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The Beach

DCI Tom Matthias needed peace and quiet. A calm away from the chaos that his life had become. It seemed he had no rest away from the little caravan he had come to think of as home. Running a hand over his tired face he tried not to think about Meg and his family back in London. The divorce was finalised, she couldn't bare to look at him. Now Mared, Sian, Lloyd and Prosser had seen a side of him he thought he had left behind him in England.

"Da iawn Tomos, da bloody iawn." He sighed heavily, looking out over the Welsh coastline. He wanted to scream, yell at the unfairness of it all. He worked in a job he loved, in a town that had become home. He had settled, found his niche but now. Now he wasn't so sure.

Xxxxxxx

Mared picked the post up from the mat, knowing she was expected to be at the station in less than an hour. Car keys in one hand she threw the assortment of brown envelopes on the hall table before grabbing her battered red duffle coat and leaving the house. Swearing under her breath as she ran to the car, trying to ignore the icy rain she tried not to think about how her boss and best friend would react when he saw her. The pitying looks from Sian and Lloyd would be hard enough to bare. The last thing she wanted was to see the same look in Mathias' eyes. She turned the key in the car ignition, frustrated when the engine didn't start.

"Car dwp!" She hit the steering wheel. "Oh come on! Not today." She tried the engine once more as she silently thanked whatever God controlled old battered fords as the engine finally complied. Now all she had to do was face her team.

Xxxxxxx

Sian tucked her blonde hair behind her ear as she stared at the computer. Delyth from the Drugs Squad had asked for help on a case when a known drug dealer John Morgan had been found dead on a drug raid. What had been a straightforward drugs raid had become a murder inquiry. That meant her team was now involved in a joint investigation. Narrowing her eyes she focused on the computer, ignoring the arrival of her colleagues.

"Sian?"

"Bore da." She kept her eyes on the screen. "Lloyd?"

"Shwmae? You're early." He shrugged off his jacket as Sian looked up. "They in yet?"

"Prosser is. No sign of Matthias or Mared yet. It's still early." She leant back in her chair. "Coffee?"

"Kettle's on." He smiled slightly. "Do you think they'll be ok?"

"Those two? Who knows? She'll be all self contained and shut everyone out and he'll shout and strop."

"Normal Wednesday then." Lloyd handed her the drink. "You working on that murder? The one Delyth and Lee are working on?"

"Yeah." She sipped the coffee. "Do you think they'll be ok? Really?"

"Honestly? Who knows?" Lloyd paused. "Who knows?"

Xxxxxx

A/N should I go on? The Welsh in this - "da iawn Tomas, Da iawn" (well done Tomos, well done."

"Car dwp." - stupid car

Shwmae? - how are you?