/Louise/Calvin- givin nothing away there.

and Sasha and Fletch- the whole drugs thing from scratch.

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Prologue

**** As the fire fizzled out an angry spark spat out hitting her left temple. She lay peacfully on the sofa rapped up in a pastel blue shawl. On the floor a teddy bear sat her nephew's bear. The one she bought for his birthday. There was no tention in her face. She lay there motionless to the world. Her lips were like blueberries. Two wine glass's stud on the coffee table half empty. A bottle of sleeping pills spilled out on the table. And a rose, a white one with petals like sily velvet beside them. Poor sod,thought Wlliam McPherson.
"Suggests a suicide gov'," Calvin Valentine a young ploice officer striving for mystery said disappointedly to inspector William McPherson the mam whom was investigating the Nancy Dean case. McPherson, a curious man himself was not covinced. Flashes of camras from the forensics distracted him. He raised his fist to his lips. P.C Valentine knew from the deepness in his eyes that McPherson was deep in thought. He wore a medium grey suit with lime pinstripes. His shirt was brilliant white and he wore a green tie with little yellow diamonds embroidered on it. Eyes where sharp and dull, NcPherson's hair was clean cut and grey.
**** Some one tugged on his sleeve. He turned to see who it was. A woman in her mid twenties stud behind him cluthching on to a clip board, and had a pen in her mouth. "Erm we've estimated a time of death sir," she said.
He took the clip board from her and studdied it carfully nodding hs head at the figures, "hmm, hmm. Have you found a cause yet Lil?"
"Too early to say...but we a certain an overdose."
His head bobbed as he asked. "A suicide?"
"Probably."
"Ever still I would like a post-mortem done."
"There is no sign indecating force sir and yes due to certain items found a post-mortem will be carried out. We are just waiting for the forensics team to finish up. I must worn you not to get your hopes up though. We're sure enough suicide"
McPherson chuckled. "What about the glass's and the rose...oh and the teddy?"
Finishing his sentence for him she said. "Will all be tested on her finger prints ans so on...good day inspector," and with Lil Ní Bheoláin turned on her heel and was off.
**** McPherson was still not convinced. Why would a young woman with her whole life ahead of her with no medical condition commit suicide. There was definatly mystery. Was there a man here? He questioned himself, did he kill her? McPherson clenched his fists tightly covinced this case was not as straight foward as it seemed. He'd seen some cunning criminals in his time and learned that guilt eventually overwhelms them all. Unfortunatly and ver much to his dismay McPherson had to accept that every case could not be solved no matter how hard you tried to solve it. That was one lessoning every police officer had to learn in time. At the age of sixty three William McPherson was mature in his disisons and wise in knowing when to give up. He was so full of determination and desire to catch the culperate that he had he needed to solve this case, this was his last after all.
**** He neared the designated body zoomed in taking a sidways glance at her neck. He looked at Valentine who stud beside him. Calvin smiled bleakly giving him a knowing look. McPherson watched Calvin radio in new evidence. Nancy Dean had defintly lost her innocents

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***He had recognised the song. It was Whiskey in the Jar' by Thin Lizzy. It had been the closing hymn at his parents' funeral as well. Warren Fox had recognised it from the moment it started. He had never been into rock music but he did like that particular tune. Golden rays of sun shun through the windows of White Chapel church. High lighting the scar under his left eye. He wore a black suit out of respect. His eyes where like shappires and his hair darkened.
Marie, the diseased' sister had insisted that he sat in the front row with her. Warren wasn't so keen, if it had been his choice he'd be much further back. The back if posible as he was at most of these funerals. Marie's husband and father sat on her other side. Her head was firmly pressed against James's chest. He put his arm around her while she mourned the loss of her only brother. Tom, the diseased's father. Looked on in sarrow, storing up the tears for later, Warren persumed. Marie and Paul looked alot like their father. He had often recalled telling them they looked like Tom.
