Hiya everyone! I wrote this when I was over in England, and it's pretty much been sitting on my hard drive wasting away.

It's just a Lynley/Havers oneshot, set during episode104 "Missing Joseph". Hope you enjoy! Please R&R.

Death Threats

By Tricki

Detective Sergeant Barbara Havers leant against one of the police Land Rovers and raked a hand through her hair, while shakily releasing a breath she didn't realise she was holding.

"Are you all right?" Her partner and superior officer, Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley, queried; concern scrawled across his handsome countenance. She turned her enormous green eyes on him.

Havers lowered her hand and noticed it was trembling. "Can you do me a favour next time and not?" She asked sardonically. He winced. What in god's name had he done in the last two days to turn every woman in his life against him? He wasn't sure he could take another battering from her.

"I'm sorry?" Her eyes moistened very slightly as she studied his adorably puzzled face. Everything was slipping away from her – everything familiar disappearing, drifting away within her grasp but beyond her control. She couldn't lose him as well. She needed him. He was her only point of stability, her best friend. He was the only man she'd ever really, completely, selflessly loved. She trusted him with the parts of her she didn't even trust herself with. She didn't want him to know any of this, of course, but she still couldn't lose him. She couldn't be without him after knowing what it was to have him in her life.

His chest rose and fell with his soft breathing and the thought of it not doing so made her want to hit him.

"Just never do that again, alright?" He could hear anger beginning to bubble in her tone. The truth was it wasn't meant to come off as anger.

Admittedly she was angry with him for doing something so bloody stupid, though.

Almost laughingly he uttered "Havers, I don't know what you're – "

"That! In there!" She cut him off, gesturing to the abandoned rail-house in which he'd almost been shot mere minutes before. He followed the gesture with his eyes, mystifying over exactly what about saving a fourteen-year-old girl from the woman who sole her from her mother he was suddenly disallowed to do. And on top of that, why his partner was suddenly in a position of authority to disallow him to do anything. And why there was a part of him willing to allow her to disallow him from things...

"I was just doing my job, Barbara." He muttered softly. He wondered what he could do to comfort her – or at the very least calm her.

Her hair was falling over her eyes quite adorably, and he was considering brushing it back until, in a completely unprecedented moment of intimacy, she wound her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. He curled his arms around her without thinking about it, although a puzzled look pulled onto his face.

"Urgh. You're bloody insane, do you know that?" She pulled back just as fast as she'd embraced him, and gave him a glare so furious it was a marvel he didn't die on the spot.

"I swear to god, if you ever even think about knowingly walking into a room with an armed psychopath without a bulletproof vest on again, I'll bloody shoot you myself."