Okay, I couldn't resist writing this any longer. Especially after this week's episode. I am firmly in CJ/Molly camp but I can accept them splitting up…it happens… I think I could even accept CJ / Georgie if it was written right but it's come out of no where for me.

A friend who hasn't actually watch s1 did say she wondered whether CJ and Georgie would get together after watching s2…and yes, there were some scenes where they seemed to bond and develop a friendship…if they had developed that, it would have been more believable.

They knew Elvis was being killed off at the beginning of s3… They should have started CJ and Georgie bonding in Nepal. CJ was already struggling then and it would have been more believable if he had confided in her about problems with Molly…Plus that Milan guy was pretty pointless…They could have even done without Bones' character…If they wanted to get Georgie and CJ together, I wish they had concentrated on developing their characters more. I read some comments that CJ needed to get with Georgie otherwise he wouldn't have much of a storyline going on…they could have centered his storyline on struggling with PTSD and Georgie didn't need another love story, 6 months after Elvis dying and sleeping with Milan.

I suppose we do have 2 more episodes left, so who knows what will happen. CJ seems more like the bossman we know in the last episode but I hope they don't just forget about the PTSD storyline now.

Anyway, this story… My version of one way things could have gone…Don't worry, I've not given up on my other story. I'm hoping that will be updated very soon!

Missing in Photographs

Georgie paused on the doorstep, thinking twice about ringing the bell. She wasn't even sure if she should have come; she was probably crossing a line but she didn't know what else to do.

Her family didn't understand what she was going through and she felt so helpless with Elvis' family and in the way while they tried to plan his funeral. His parents had requested one thing from the army but it was turned down. She thought if she came here she might be able to help them…And she knew it was something Elvis would want.

She pressed the bell before she could change her mind again and waited nervously; she was doing this for Elvis, she told herself.

The door opened and revealed a surprised looking Molly James.

"Georgie? Hi…"

"Hi." Georgie smiled weakly. "Sorry, I should have called but…"

"No, its fine…It's nice to see you." Molly stepped aside and opened the door widely. "Come in."

Georgie entered the house and followed Molly down the hall way towards the kitchen. She glanced around; it wasn't exactly what she expected Captain James' home to look like. She always imagined he'd live in something trendy, all sleek and simple with everything tided away, out of sight. Although, the décor and furniture was modern it was every inch a family home, warm and cozy. There were shoes littering the hallway, all different sizes and coats and jackets overflowing on the pegs.

Georgie realized it was the perfect mix of Captain James and Molly. She felt a stab of jealousy; Elvis and she will never have this.

As she followed Molly down the hallway towards the kitchen, she glanced into the living room to see that it looked like a bomb had gone off in a toyshop. Toys were scattered all over the place but what surprised Georgie was that along with cars and superhero action figures there was also a Disney princess castle. She frowned, she was sure the boss only had a son from his first marriage.

"Would you like a drink?" Molly offered, opening the fridge. "Tea, coffee…We have orange juice and lemonade…There's some wine…I think we have some vodka in the freezer too."

Georgie smiled. "Tempting but I think it's a bit early for that…A tea would be good though."

"Grab a seat." Molly nodded to the kitchen table as she picked up the kettle. "Milk, sugar?"

"Just milk, ta…" Georgie sat down, casting her eye around the room and couldn't help but smile when she spotted the coffee machine. She remembered when Elvis had been trying to convince her to go out with him; she had made a comment about him being a stuck up officer and he had claimed he wasn't as bad as his best friend who had his coffee machine shipped out to him on tour. She hadn't believed him at first.

"So, how have you been?" Molly asked as she put the biscuit tin on the table before returning to the counter to finish making the tea. "I was going to call but I had a feeling everyone would be calling and I didn't want to hound you…"

"You weren't wrong…" Georgie gave her a small smile. "I know everyone means well but it gets a bit much sometimes, you know?"

