Disclaimer: This story is for fan purposes only. The plot and characters belong to their respective owners (not me!) and are used here without permission. Enjoy!
Author note: Usually I write after viewing, reviewing, analysing, and dissecting an episode, but in this case, I felt compelled to write after only a few stolen glimpses. I might not have all the quotes down verbatim, but the meaning is there.
The morning that One for Sorrow begins was a particularly amorous one for Laura and Robbie...
"It's time to get up, love." Robbie said as he nudged Laura, who was sprawled across his chest.
"Mmmmph," she moaned. "I wish we could stay just like this," she said, running her fingers though his chest hair.
"Come on. We need a shower, breakfast, and then it's off to work!" Robbie said, this time slapping her behind into action.
"Robbie," she said as she sat up and looked at him, "I think I'm ready to move into the next phase of our life together." She felt a chill as Robbie stared back at her, so she pulled the covers around her nude self.
"You want to get married?" He asked, his voice both incredulous and hopeful.
"Married? No, I want to retire and spend the rest of our lives together. The NHS is offering early retirement package, and I think I should look into it."
"But you're so young…" (Laura beamed at him) "…and you love pathology!"
"Pathology is overrated," she said, kissing him, running her hand down his chest, stomach, and continuing its descent from there. Robbie laughed as she gave him a little squeeze.
Turning serious again, Laura asked him, "you don't want to get married again, do you?"
Robbie said nothing, but gave her a bashful smile, a shrug, and a little squeeze of his own.
"If you're looking for something more permanent, Robbie, might I suggest a tattoo?" Laura suggested wickedly.
"You know, what, pet? I'm perfectly happy the way things are."
Later that day, an archaeological excavation of an ancient well had revealed a corpse, reuniting Inspector Lewis and Dr. Hobson.
Lewis had been peppering Hobson with questions that she didn't yet have the answers to. Enter Detective Sergeant Maddox with an approximate date range for the dumping of the corpse.
Lewis was proud of his sergeant (no matter what Hathaway said, he still liked to think that he was responsible for Maddox) and used that source of pride to tease Hobson, something no other Inspector could get away with on the job.
"See there? That's detective work. I always said that pathology was overrated." Lewis said, and Hobson could do nothing but give him a goofy grin.
Maddox knew that there was more to that grin than met the eye but decided it was best not to question it. The three continued on with their jobs.