A/N Loving the new series, but my muse feels the need to fill in a bit more on the Captain James, Molly Dawes romance, so here it is. My muse is very persistant! Enjoy. xx

Captain Charles James couldn't help but grin as the image on the tablet darted around the room before Molly finally swung into view sat on their bed. Her hair was damp and hung loose around her face, she swept a strand out of her eyes and settled back on the mound of pillows. He swore every time he left home another pillow would appear.

'Awright gorgeous.' She said, smiling into the camera.

Having finished a short tour in Afghan, Molly was back in the UK and currently holed up in their flat in Bath. James had another four weeks to go on his current deployment in Nairobi before he would be joining her. It was going to be a long four weeks.

'How's the placement going?' He asked.

Molly made a face and hugged a cushion to her chest that Charles was certain he'd never seen before. 'I'm bored shitless.' Molly was utilising her skills on a placement at the Bath Royal Infirmary whilst back in the UK as part of military support for the NHS. She brightened a bit. 'A bloke came in today who had a lightbulb up his arse.'

Captain James snorted with laughter, which gave Molly licence to embellish.

'I'm not kidding you, almost the whole bloody thing! He's lucky it didn't break. He said he was changing the lightbulb.'

'Naked?' Charles asked.

'As you do.' Molly laughed. 'Slipped and fell on the bulb. It took three of us, a tub of Vaseline and a suppository to get it out!'

Charles shook his head.

'And then.' Molly was almost crying now. 'Then the cheeky bastard asked if he could have the lightbulb back.'

'Did you give it to him?' Charles sniggered.

'No, coz I'd be fishing it out of him again tomorrow. I told him he should try those candle shaped ones, less likely to get stuck.'

Charles leant back on his bunk and crossed his arms. This was his Molly and god he missed her.

'How is it there?' She asked when she'd composed herself.

'Same shit, different country, you know how it is.' He shrugged.

'And how are you getting on with the new medic?' She said mischievously. He had ranted for an entire email about their new medic as Molly well knew.

Charles rolled his eyes. 'Come back Molly Dawes all is forgiven!' He said. 'The man is a weapons grade jobsworth, humourless, dick head.'

'The trouble is, you had a medic that was the dogs mate, and now nothing is ever going to compare.' She retorted. 'Just give him a chance.'

'Should have got a female medic.' He said teasing her.

'I'm not sure that would have been a good idea. We all know a wiff of antiseptic and you're anybodys.' She grinned at her cheek.

'Strike one Dawsie.' He said in his serious bossman voice, but he couldn't quite keep the straight face.

Molly laughed.

'Seriously though. Why is it that every place you end up there is always some complete nobhead who makes it their mission to be a pain in the arse?' She asked, picking at the corner of the cushion.

'Could be the lightbulb?' He joked, but her mood had deflated a little and Charles was concerned. 'Everything ok?'

'Yeah, I'm fine. There's just this RAF medic that seems to have a bug up his arse about the army.'

'You want me to have a word?' Charles asked.

She held his gaze, stubborn. 'Have a word? What are you the bleedin' Godfather now?'

'I meant I could have a discreet word with his CO that was all.' He said, amused.

There was that stare again. 'No.' She said eventually.

'Ok.' He shrugged.

'I mean it Charles Anthony Peter James. Don't you dare talk to any of your Rupert mates. Promise me.' Molly said.

Charles held his hands up. 'If I'm getting the full name treatment then I promise.'

Molly had been astounded to discover Charles had not one, but two middle names and she used them only in dire emergencies. 'Anyway, if he doesn't watch it the wanker might accidentally get twatted with a bedpan.' She said with a grin.

Charles laughed, glad her humour had improved.

'And If he really pisses me off, I won't even empty it first.'

He nodded sagely. 'So, anything else you want to tell me?' Charles asked innocently.

Molly fixed him with that stare again. 'Ok, who grassed me up?'

'Nobody grassed you up. The minute I saw the email I knew you'd be first in line.' He said matter of factly.

'I'm going stir crazy here and you're away, and its Sierra Leone, at least we'll be in the same continent kinda, and they need bodies on the ground and I'm qualified, they need medics, they need me.' The words rushed out.

'Fuck that, I need you!' Charles said leaning forwards.

'You already have me, and I'm not planning on going anywhere.' Molly's fingers touched the screen and Charles mirrored the action.

'It's Ebola, Molly. It's a disease, you can't have eyes on, no-one's got your back, a helmet and a rifle isn't going to save you.' He stroked the screen.

'No, but procedures will, training, protocol, stay awake, stay alert, stay alive. That reminds me I've emailed you a set of guidelines what symptoms to look out for and how to stay safe. You have to read them and pass on to the section. I know it's not there yet, but you need to know what to look for just in case.' She was back in her element now.

'I will read them.' He said, leaning back again.

'Charlie, you have to read them, promise me.' She said seriously. 'And pass them on to your medic.'

'He'll probably send them back to me with spelling and grammar corrections.' Charles muttered.

'If you're having problems, do you want me to have a word?' She giggled.

'And there's strike two.' He retorted. 'I never realised you were so demanding Molly Dawes.'

Molly grinned an evil grin. 'Just wait until you get home…'

Charles raised his eyebrows, once again she'd surprised him. It was going to be a really long four weeks. 'God I miss you.' He said suddenly.

'Ditto.' She replied quietly.

He desperately wanted to hold her.

'It will only be for a few weeks at best. They're desperate. I'll probably be home about the same time you are?' She smiled hopefully. 'You don't really mind do you?'

Charles shook his head. Like he had a choice. 'No, of course not. You do what you have to do.'

'Bossman!' The shout came from outside his tent.

'Enter!' Captain James looked towards the sound. 'I'm going to have to go.' He said turning back to the screen.

'Ok. Love you. Stay safe.' Molly said, blowing him a kiss.

'Ditto.' He replied as the Sergeant pulled back the tent flap.

They stared at each other across the continents before he finally clicked the off switch.

'Everything ok boss?' Kingy asked.

'Yes fine. Just don't ever get involved with a Medic with a death wish.' Captain James said wearily getting to his feet. 'Now what's up?'