"Yeah…" Molly placed a mug in front of her before taking a seat opposite. "I know it's not the same but when Charles got shot…those few weeks not knowing whether he was alive… It felt like the world had stopped for me but continued for everyone else…"

"Yeah, that's a pretty good description…" Georgie pulled apart a custard cream. "And most days I don't know whether I want to try and catch up with everyone else or just stand still and let them carry on without me."

"Are you talking to anyone?" Molly asked gently.

"I didn't want to…but the army is making me." She replied. "Says I have to before I'm allowed back to work…Going to spend some time at Preston for the time being…"

"That's good…staying close to home."

Georgie let out a laugh. "Yeah, well let's see if I'm still saying that after a few more weeks."

"Your family driving you insane?"

"They just don't understand…and I can't really blame them…They didn't have the best opinion of Elvis and then I went on tour, come back with the news that he was dead and I had gotten engage to him again hours before." Georgie sipped her tea.

"I still can't really believe it…He always seemed bullet proof." Molly said quietly. "When Charles told me…I thought…I thought he was winding me up…If it wasn't a skype call and I couldn't see the devastation on his face…I would have been expecting Elvis to sneak into the house and scare the bleedin life out of me."

"That sounds like something he would do…" Georgie smiled sadly. "Speaking of the boss…Is he around?"

"He's taken the kids to the park…trying to get them to burn off some energy…" Molly answered glancing at her watch. "They should be back soon though…"

"Kids?" Georgie repeated. "You two didn't have a baby and forget to tell the rest of us, did you?"

Molly snorted. "Like we'd be able to keep anything a secret from 2 section…Nah, we have both Sam and Laura this weekend…"

"Who's Laura?" Georgie questioned before her brain caught up. "Laura? Elvis' Laura?"

"Yeah…"

"You're looking after her for the weekend?"

"She spends quite a bit of time here, actually…" Molly said, frowning a little. "You didn't know?"

"Elvis and I never really talked much about her…" She replied quietly.

"He struggled with looking after her at first on his own…you know how close him and Charles are, so when it was his turn to have her, they would stay with Charles…" Molly explained, still not used to talking about Elvis in the past tense. "Even when we got married and moved here, they moved with us….Charles absolutely adores her and Sam thinks of her like a little sister…We all got used to them being here..."

"I thought Elvis lived in London?"

"He did when he didn't have Laura…but Debs doesn't live far from here and it made sense not to cart her all the way to his place." Molly answered. "Debs, she tries but she didn't have the best time after Laura was born…She had post-partum depression and she wanted to move back up north to be closer to her family so they could help out with Laura but it would have meant Elvis would hardly get chance to see her… So, we came up with an arrangement that we would still have her here twice a week and every other weekend even if Elvis was on tour...We have Sam every weekend anyway and now I'm working at the hospital, it meant at least one of us was always here to take care of them, so Debs agreed to stay."

"I never knew…" Georgie shook her head.

"I'm guessing Charles never mentioned it…"

"No, when I first joined 2 section, I was pretty clear with him that I didn't want to hear anything about Elvis…I guess, he was just respecting my wishes…" Georgie would give anything to go back and hear her captain out every time he tried to talk about Elvis…Maybe she would have forgiven him sooner…Maybe everything would have turned out differently. "I saw photos of you and the boss with a little girl on Facebook…I always assumed it was one of your sisters or a niece or something…"

"I'm sorry…Maybe I should have said something…"

Georgie shook her head. "No, why would you? You were just helping out your friend and his kid….and it's not as if we spend a lot of time together… If it wasn't for social media we would know next to nothing about each other's lives…"

"I'm still sorry…"

They both fell silent for a moment, sipping their teas as a distraction.

