I began this story after OG2. I felt there was more to Elvis and Georgie's relationship at the end of the series than was presented. The tender intimacy that Georgie shared with Elvis in the ambulance led me to believe she didn't just switch that off and leave him at the hospital…unfortunately, I abandoned the story but would like to restore it … likewise I felt their "reunion" in OG3 would have gone a bit differently…..(maybe a different story).

Anyway….I do not own these characters. They are the creation of Tony Grounds. I am simply borrowing them to live and thrive in my fictional universe. I hope you enjoy….feedback is most welcome! Thanks for reading !

"A Special Force"

Chapter 1

"Do You Love Me?"

Beneath a cloudy sky she pulled into the car park eyeing a spot just around the corner. A light sprinkle of rain danced on the windshield and the wipers quickly dashed them away.

Georgie parked the car and turned off the wipers. She sat back and shut the car engine down.

How many times had she been to this place? Manchester Hospital, for a training session here and there or to meet Jamie. Neither of those was true today. Georgie peered out the windshield, watching beads of rain form on the black hood. She inhaled a deep breath and savored it. Not so much for the partial relief it did to settle her nerves, but the air carried a familiar scent. Elvis' scent lingered in the small cabin of the car. A myriad of memories flooded her mind as she took in another breath and closed her eyes…

"Do you love me?"

"You know I do…"

"And you would do anything for me?"

.."Yes!"

Georgie opened her eyes and stared at the droplets accumulating on the windshield like all of the emotions that were assaulting her one by one. She did not ask Elvis to leave her alone. She asked him to neutralize Abu. He kept his promise and put his own life on the line to do so. He could not have completely known how Abu would react to his confrontation, but that was Elvis.

He was brave but impulsive. He did not back down and was the most determined bastard she ever knew. He was handsome and funny and oh how she had missed him. She leaned her head back against the cushioned rest. "Oh Harte, what you do to me," she whispered to herself. Suddenly a car door slammed closed next to her and she was abruptly startled out of her thoughts. The noise made her heart race and she rubbed her hands together to collect her composure. She laughed then, reminding herself that she was still recovering from her ordeal in Kenya. Every sharp noise reminded her of gun fire. She decided that she had better get going. Spanner had texted her well over an hour ago informing that Elvis had been moved out of intensive care and to a general patient room. She was to meet Spanner in the waiting room. Georgie collected her purse and zipped her jacket closed. She looked around the interior of the car remembering the last time she was there sitting next to Elvis, going along on a "mission" with him. Her heart flipped in her chest.

As she approached the entrance to the hospital she began to wonder if she would run into Jamie.

"Oh shit," she said under her breath, "I hope I don't see him." It was two days since the demise of their wedding. She was fairly confident that Jamie would have nothing to do with her hence forth, considering his abrupt withdrawal from her in the cemetery. She understood how he felt.

A part of her could find reason to forgive Elvis, knowing she turned around and did the same thing. Of course she talked to Jamie afterward. Elvis went MIA. But now she knew Elvis stilled loved her, had always loved her in fact. She walked to the elevator and pressed the button. Shortly the door opened and she was on her way to the third floor. The elevator door opened and she could see the waiting room just across the hall. Spanner was standing in the doorway but had his back to her. He probably heard her approaching because he turned around just as Georgie said, "Hey Spanner." He smiled at her. "How is he?" she said. Spanner gestured for her to sit on the couch. They were alone in the room. "He's been here about an hour. Sleeping most of it. I think they still have him pretty doped. But he knows he was moved. He asked about you Georgie." "What did you tell him?" she asked. "I told him you were coming," Spanner responded. Georgie smoothed her hair away from her face then looked down at her hands. She was not able to make eye contact with him.

Spanner stared at her hard. Georgie kept her head down, studying her hands in her lap. He ducked his head lower hoping to make eye contact. Eventually Georgie looked up at him quizzically. "He loves you," Spanner said. "Just like that then?" she quickly replied with palms up and hands pleading. "He gave me up!" she said. Spanner sat back and smiled softly. "No Georgie, he never gave you up. He thought you would give him up. But I didn't say that," Spanner said with a smile but then looked at her hard. "Why would I have given him up? Huh? I loved him. I wanted to marry him. I never thought I would marry anyone!" she said, standing and pointing down the hall. Georgie caught herself from shouting, "he changed all of that! Why would I reject him?" She stood there, eyes pleading and brimming with tears. Spanner wiped a hand across his face and stood up. "He didn't think you'd accept him knowing about the baby," he said finally. Georgie was about to burst and Spanner held up his hands. "I know, I know, it sounds mad and he knows he handled everything badly. With Debbie, with you…" he said gently. Georgie ran a trembling hand through her hair and took a deep breath. "It should have been my decision about whether I'd accept him with a baby. Not his," she finally said, her voice weary. Spanner moved toward her and placed his hands beside each of her shoulders and said, "Look, you're right. He knows that. A day has not gone by that the Boss hasn't regretted what he did. Now you can make your choice. If you love him, then tell him. If not, and you have an ounce of feeling left for him, put him out of his misery." Georgie just looked at Spanner. Her mind was reeling from her emotions and outburst. Hearing these words from a man who would not break a confidence, who she knew was one of Elvis' closest friends; she began to feel the truth in all of this. She wiped the tears away that slowly began to trickle down her cheeks. Spanner gently massaged her shoulders saying, "We never had this conversation Georgie," and gave her a knowing look. Georgie chuckled softly and her eyes darted to him as she said, "you lads are unreal! Is everything with you four classified?" Spanner gave her a crooked smile and said, "I can't answer that." Georgie reached down and snatched her purse from the couch, "oh bloody hell!" she said. "What room did you say he was in?" she said as she pushed her hair back.