***They carried him up in a box with silver handles. Paul O' Mahoney...Pablo he preffered, at the age of twenty six dead in a box. It's just not right, Warren thought, to be brought away in a box like that. He had been Warren's best friend...Pablo O' Mahoney. Had become the lastest young man to fall victim to the dreaded underworld of crime and cut throat drugs bussiness.
He was found in an alley way. Fractured skull, the police reckoned the blow came from a base ball bat. Pathologist confirmed it killed him alone but a dose very pure heroine was found in his blood stream. The full post mortem later comfirmed that it wasn't enough to kill him. The death was 'sudden' that was what Marie had told him at the house earlier that morning. Sudden meant to Warren that he hadn't suffered much. The morphine in the heroine might have eased the pain a bit. Warren hoped anyway. The down side was Warren wasn't able to say good bye to his best friend-not properly at least. His last words where of him and Shamo Turly teasing Pablo over some girl he liked.
***He remembered Pablo's sister's speach at the alter, " somtimes I blame the people Pablo was involved with and others...I blame myself! We don't know how much time we have left on this earth. I only wish I had apprecaited my big brother more. I wish we hadn't fought as much. That we where closer and talked more..." She trailed off. "You know that's jus' somthin' we all have to realise...to aprecaite people while we got 'em. We never really know when we're going to lose 'em. Tha-that's what I belive anyway." Then she recited a poem by Anon. "Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am diamond glints on snow. I am sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in a circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there I did not die...!"
***Then she paced back down the alter while people clapped. She stopped at his coffin and put her hand on it. Wishing her brother to heaven. Warren even heard her whisper, "I hope you reach heavens gates...for all out sakes."
Marie's speech made Warren take a good hard long look at himself. He thought about all the people who he never treated the best. The ones he used and the ones he betrade. He felt ashamed. "Somtimes it takes a death to make others apprecaite life. That life is a precious gift not to be tampered with. Who are we to take another man's life." His grandmother Niamh told Warren when his parents died. A good lesson to know and one which Warren had come to regret. She sat him on her lap and told him funny stories of his dad when he was Warren's age. Warren didn't have many memories of his mum and dad. Not good ones anyway. Eric, his father had been a drunk and a junkie he had a pretty volatile temper. Abbey, his mother would sit in the corner cradling her new baby, Katy. In her arms begging him not to hit her.
They where very young when Warren was born. Abbey was only fourteen, Eric sixteen. He didn't look much like Eric or Abbey. Even though people said he did. But inside he knew he didn't. His looks consisted of a diffrent man, an evil man...
***A red scarf with Manchester United logo was draped over the coffin. Pablo had been a major fan. Never missed a match. The usher made a gesture and everyone rose to their feet. Warren was one of the six who helped carry the coffin back down the isle. Father Nugent, the priest that had conducted the service, Tom, Marie and James fallowed first. The track was now coming to a close. Pablo had been a big rocker. Warren had preferred rave. He had often suggested to Pablo that he should grow his hair long like a propper rocker would. Pablo had disagreed though he had replied. "Nah...long hairs for girls. Don't look right on lads!" His favourite band was Metallica. Even Warren had to admit even though he hated rock some of the songs on the 'black album' where alright. He persumed it was only because he played it so much. Pablo gave Warren and Shamo Turly a lift into Le Push every morning in his soft top black Merc. He loved that car dearly it was his 'baby' that's what he referred to it as. In the end he had played the song 'Enter Sandman' so much that Warren and Shamo would go in humming the lyrics.
The function room in a local hotel was booked. Sandwiched, tea and coffee where served along with alchohol. Kind worlds of Pablo where made and toasts gestured. Even the south side rivals had come to pay there respects. The godfather Danny. 'Ringo' Cafferty had made time. Staff wandered around the room quietly out of respect. Marie has hugged him earlier at the house. Warren didn't think it to be such a good idea her hugging openly like that given thier past. He felt awkward round her but the feeling obviously wasn't neutral. She was all friendly to him. He had fancied her...once a long time ago but they where only kids. She had liked him too. Nothing could ever happen though. One rule was...to never date your friend's brother or sister...that just complicated things.