"How is she doing?" Georgie asked hesitantly. "I mean, she's what 5, 6? She must be finding it hard…"

"She is 4…5 in two months…" Molly replied. "She is having a hard time…she doesn't really understand…"

"She's not the only one…"

"She spent the last weeks with us…Debs was having trouble dealing with her and Charles seems to be the only one she'll settle for….plus, I think having her close is helping him." Molly told her. "But it's hard to… she's terrified every time she's can't see him… Worried what happened to her Dad will happen to him too…"

"God… How is it fair? She's only 4…she shouldn't have to be dealing with that."

"No." Molly agreed. "But hopefully with time, she'll get better…We're going to try and get her to see a specialist…someone who deals with kids going through grief…"

"You are? What about her Mum?"

"Like I said, Debs struggles…She tries but…" Molly trailed off and stared down into her tea, frowning a little. "Charles likes having her here…we all do but I sometimes think, he's so busy trying to deal with her grief that he's forgetting his own…"

"Well…He's the Bossman…That's his job, isn't it?" Georgie struggled with what to say. "He takes care of other people…it's what makes him a good captain."

Molly wanted to scream at her that he was only human…She knew he was strong…He was loyal …he was a rock for more people than either of them probably realized but they didn't know the toll it was taking on her husband. The guilt he felt for letting so many people down. The pressure he put on himself to fix everything. The pain he felt he deserved to live with.

"Moll?" Georgie looked at her in concern when she fell silent.

Molly wanted to confide in someone how much her husband was struggling and how hard she was finding it to help him but despite Georgie being a mate, she was also aware Charles was her commanding officer. She couldn't betray him like that. So instead she reached into the biscuit tin, taking one and then offered the tin to Georgie.

"Thanks." Georgie smiled and took another custard cream.

Molly looked at her watch. "I wonder where they've gotten too…I hope the kids haven't tricked him into taking them to McDonalds."

Georgie laughed lightly. "I can't imagine anyone tricking the boss into doing anything…or him even eating in McDonalds for that matter."

"You'll be surprised at what those two can get him to do when they team up…" Molly smiled. "Just don't tell 2 section…"

Molly couldn't help but think back to when she met Sam properly. She had already known she loved him before that day; if she was honest, she loved him before she even knew he was a Dad but watching him with Sam had made her fall for him even more. He was a great Dad and Molly had always found that side of him very attractive. Then the day, she got to his place and found him asleep with a 4 month old, Laura sleeping on his chest. Apparently Elvis had turned up in a state because Laura would not stop crying. That had been the day that Charles had found out why Elvis had stood Georgie up and it was the first time Molly had met Elvis.

"Well, I won't keep you long…" Georgie broke her train of thought. "There was just something I wanted to ask the boss?"

"Oh? Anything I can help with?"

"Nah, I don't think so...I wanted to speak to him about Elvis' funeral." Georgie replied. "I've been helping his parents sort it and when they spoke with the army about the service…they asked if Captain James would speak…"

"Georgie…" Molly sighed but the other medic kept talking.

"I know he wasn't Elvis' commanding officer or anything but I really think Elvis would prefer him to some officer who has to read from a paper because he hardly knew him…" Georgie stated. "The army said no but I think if the boss speaks with them…asked to do it…"

"Georgie," Molly cut in again, shaking her head. "Please don't ask him."

"What?"

"They asked him and it was him who said no."

"But why?" Georgie asked confused. "They were best friends…"

"Because he doesn't know what to say…Because he's going to have to go there and be a Captain…2 section will be there and the guys from Special Forces… He's going to want to stay strong for them…Plus, Elvis parents want Laura to come and well, I can't see Debs taking her and if Laura goes then Sam wants to go…He wants to say goodbye to Elvis…" Molly tried to explain. "I'm sorry but please don't ask him because if you do, he might agree and I'm worried it'll be too much to ask him to stand up and speak about his best friend…especially since he's hasn't really accepted his actually gone…"

Georgie didn't know what to say. She thought this would have been easy for her to fix. That Molly and the boss would have jumped at the chance to help he do something for Elvis. She hadn't considered just how much the boss would have been affected by what happened.

