Detective Chief Inspector George Gently was sat at his desk, quietly reading through some paperwork. Today was a quiet day. However, that didn't mean it wasn't frustrating. From his position at the head of the room, he could clearly see the looks John and Rachel were sending each other, when the other wasn't looking of course.

He sighed. He cared for both of them very much, and wanted them to be happy. What was preventing their happiness, he knew, was themselves.

Why couldn't they just talk to each other?

Because, they were too hard-headed.

Too independent.

Too proud.

Too stubborn.