***"Go on son," William Quinn prompted bringing Warren's mind foward to the present. "Eat somthing boy! Sure you might be knocked down by a bus tomorrow," he chuckled away patting Warren' back.
***Warren smiled bleakly picking away at the brown bread just to please him. He didn't feel like eating much latley. He had lost a lot of weight. Started drinking and dabbling with drugs more often. Gradually turning into Eric. Same sour puss, odd look and funny manner. Frances Flood his other grandmother always said. He could never bring himself to talk about the sad lives of Abbey and Eric. Hated Talking about Eric being abusive towards him and his mum being teriffied. Talking about it made it real. And Warren was so desparate for it not to be real that he would rather convince himself he had normal parents. Flashbacks taunted his dreams. Undertakers, louring them to the ground. His grandparents, aunts and uncles coming together. Which was strange because his mum's side never got on with his dad's. He only ever saw Johnny and Frances Flood Abbey's parents twice. At the funeral and two years before that. Saw Karren, Huge and Ian once, his aunt and uncles. Never seen Lil and Jade his cousins. All he ever did was hear of them. He wasn't even sure if they where real or not or just a flicker of his imagination running over time to fill the profound emptiness of his lonely heart.
Niamh and Reggie Fox sprinkled soil on their sons coffin. Frances and Johnny on Abbey's.
***Warren and his little sister katy where taken into care three day's after thier parents died. Never saw the Foxes or the Floods ever again. The last he'd heard was that Niamh Fox died in January '05 and Reggie soon after. Broken heart. At that point Warren could see his family disitergrate even more.
***He rinsed his face in the sink in the mens room. Deeply concentrating on the mirror in front of him only to see a face he was desperate not to...

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The diagrams of Michaela Mc Queen being tortured by machines certainly didn’t help her situation at school. Stupid doodles really. Drawings to help her feel better about the situation. There was the ‘Tooth trigger’ not a very creative name I know! Sasha Valentine thought darkly. The ‘tooth trigger’ consisted of a monkey injecting her with a new chemical substance that hadn’t been discovered yet. That made teeth grow out of everywhere. In Sasha’s very artistic drawing Michaela Mc Queen is strapped to a dentist’s chair. With a chimpanzee cleverly discussed as a dentist himself injecting her with the mystery substance. And Michaela Mc Queen’s face ruined with wisdom and crocked ingrown teeth appearing everywhere. Ripping through her skin, coming out of her ears even.
“It certainly delivers what it promises,” chuckled Barry Nugent... Newt he proffered. Another victim of the big, fat, utterly revolting slag that was Michaela Mc Queen. A bully at school. Sasha flicked to the back of her Math’s copy. “Look here’s my favourite,” laughed.
Newt posed taking an interest in the fine torturetoon. That was Sasha and Newt’s special name for cartoon’s involving Michaela Mc Queen. Mainly because all the pictures contained methods of torture for Michaela Mc Queen.
He placed his chin on his thumb and index finger. “Um… interesting Sasha darling…but not as deadly as the “Rat’s tail transplant.”
“How very dare you Mr. Nugent! This is my best torturetoon to date. ‘Skull-peninsula’ I call it.”
‘Skull-peninsula consisted of Michaela Mc Queen’s skull being turned to mush by the flat screen telly she kept babble, babble, babble babbling on about! Fragment’s of bone, blood and brain (that now looked like mash spuds) where splattered all over the carpet.
Newt put on a high pitched girly voice that was mocking Myra Mc Queen, Michaela Mc Queen’s mummy dearest. “Oh no! My carpet! It’s going to take a lot of Mr. Mussel to get that stain out. Mother of god, save us, save us all!”
Sasha snorted laughter as Newt put on dishwashing cloves and an apron that said. Accidents Happen. In big golden lettering. Dance around the flat. Pretending to be the clean freak, Myra Mc Queen. They where having so much fun that they didn’t hear the door swing open.