"I'm sorry, Georgie." Molly said quietly, reaching over and squeezing her hand. "You understand, right?"

She nodded slightly in reply but before she could say anything, they heard the front door open and the sound of little feet running down the hall.

A little boy appeared who was unmistakably Captain James' son. Georgie remembered when she and Elvis had first gotten engaged and they had talked about having kids. He had told her all about Sam and she could tell he adored his godson.

"Molly…" He whispered and ran over to her. "We brought you back an ice cream."

"Ice cream! Thanks mate." She took the slightly soften cornetto. "Why are you whispering?"

"Laura fell asleep…" He replied and glancing over at Georgie when he realized there was someone else in the room.

"Sam, this is Georgie." Molly introduced her. "She's a friend of Daddy and me."

Sam looked from her, back to the ice cream in Molly's hand before reaching up and rubbing his forehead, in concern. "We only brought back one ice cream…"

Georgie couldn't help but laugh; he looked like a mini Captain James. "Don't worry about me…I'll just eat all your custard creams…"

Sam grinned widely at her. "They're Daddy's favorite."

"Sam, can you put this in the freezer for me? I think I might have to save it until after dinner." Molly handed him back the ice cream as she stood up from the table after hearing the front door close again.

"Okay…" He shrugged. "Can I have a drink, please?"

"Sure, help yourself…" Molly ruffled his hair before looking at Georgie. "Excuse me a moment…"

Georgie watched her leave the kitchen and after a second, she stood up herself and moved to the door. She caught a glimpse of Charles walking into the living room with a small girl with long dark, curly hair in his arms. She moved a little further down the hallway so she could see into the room, watching as Charles led Laura down on the couch and taking a blanket from Molly to cover her before placing a small brown stuffed dog under her arm.

"I thought you were going to try and get her to stay awake so she slept tonight." Molly said quietly, as Charles kissed the child's forehead and stood up.

"I was giving her a piggy back home and she was asleep before I realized…" He answered. "I didn't have the heart to wake her…I think she only got about 2 hours last night…I'll wake her a bit but a quick nap won't hurt."

Molly's main concern was that while Laura was up all night and spent time napping during the day, Charles got close to no sleep. Molly also struggled to sleep when she knew they were awake which meant now they were nearing the end of the week, they were all exhausted bar Sam who was still a bundle of energy.

"You got ice cream all down your back…" Molly commented. "At least I hope its ice cream."

"She fell asleep while eating it…just shows how tired she was." Charles replied, twisting his head to try and look at how bad it was. "That chocolate stain is going to be hard to get out…This shirt is one of my favorites."

"I keep telling you to stop wearing your designer crap when you're with the kids…" She said, leading him out the room. "Kids and nice clothes don't mix."

"All my clothes are nice…I can't help it if I have good fashion sense." He quipped, placing both his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently as he followed her out.

Georgie felt another pang of jealousy as she listened to them. They were obviously going through a tough time after losing Elvis and dealing with Laura but at least they had each other.

Molly suddenly remembered Georgie was there when she saw her stood in the kitchen doorway.

"Look who's popped in for a cup of tea…" Molly glanced back at him before smiling towards Georgie.

"Lane?" He looked at her in surprise.

"Hey, Bossman." Georgie greeted. "Sorry for not calling first…"

"It's no problem." Charles assured her. "Is everything okay?"

"I just wanted to…" Georgie caught sight of Molly staring at her and tried to quickly think of a reason for her being there. "I was in the area and thought I check on how you were all doing…"

Charles looked between the two women, knowing there was more to it than that.

"She's been eating all your custard creams, Dad…" Sam supplied.

Charles raised an eyebrow at the comment. "Careful, Lane…Could put you up on a charge for that."

"Don't worry, he's not serious." Sam told her. "He's always threatening to put Molly up on a charge but she still doesn't listen to him."

