After priceless antique jade artefacts are stolen from Winfield Hall SI10 are requested to send Makepeace to solve the mystery.

This writing fills in some empty spaces within the time frame of the episode. It may be useful to watch Cry God for Harry: Series 1 Episode 9.

Harry was mad with Spikings; it wasn't her fault whom her father was, or what connections her family had, he had no right to blame her. She had actually calmed down when Dempsey reassured her that it was better for them to go out to solve the crime, implying the antiques squad were probably useless. She knew one or two people over there and was inclined to agree; what's more she'd not had a chance to get down to Kent recently, catching up with her father at his London address instead.

Makepeace let Dempsey drive, his car was larger and therefore more powerful and more comfortable. She had never said much to him about her background since that first job together when she had been known at Fortnum and Mason, and taken the brace of pheasants to her uncle Lord Duffield. Dempsey was in a good mood and his light heartedness infected Harry also, the sun was shining and apart from the missing Jade all seemed well with the world. Dempsey was on form, his wit and jibes both entertaining and lifting her mood.

Harry had told Dempsey that they had to investigate this missing Jade, and that they could stay over at her family place but he hadn't been listening she could tell. He had packed his DJ at her request; she had a wardrobe for various occasions there so needed to take very little. As she answered his innumerable questions about Chilham she wondered when the penny would drop and tried to keep her grin undercover.

She could have kicked her father, not so much for his initial statement - she had told him Dempsey was an awful American with attitude – no it was more for the huge hole he dug after that! Dempsey hadn't heard her fathers initial comment; she made a mental note to update her father on her description of the awful American. How could she describe him now she wondered frustrating American – that was more accurate: frequently annoying, always with attitude but sometimes brilliant, often funny, could be good company but far too violent had a blatant disregard for the rules but was actually a very good cop who was passionate about justice.

But her fathers spiel about the gorilla was diabolical and Dempsey hadn't even heard anything until the old man was gabling on making gorilla sounds. Dempsey had absolutely no idea what any of it was about so had just watched his case be carried through. As the truth of the matter dawned he suppressed his laughter and his surprise.

"Makepeace I'm gonna kill you"

Lord Winfield thought Lieutenant Dempsey seemed a nice enough guy, he hadn't met many Americans before but he didn't seem as bad as Harry had portrayed. Harry, he had also noted, seemed to have warmed to him somewhat; for instance he recollected they seemed to drink together with ease.

Harry passed a second martini to Dempsey and sat next to him, she was growing accustomed to his close proximity, and it no longer bothered her even when they were not at work. She actually found herself pleased with how he coped with her father.

They spent the early evening in Lord Winfield's room and then met the guests over dinner. Dempsey took the opportunity for a reasonably early night; he had been surviving on about 5 hours sleep with a combination of work and a new club he had joined. Harry spoke again with her father but could come up with no solution.

After breakfast the grouse shoot happened. Not wishing to be seen as a good shot or familiar with guns Dempsey opted out of the main shoot and watched the guests; it provided a good excuse not to tell Makepeace that he didn't like killing birds for sport. Makepeace was mad at him for nearly shooting her father but calmed down a little as they both explained that they had heard something off to the side and tried to track it. Sounds to me like you were tracking each other she said sarcastically.

Harry tried to keep watch on Naismith; he was her prime suspect, basically because she had never found his trustworthy much to her fathers' dismay. 'A low life slime ball' she thought to herself and smiled as she recognised Dempsey's phrases finding home in her thoughts.

The cocktail party proved interesting: What was it Harry wondered that made bloody Dempsey so bloody irresistible to women and why couldn't he show some restrain sometimes? And now she was bloody annoyed with him a-bloody-gain!

Dempsey found himself delighted at the sight of Harry in a cocktail dress, she looked gorgeous, and he hoped this informal setting may let him see more of the Makepeace at play. The evening seemed to disappear too fast. Makepeace was grateful for Dempsey's dismissive nod to get rid of Naismith, and then within moments irritated by his telling her what to do, rather like she was a DC and what's more this was her home!

And so Harry flipped between gratitude and annoyance over: her father, eaves dropping, Frances Trafford and Dempsey keep taking control in her home but what really took the biscuit was when he told her how to search a room.

"I mean really search this place. Are you with me?"

"Unfortunately I seem to be"

So damn infuriating. Even more bloody infuriating was missing the document and worse than that was bloody Dempsey finding it.

"It doesn't give me much time"

"For what?"

"I suppose bed is out of the question"

She was looking stunning, he couldn't resist the titbit she had just given him, and he took the bait

"Makepeace you chose the strangest times"

Makepeace turned, exasperated and unsure if her frustration was with herself or him.

As he left Dempsey wondered for a second whether to return and say something encouraging to Makepeace, but decided it wasn't needed. He was coming to respect her police work, sometimes she was a touch innocent still but she had mind that tussled away at something until she found the connections or answer. What's more unlike a lot of the guys in this country she didn't seem to mind being tooled up. The NYPD never bothered about carrying guns but some never fired their pieces. What's more the guys never kept their gun on their inside thigh held by a garter, boy she had great legs and he rather liked the thought of stroking that thigh.

Dempsey found the Chinese guy, sussed that he had also been outside and took himself off to bed, everyone seemed to be back in the house. He thought about saying goodnight to Harry and dismissed it she would just say something sardonic.