Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine. I just like to borrow them from time to time.

A/N: I know there is already a NT-fic with the same name, and a very good one at that. But the Mominator gave me permission to use the title anyway. And the song is just so Gerry-ish. ;)

Please r&r.

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Chapter one

It was three o'clock on a Friday afternoon and the UCOS office had been silent since Brian had stormed out with current acting chauffeur Jack in tow, some forty minutes earlier.

Sandra was sat at her desk. She was crossing the t's and dotting the i's of their latest case report. Occationally, her eyes were drawn to the landscape outside her office window. She was longing for the working day to be over so that she could go out into the sunny April weather.

On the couch, Gerry was reading the papers and smoking his seventh cigarette of the day. Having read the articles in the local news section, he folded the paper away. With a groan he got up to make coffee.

He was just about to call out to Sandra and ask if she wanted a cup, when he caught a glance of her. She was still sitting at her desk, but had abandoned the report in favour of the view. The sun caught her face and she had to squint in the bright light.

Gerry admired her serene looks. 'Oh, I could be so good for you', he thought to himself as he watched her. He stepped quietly into her office and called her name gently. "Sandra?"

She turned around, startled by his appearance. The serenity that had pooled in her eyes slipped away. She looked tired again. "Yes?"

Gerry's heart sank. "D'you want a cupper?" he asked.

She gave him a small smile. "Sure." She could do with a coffee. "Only two hours to go now."

He smiled back at her and raised an eyebrow. "What d'you say we leave a bit early? Skip the coffee and go for a drink instead?" She looked like she could do with cheering up. Their latest case had taken it's toll on all of them, but Sandra seemed to have been the most affected by it.

She groaned and looked down at her desk for a moment. "Tempting. But we'd better wait until Jack and Brian are back. Where did they go off to anyway?" she asked, not knowing whether or not she wanted to hear the answer. Brian could do some stupid things at times.

"Dunno. Brian just barked at Jack and was off. Jack didn't seem to have a clue either." At that moment, the phone on Gerry's desk rang. He hurried over to answer.

Sandra got up with a sigh and walked over to the kitchenette. She was just stirring the hot liquid in her cup when she caught Gerry's incredulous tone.

"And you couldn't tell 'er yourself? Cheers, mate." He hung up the phone and turned around to look straight into her stern blue eyes.

She kept staring intently at him. "Tell her what exactly?" she asked in a harsh voice, coffee cups forgotten on the counter.

He sighed deeply. Best to get it over and done with. "Brian's had an accident. Broke his arm. Jack and Esther are at the 'ospital with 'im now." He let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding.

It took Sandra a few seconds to process the information. "Bloody hell!" she huffed, "You let them out of your sight for half an hour ... What happened?"

Gerry sat down on the sofa again. "Dunno. Jack just said that Brian had an 'unfortunate accident with a car door'."

Sandra gruffed. "Unfortunate? Yeah, that's the word for him, alright." She sat down opposite him. "What am I gonna tell Strickland!" She slumped her shoulders and closed her eyes.

The older man suddenly sat up straight. "Let me." he pleaded, playfully wiggling his eyebrows in a conspicuous manner.

A smile was tugging at her lips as Sandra looked up at him. "Again, tempting. But however amusing that might turn out, I don't think it would prove a good idea in the end."

Gerry got up to bring the coffee cups over. He put one down in front of his boss and sat down with the other one in a tight grip.

She brought the cup to her lips, but wrinkled her nose and put it back down on the table again. She'd just wait until next week to tell Strickland, what difference could a couple of days make? "All right. Tweedle dum and Tweedle dee aren't coming back today. Let's get that drink." she got up and walked into her office to turn off the computer and get her coat. "You're buying!" she shouted over her shoulder.

Gerry chuckled and got up, a spring suddenly in his step.

tbc