"Alright, Scamp…Try not to give away all my secrets." Charles ran a hand through his son's hair, causing him to look up at him and grin. "Can you do me a favor? Run upstairs and get me a clean shirt."

"Okay." Sam immediately took off running, leaving just the three of them in the kitchen.

Charles moved over to the counter, picking up the bottle of milk that Sam had left out and went to put it back in the fridge.

"Damn it."

"What?" Molly looked over at him.

"Forgot to get more milk…" He held up the near empty bottle.

Molly rolled her eyes. "Meaning the only thing you went in the shop for was milk but let the kids distract you with ice cream…Remind me again, who's meant to be the tough, badass army captain in this relationship?"

"Remind me who's going to be all moody because they can't have a cup of tea and a bowl of coco pops in the morning…" He shot back, fighting a smile.

"Well, I guess it's me who's heading for the shops then, innit."

"I can go…" He offered, automatically.

"No, no, I don't mind…" Molly assured him. "Plus, she'll scream blue bloody murder if she wakes up and you've gone out without her."

"Can I come too?" Sam asked as he reentered the room, handing his Dad a t-shirt.

"Yeah, sure, Mate if you want."

"No more begging for sweets or chocolate…" Charles told him.

"Yeah, I'm not a soft touch like your Dad." Molly added, poking her tongue out at her husband and then ran out the room. "Come on, Sam…I'll race ya…"

Charles watched them go, shaking his head but couldn't help but laugh. Georgie felt like she was intruding on a family moment. The two of them teasing each other and taking care of their kids.

"Sorry about that…" Charles looked across at her. "Let me get this shirt in the wash then I'll make you another cup of tea."

"I can make it." Georgie told him, picking up her mug and poured the cold remains of her first cup down the sink before reaching to fill the kettle up. "Want one?"

"Coffee, please." He answered, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it in the washing machine. Seeing there were clothes already in there waiting to be washed, he poured in some washing powder and comforter before starting the cycle.

Georgie watched him as she waited for the kettle to boil. She wasn't in the habit of checking out Captain James but before he pulled on a clean t-shirt, she could tell he had lost weight in the time since the beginning of their latest tour. Taking a closer look, she noticed his hair was longer than normal and he was in need of a shave to comply with army regulation. She wondered if he would look even more tired than he already did without the beard.

"What? Is this stained too?" Charles questioned, looking down at himself when he noticed Georgie staring at him.

Georgie snapped back to paying attention. "Sorry, boss…just wondering if you are actually going to trust me enough to make you a coffee…I know how you are…"

"How I am? Not calling me a coffee snob, are you, Lane?" He asked amused. "You've been listening too much to Molly and El…"

He trailed off and they both tensed; knowing what he was going to say. Georgie turned back to making her tea, trying to blink away the tears before they started to fall.

"You know I didn't believe him when he first told me you took your coffee machine on tour with you…" Georgie forced herself to turn back to her captain and offered him a smile.

"I didn't always take it…" He replied rolling his eyes, sounding slightly defensive; Molly and Elvis always teased him about it. "Just when I'm in one place for a long time…I didn't take it to Kenya or Nepal."

Georgie let out a small laugh. "I remember not long after we got to Kenya, I came to see you about something but all I could think about was that I couldn't see the coffee machine… I was convinced he had been winding me up all along…So stupid now, I was so angry at him for such stupid things…"

Charles shook his head slightly. "Yeah, well he did a lot of stupid things for you to be mad about… and he knew it, Georgie…He knew he screwed up...Elvis was the type of guy that never had any regrets…He knew he made mistakes but he'd do what he would to fix them or accept them then move on…but that day he didn't turn up…he regretted that and it was never going to be something he'd move on from."

"I just wished we hadn't wasted so much time…" She whispered.

"You and Elvis sorted things out in the end…You were together again…knew how much you meant to each other…that's the main thing." Charles said softly. "The last thing he would want is you torturing yourself."

"Thanks, Boss…"

"Now, you going to tell me the real reason you're here?"

