As Myra was taken away in the police car, Dempsey watched Harry as she watched the car disappear from view. As he looked at her, he felt a burning desire from deep within to just sweep her off her feet and tell her how much she meant to him. He had come so close to losing her today; the thought made him shudder to the very core. Instead, he just watched her. Her large blue eyes sparkling, her light blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze. The thought of losing Harry was an impossible one. He had only realised how much he needed her when he thought that he had lost her. He imagined his life without her as he stood, still observing. London was his home now. He missed New York from time to time, but he always had Harry to distract him and to cause any thought of America to disappear. One thing he had learned today was that no matter where he was, be it London or America, his world would be empty without Harry in it.
As Dempsey stood thinking about life without Harry, Harry turned around to face him and started to walk closer to him. The sound of her shoes scraping on the ground below brought Dempsey back into realisation and he couldn't help a smile escaping his lips as he saw Harry gaining in on him. She stopped directly in front of him, unsure of what to say. Her mind was working overtime too. Dempsey had nearly killed Coltrane today – if she hadn't have arrived in the nick of time, she knew that Dempsey would have pulled the trigger. It made her wonder what sort of person Dempsey was. A man who would kill another who was unarmed. Sure, Coltrane was a bastard who deserved no sympathy. But Harry always believed that you should never take the law into your own hands. With the thoughts swimming around in her head, there was only one that constantly came back to rest at the forefront of her mind; Dempsey was free now. Free to go back to America. Free to leave her.
"Boy! What a day, eh partner?"
"You can say that again!"
Dempsey looked directly into Harry's eyes as he spoke. "For a minute there, I thought you were a goner."
Harry looked directly back at him, seeing the softness of his deep, brown eyes. "For a moment, Dempsey. I thought the same. I had a gun pointed at my head. I've never been so scared."
Dempsey felt a rush of guilt surge through him. It was down to him that Harry was involved with Coltrane in the first place. He just wanted to put his arms around her and tell her how he really felt about her. Over the last few months, his feelings had grown stronger and stronger for Makepeace. She was such a huge part of his life now. He worked with her every day. He preferred a night in with Harry as opposed to a night on the town with the boys from SI10. And when he did go out, he liked Harry to be at his side. He didn't feel the urge to try and impress some woman and take her back to his place. He was happy to spend his time with Harry, drinking, dancing, and having her on his arm; ending the night by crashing out on her sofa. He loved the constant banter between them, the flirtation and the chemistry that, to him, were apparent. So far, he had done nothing about his growing feelings for Harry, but today had shown that life was too short to stay silent.
At the same time he worried that if his feeling were revealed, it would ruin their friendship forever. That was the last thing he wanted. He'd rather have her as his best friend than nothing at all. He furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about what he felt when he looked at her. Damn, she was beautiful! He always knew she was attractive, but looking at her today, he could see that she was perfect, and everything that he wanted. Could it be that he possibly loved Makepeace?