“Having fun,” Louise Valentine snarled at Sasha with a glint of discussed in her eye.
“Louise,” Sasha shrieked hinting for Newt to stop. Newt now was balancing a bottle of bleach on his forehead.
“What,” he asked turning to see Louise. “Oh,” he realised taking the bottle off his fore head and straightening himself up. He waved nervously. “H-h-hello,” he stammered.
Sasha felt very self conscious and hated standing beside the gorgeous Louise Valentine, her brother’s new dashing bride. Mainly because she felt like an ancient old rag doll with dangled up messy hair, no tits, flabby arse and no sense of style standing beside a brand Barbie doll only out of its box. Maybe Michaela’s right, Sasha thought, maybe I am really ugly. By the looks of things she was out grocery shopping. Two Sainsbury shopping bags in each hand.
“Shouldn’t you two be at school,” she asked making her way to the kitchen.
“Free period,” Sasha shouted after her. “Shouldn’t you be in Evissa?”
“Nah…we’re closed for today.”
“You see I told you it couldn’t be true,” Sasha growled at Newt once Louise was out of hearing range.
“Course it wasn’t just Michaela Mc Queen trying to wined you up that’s all,” Newt reassured her giving her two thumbs up.
“But what if she’s not! It would break Calvin’s heart.”
Michaela Mc Queen’s latest scam at winding Sasha up was the Louise Valentine was banging her boss to get a penny extra an hour and that her mum had caught them doing it on the massage bed in Evissa earlier this morning. Sasha wouldn’t mind only she was Calvin, her brothers new wife and he really loved her. Sasha had come to like Louise too. She was like the big sister she never had. She could tell Louise really loved Calvin too. And Evissa was closed. She had also recalled Louise telling Calvin Warren Fox (her boss) was going to a funeral today in White chapel so he wouldn’t be around for a day or two. So there for it couldn’t be true! Could it?
Later that day in Geography Mr. Owen announced to the class that a new boy was going to be joining them. He went outside to fetch him. New meat, Sasha thought, Michaela Mc Queen has yet another poor soul to destroy. Poor guy. Mr. Owen came back into the room with the new guy traipsing nervously in behind him. He was beautiful. Flawless skin big almond shaped golden eyes. He boyish looks but was very hansom in Sasha’s eyes.
“Eh-hello,” he said nervously, “Im Jamie, Jamie Fletcher,” he clicked his fingers. Sasha guest he was trying to be cool but he looked like a right mentalist. She felt sorry for him where as Michaela Mc Queen was concerned and she could see out of the corner of her eye Michaela Mc Queen Pin pointing his weaknesses. He was in for social suicide “But. You can call me Fletch.”
“Yes defiantly,” Sasha mumbled to herself.
“What a muppet,” Newt whispered in her ear, “Michaela and Amy will crucify him.”
Amy Barns, Michaela Mc Queen’s sidekick. The two of them. Blond, burly and scary. Especially Michaela Mc Queen who certainly had no problem threatening violence. When Sasha was forced to sit beside her in English yesterday. Michaela Mc Queen pulled the chair form under her twice, twice and everyone just looked on as if nothing was happening. She even threatened. “I’ll deck your head in at book case!” Sasha felt tears in her eye. Nobody cares, she told herself. Not even Ms. Flood bothered to stop her. No she was more interested in sitting at the top of the classroom munching away on a packet of hobnobs with a cuppa tea in her grasp and last weeks Sunday Times. She called her offal names. “Prostitute, Whore” and a hell of a lot worse. And she’d be screeching all these horrible phrases at the absolute top of her voice. Michaela Mc Queen then told Sasha that if she dared rat on her she would send her sisters Mercedes and Jacqui on her. And they where scarier and as burlier as five Michaela McQueen. And basically just reminded Sasha of men eating blood trusty vampires. She dreaded think of the type of beating she’d get off them. Sasha felt as though the whole world was against her. That there was no help for her and just basically no one even cared.


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