"Like, I said I was in the area with some friends…Coming here gave me an excuse to leave early…"

Charles raised an eyebrow. "You're not lying to your Captain, are you, Lane?"

"There was something I wanted to talk to you about but it doesn't matter now… It's sorted."

"Which means you mentioned it to Molly and she vetoed it." He guessed. "What is it?"

"It's fine, really, boss…"

"Spit it out, Lane…"

Georgie sighed, knowing he wasn't going to give up. She thought about what Molly said about him struggling but she couldn't help but wonder if doing this favor for Elvis' family would help him. Plus, he seemed a lot stronger to Georgie then Molly had said.

"I was helping Elvis' parents with his funeral." She stated. "They wanted you to speak."

"Ah…"

"You were his best friend…"

"Georgie, I'm sorry…I don't think I can…"

"No one knows him better then you." She continued. "And it would mean a lot to his parents…and to me…"

"I should have called them myself when the Brig asked me…explained why I couldn't."

"Please, boss…"

"I wouldn't know what to say….or how to even begin to say it."

"All that stuff you just said…about him not having regrets…the stories of the two of you…"

"Georgie…I can't." He cut in.

She stared at him for a moment before making one last attempt. "He'd want you to do it, boss."

He sighed and made his way over to the table and took a seat. "No, he wouldn't…"

"But…"

"A few years back…The first time I lost a man in my command was when I was on my 3rd tour of Afghan…Geraint Smith…he got shot in the neck and I crawled to him on my belly to retrieve him but there was nothing anyone could do… As his commanding officer I was asked to speak at his funeral…I thought it was the least I could do." He stared a head as he spoke. "But I couldn't find the right words…and I spent days and sleepless nights going through book after book…Elvis was there with me throughout…trying to be helpful but as he kept reminding me, poetry wasn't really his thing…"

Georgie smiled at that; she couldn't imagine Elvis willingly reading poems. She crossed the room and sat opposite him.

"Then my next tour…when I met Molly….Geraint's twin brother was under my command….Smurf." Charles continued. "He died too…Collapsed once we were home from a bleed to the brain…"

Georgie had heard a lot about Smurf from the lads in 2 section.

"This time I settled on reading the same thing I read at Geraint's funeral…Smurf had liked it." Charles told her. "After the service, his Mum had been upset…I knew she blamed me…both of her sons taken when I should have been taking care of them…then Molly told me she was going back on tour…and I wanted her to go …I knew she needed to go but when she left me stood alone in that church, I was terrified I'd never see her again."

"It must have been tough…"

"It was…" He nodded. "But then I turned around and sat at the back off the church was Elvis…He didn't know Smurf but he was there for me…Just like he always was…And we just sat there for what seemed like hours then he turned to me and said…"

"What?" Georgie frowned as he trailed off.

"He said if he ends up kicking the bucket then he didn't want me to do a reading…" He told her. "Said he didn't need me to stand up in front of everyone trying to find the right words… It wasn't long before that, that I had been shipped back to the UK in a critical condition…He said he'd follow me into the afterlife to kick my ass if I ever put him in that position…I just laughed and told him even though he was a mad bastard, he was also a lucky one…that nothing would happen to him…I truly believed that."

"I'm sorry…" Georgie reached over, covering his hand with hers. "I should have listened to Molly and not said anything."

"She's my own personal medic…" He gave her a smile. "Always looking out for me."

"Just make sure you let her." Georgie told him. "I know you're good at being the one in charge but sometimes you need to step back and let someone else care for you."

"I'm going to try."

Georgie squeezed his hand once more before sitting back in her chair and picking up her tea.

"Can I tell you something?" Charles asked quietly, staring down at the table.

"Sure."

