A/N: Hi, I'm Ayla. This is my first fic so please let me know what you think.
Confession Time
Her leaving party was in full flow; many of the officers she had worked with before had come to say their goodbyes, and even some people who she'd never encountered before were present at the pub. She'd just finished her latest round of mingling and had returned to the table where the boys were sat, which was cluttered with empty glasses and empty packets of crisps. Gerry was in the middle of one of his anecdotes about catching a serial fraudster in the Eighties, Dan was politely sipping his orange juice and Steve was laughing along with Gerry. She caught Dan's eye and smiled at him; it wasn't the first time they'd heard this particular story, and for him, it wouldn't be the last. Although it would for her, she realised with a pang of sadness, as Gerry reached his conclusion, and the table erupted in laughter.
"Guv, I was just thinking, now that you're leaving…do you have any confessions to make?"
She frowned suspiciously, sipping her white wine. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know, just stuff that you've done over the years that you haven't told me or the others about," he elaborated, shrugging. "Now's the time to say."
"I can't seem to do anything without you lot finding out," she smirked, although there was a miniscule hint of nervousness in her expression. It was only a bit of fun, of course, but she suddenly felt under pressure. She could choose to tell him things, or she could choose to keep a few secrets. She sighed. What the hell, she was leaving in the morning anyway, and most of the things she said wouldn't make much sense to Dan and Steve.
"Alright, erm…you remember when we investigated that case in Soho, where those photos were found in that pub?"
"Yeah, why?" Gerry grinned, leaning forward with intrigue. He really was loving this.
"Do you remember Chris Parr, the artist?"
"Yeah," he said slowly.
"Well…I slept with him," she admitted.
"Aha! I knew there was something going on," Gerry grinned broadly. "So what happened then?"
She shrugged. "Nothing, it was just a one night stand. It fizzled out pretty quickly."
"Ah. You slept with anymore suspects we should know about?" he teased, as Dan and Steve looked on in a fusion of bemusement and bewilderment.
"No," she snapped. "Although there was James Larson,"
He nodded, knowing full well that she preferred not to talk about him and deciding not to broach the subject further.
"Oh, and that time half your stash of whiskey went missing, it was me and Emily who drank it, when I was helping her with her application for promotion," she said, lightening the mood. "I blamed it on Jack, but it was us really."
"I'll have to have a word with her about that next time I see her," he laughed.
"What about us, Sandra, you got any confessions to make to us?" Steve asked in his kindly Scottish accent, gesturing to himself and the most recent newcomer to the team.
"Um…no, I don't think so. I think I've been very welcoming to you both," she smirked.
"You have, actually, under the circumstances," Dan smiled.
"Thank you."
"Alright, alright, let's have a toast," Gerry announced. "To Sandra, the best guv'nor I've ever had."
"To Sandra," the rest of the team echoed as she looked on with a wide smile.
She would miss this.