„Charly 5 to control", came a loud voice from the radio.

Neither Dempsey or Makepeace responded. There they stood, watching at the river Thamse, where Daish drowned himself. In the distance they could hear sirens.

„Charly 5 to control!" The voice was even louder.

Harry Makepeace grapped the microphone to answer the call but she stopped and stared at her partner.

„What the hell is going on there, Charly 5?", Superintendent Spikings yelled through the radio.

She tried to give Dempsey the microphone but he did not respond.

„You should answer, Dempsey", she said quietly.

„Nope, no reason for that", he answered abstracted.

She could see her former boss getting red and rubbing his head. He had to be really angry.

„You better answer, bloody Yank or I'll take you to the airport", he threatened now.

„Control to Charly 5", she said into the mike.

„Makepeace? Are you there with that ruthless American of yours? I want you both in here right now! Did I make myselfe clear? Over and out!", Spikings shouted and Harry let the microphone sink.

„What now?", Dempsey asked and glanced at her.

„You heard it yourself, Dempsey. This is a huge thunderstorm and we have to get through it" she said softly, with a smile spreading across her lips.

„So, you are in or what?", he asks curiously.

„Without me, you're screwed. We should drive into the office. I guess I have to sort out some things", she told him quietly.

„We're partner again? I knew you come back. You can not live without me."

„This is wrong. You can not survive without me as we have just seen", she teased.

„Then you better take care, that I stay alive."

With a smile on his lips, he sat in the passenger seat.

„You drive, princess", he called through the open window.

During the trip, they did not exchange a word. It was apparent that both felt uncomfortable and did not know what to say. Dempsey stared absently out the window as she drove the car through city traffic. The trip lasted nearly 20 minutes and Makepeace drove into the garage.

„This is ridiculous. We no longer talk to each other? I feel like a school girl on her first day. Can you please say something, Dempsey? Spikings will freak out. I wasn't on duty and I have no more authority. This action was against the law and I do not know how you could persuade me. I'm not a cop anymore. Please, talk to me, Dempsey", she begged scared.

„I needed you, Harry, that's why", he answered softly and handed her the badge.

She looked at him in surprise. With trembling fingers, she took her badge in her hand.

„What..."

„You were always on duty, Harry. I would never force you to something illegal", he whispered, embarrassed.

„I quit, Dempsey. How is that possible? What did you do? What about my dismissal notice? I placed it on Spikings desk with my badge and my service weapon",she said in horror.

„I sneaked into his office and took all your things. Spikings has never read the notice. He only had your word. I have convinced him that all you need is time and you come back again soon. And I was right. Here you are again", he said proudly.

„Are you totally crazy? Why can't you accept my choices? You are patronizing me again and again. Tell me one reason why I should not go?",she yelled angrily.

„Because you don't want to go. You love your job. You love what we are doing. And I can not let you destroy yourself. You want to go? I'm not holding you back. Go and get unhappy. Do your history job and dust or come with me and do, what you love to do. You're the best cop, I know",he explained his position.

She knew he was right. Harry loved her job and she loved to work with him. She felt very comfortable and safe at his side. But at that moment she felt uncertain. Her heart raced. That look on his face made her nervous. These wunderful, gentle, brown eyes were starring at her and she looked away, embarrassed. Did he know what was going on? She could not look at him. He would see through her directly.

„C'mon Harry, you known I'm right. Maybe we should go upstairs and afterwards we go for a drink. It's on me", he suggested.

„I'm not in the mood to go out, Dempsey. It was a hard day and I want to go to bed with a glass of wine",she said barely audible.

„You want company?", he joked.

„Not funny, Dempsey. Really not funny. Let's go and get through it", she said and stepped out of the car.

When they entered the office, Spikings was already in the doorway.

„Bonnie and Clyde in person. I'm impressed. It is really an honor. I want you two in my office, right now!"

They entered his office and closed the door behind them. Harry played nervously with her hands while Dempsey casually leaning against the door.

„You had a nice holiday, Sergeant?", Spikings asked grimly.

„Sir, I can explain everything. I...", she began.

„I don't want to hear it, Sergeant. Dempsey and I had a long conversation and I know, what he did for you. So, I guess my best team is back again? I really hope, that you two are getting along and I want you to working together again, is that clear? Nothing happend and I don't remember your words Makepeace, when you left my office the last time. Tomorrow after noon, I have the report on my desk. Signed by both of you. Now, get out!"

„I'm so sorry, sir. I...", she tried again but was interrupted.

„Having problems with your ears, Sergeant? OUT!"

After Harry had left the office, Dempsey remained standing in the doorway.

„Thank's Boss, I owe you one", Dempsey said shortly.

„Bring her back on track, that's all I want. Talk to her, Lieutenant. Sort it out and after that, I really hope you can still work together. She is a good girl and important to me, you understand me? When you hurt her, you will regret it. Did I make myself clear?", Spikings said seriously.

Without another word, Dempsey left the office. Harry sat at her desk as Dempsey sat on the edge of it.

„What do ya wanne do, Harry? You still wanne run away?", he asked seriously and raised one eyebrow.

„Do you see me run, Lieutenant? I think, we should call it a day", she suggested.

„My car is still at the pub. Can you drive me, so I can get it?", he asked kindly.

„Maybe you should walk, Lieutenant. You are always doing the leg work, remember?", she smirked.

„I'll buy you a drink," he said and winked at her.

„Do you really think I'm that cheap?"

„I'm serious, Harry. We need to talk."

Harry's stomach tightened. His usually bright eyes looked at her sadly. She knew he was right and they had to talk but she did not feel ready for that conversation. What should she tell him? How should she explain her behavior? Was it the right time to tell him the truth? Could she admit her feelings?

TBC

My first D&M FF in english. So be patient*lol* It's going to be a short one. It is my idea of how the series should have ended. I really have a writers block on the other stories but I guess that one is going better*gggg* I needed a new challenge...so I tried in english. I have to work 6 shifts a week at the moment but I hope I can finish the story until the end of the week.

Love and hugs

Michaela