"I'm mad at him." He admitted. "I'm mad he's gone and left us all behind…that because he's gone Laura can't go more than two hours without waking up screaming…that Sam is a bit more serious…anxious…I'm mad that Molly is watching every move I make…that she's trying to act strong but I know she misses him too….I'm mad that two days ago, I called his mobile to ask if he wanted to come watch a Bath game with Sam and me and it wasn't until his voicemail kicked in that I remembered he was never going to answer…I'm mad that he finally managed to sort things out with you and then went and got himself killed…"

He suddenly pushed himself to his feet, his hands raking through his hair as he walked half way across the room before turning back.

"But you know what I'm really fucking mad about? It was my fault…" His eyes shining with tears. "The decisions I made…"

"No." Georgie shook her head.

"I trusted Azizi…"

"Boss…"

"If it wasn't for me…If I hadn't…"

"You might have missed something being off with Azizi…but boss, you're only human…You thought he was your friend." Georgie stood up and moved closer to him. "But that second mission…Elvis, he knew the risk…he was the one who told us all to look out for IEDs… you can't take the blame for this….and he wouldn't want you to."

He stood, staring back at her with his hands on his hips before nodding his head slightly in the direction of the hallway.

"What do I tell her when she's older and wants to know what really happened to him?" He asked quietly.

"You tell her he died being a hero." Georgie answered. "That he didn't suffer and two of the most important people in the world were there with him."

"I didn't know Harry Kane was there…" Charles quipped after a brief pause.

Georgie let out a laugh and shaking her head at him slightly before turning serious again. "Boss? Have you been speaking with someone…?"

Charles opened his mouth to reply but before he could there was a cry from the living room and he immediately left the kitchen quickly. Georgie followed at a slower pace, leaning against the doorframe as she watched Charles pull Laura onto his lap.

"Hey, gorgeous girl…" He pushed her hair away from her face as she grabbed onto the collar of his t-shirt and laying her head against his chest. "Did you have a nice nap?"

If she didn't know better, Georgie would think she was watching a sweet father / daughter moment. Her heart ached; she wished she had the chance to see how Elvis had been with Laura.

Laura nodded sleepily with a yawn, blinking a couple of times before her eyes fell on Georgie.

Charles followed the little girl's eye line and smile.

"Laura, this is a friend of mine, Georgie…and was a friend of your Daddy's too." Charles told her. "Georgie, this is Laura Elizabeth Harte."

"Hi…" Georgie stepped fully into the room and held up a hand, giving Laura a little wave.

Laura looked up at Charles. "She's the lady from the pictures."

"Pictures?" Georgie looked questionably at him.

"There are some photographs of you in Elvis' bedroom." Charles explained.

"Ah."

"Want to see?" Laura jumped off Charles' lap and held her hand out to take Georgie's.

She looked at Charles, who gave her a small smile letting her know it was fine with him.

"Okay, sure." Georgie replied to Laura.

"I'll show you." Laura told her and pulled her out of the room and up the stairs, with Charles following.

The second they stepped into the room, Georgie was overwhelmed with the sense of Elvis. From his clothes to the smell of his aftershave.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked around. Reaching out and touching a maroon colored hoodie that had been thrown over the back of a chair. She remembered when he brought it…They had gone to Blackpool for the day and when they had left Manchester, it had been blue skies and warm so he only wore shorts and a t-shirt. By lunchtime, it was pouring with rain with a bitter cold wind. He had to buy it to keep dry and warm.

"We haven't sorted through his things yet…" Charles said from the door. "I don't know when we will but if there's anything you want…"

"Can I take this?" She held up the hoodie.

Charles nodded. "Of course."

Georgie hugged it too herself as she moved around the room, stopping at the window, surprised to see a telescope there.

"Didn't know he was interested in stargazing…"

"Uncle Charlie brought that for me…It's so I can look up at the stars when I'm telling Daddy about my day and saying goodnight." Laura explained; she now had a collection of photo frames on the bed and was pulling a thick album from the side table.

Georgie's heart broke a little bit more; Laura had said that as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"I got them all ready." The little girl announced, completely unaware.

Georgie swallowed the lump in her throat and forced a smile before joining her on the bed. "Okay, let me have a look."

"Will you two be okay if I go downstairs? Get a start on the cleaning up before Molly gets back?" He asked them after a few minutes of watching them.

"Sure, Boss." Georgie replied after looking down at Laura to see she didn't seem bothered by being left alone with her.

"Shout if you need anything." He told them before disappearing out the room.

Georgie had always loved looking through photo albums and this was no different. They sat there for over an hour looking at the photographs, talking about each one. There were some pictures of her and Elvis from before they broke up. Some of his family and of the guys from Special Forces. Georgie wondered whether she would be able to sneak out some of the ones of Elvis and Captain James which must have been taken when they first joined up. They both looked so young and carefree.

But most of the photos were recent ones…mainly of Laura and Elvis but quite a few featured Molly, Sam and Captain James. The familiar feeling of regret washed over her; she could have been there in those photos too if she had only given him a second chance earlier.

"Want to look again?" Laura asked her when they came to the end of the album.

"I think we better go check on your uncle, make sure he has been cleaning up like he said…He's been pretty quiet down there." Georgie replied.

She would have loved to have spent more time with Laura but knew she would have to get going soon if she was going to catch her train in time. Plus, her phone had been constantly vibrating in her pocket for the last 30minutes. Without looking she knew it would be her parents…worried about where she was.

"Okay." Laura jumped off the bed and ran out the room.

Georgie took one last look around, clutching his hoodie before slowly closing the door behind her.

As she made her way downstairs, she rolled her eyes at the amouth of missed calls and text messages from her parents and sisters. She quickly sent her mum a message, telling her she would be leaving soon and would call her when she was on her way.

"Uncle Charlie and Sam are watching the rugby…" She heard Molly tell Laura.

"Rugby's boring." Laura replied.

"Tell me about it." Molly answered. "How about you go sit with them and play on your tablet…Dinner will be ready soon, anyway."

"Okay."

Georgie watched her walk down the hall and into the living room but she stopped for a moment. When Georgie looked in, she could see the boss was asleep sat up with Sam curled up at his side, his head resting on his Dad's chest. She watched as Laura walked towards them, picking up her tablet and a pair of headphones on her way. She was surprised further when Laura covered them both witha blanket before climbing up onto Charles' lap putting her headphones on and settled back against him.

"I thought they had been quiet for too long…" Molly appeared at her side. "I suppose, at least it means he'll get some sleep."

"They look adorable…" Georgie commented. "I bet 2 section would love to see a picture."

Molly laughed. "Believe me, if he didn't have embarrassing photos of me, I'd be the first one sending it to them."

"I better get going…"

"You don't have too…Stay for dinner…there's plenty." Molly offered. "It'll be getting dark soon too…you could stay the night."

"I think my family might have a meltdown if I don't head home now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah…I know I probably crossed a line coming here and asking…"

"Georgie, I know Charles is your CO but he considers you a friend…we both do…" Molly told her. "You're always welcome here."

Georgie reached out and hugged her. "Thank you."

"If there is anything you need or if you want to talk…"

"I'll put you on speed dial." Georgie pulled back, giving her a small smile. "Say goodbye to them for me."

"I will." Molly followed her to the door, standing on the doorstep as Georgie made her way down the path.

"Molly?" She stopped halfway and turned back to her. "The boss…Has he spoken to anyone? About what happened?"

"Not properly…not yet…"

"Because some of the things he said…"

"I know…"

"He might need someone."

"Georgie, I know…"

She nodded. "He'll be okay."

"I know that too."

Georgie gave her one more smile before carrying on down the path. She knew they all had a long way to go before any of them were okay but no matter how much she wanted to give up, she knew Elvis wouldn't want her too. She just preyed Captain James knew that too.

This was meant to be a standalone but I may continue…Let me know what you think.

Thanks for ready!