A/N: I am aware that after Emma's death originally, that Gina Gold eventually left as Inspector. In this version, however, Gina hasn't left, leaving Smithy still a Sergeant.

March 2012.

Callum held back the rest of the team, as he waited for the go-ahead from Inspector Gold. The frosty air and early morning chill, already penetrating the jacket he wore, and misting his breath as he exhaled. Behind him, Nate hopped from foot to foot, in an effort to warm up, before blowing on his ungloved hands, in a vain attempt to combat the cold.

"Easy Nate," said Callum quietly, readying himself for the action to come. "You'll have plenty to do to warm up soon."

They'd been staking out the drugs factory for over a year. All the principal players had been identified and logged. In just a few short minutes all the hard work would pay off; over a £100,000 of drugs would be taken off the streets of Canley and a major drugs baron and his cohorts along with it.

Callum glanced to his left, at Emma. Sensing his gaze, she turned to him, and smiled upon feeling the familiar butterflies he still managed to induce, even after almost two years of marriage. She nodded her head, to his unasked question; she was ready.

"Sierra-Oscar One to all units; GO! GO! GO!" Callum's radio crackled into life.

With a rush of blue serge and black boots as they moved as one, the group of officers stormed the building, following in the wake of SO19.

"POLICE! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!"

The twenty plus suspects turned and attempted to flee. SO19 swarmed the derelict warehouse, like a well-oiled machine, expertly rounding up the deviants.

Emma, cautioning a suspect as she handcuffed him, was caught off guard as he suddenly rose to his feet, shrugging off her attempts to hold onto him, and went tumbling to the floor.

Callum, already dealing with his own suspect, was just about to hand over his suspect to a waiting Roger to be escorted to an awaiting police van, and help Emma, when she managed to get to her feet, within seconds, and rugby tackled the fleeing man, to the ground. Pinning him down with a knee she was quicker handcuffing him, as she cautioned him.

Dragging him to his feet, she frog marched him in Callum's general direction, and the waiting transport. Callum stood with his hands on his hips, and shook his head, a grin on his face. Emma shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were just another day in the office. Her answering smile told a different story.

"Remind me to never get on the wrong side of you," said Will, to Emma, as he took a sip of his pint in The Seven Bells, later that night after shift.

Paper work, and booking in the arrests they'd made that morning had taken most of the shift to process. Despite that, morale still remained high; it had been a good result.

Emma looked innocently over the rim of her wineglass as she looked at Will, her eyes showing her amusement. "I'm full of surprises," she smiled modestly. She repressed a sudden shiver as she felt hostile eyes, boring into her back.

Taking a sip of her wine, she used it as an excuse to look around the pub, in the general direction; she felt the glare had come from. She saw nothing suspicious, but her good mood had vanished.

Callum came back to the bar after briefly congratulating a cluster of officers. Putting her wineglass back on the bar, she looked up at him, and his smile of greeting faded slightly, changing to a look of casual concern.

"Everything alright?" Callum wanted to know. "You're looking a bit pale. Are you sure that idiot didn't hurt you?"

Emma looked around the pub once more, still feeling spooked. "I'm fine, but I'd like to go home," she replied glancing around her, uneasily. "Debbie will be dropping the kids off shortly anyway."

Standing in the doorway of Devon and Charlotte's room, Emma hugged herself, trying to get rid of the chill, she still felt from the Seven Bells, as she watched Callum reading a bedtime story, a child on each knee.

Charlotte was already drowsy, her dark brown haired head dropping as she nodded off, only to jerk up again, as she fought the tiredness. Devon remained engrossed, as he alternated his glance from the picture book, to Callum's face, that so resembled his own.

Finally the story ended, and Devon scrambled down from his father's knee, with a high-pitched giggle. Although he was almost three years old, Devon was a head taller than most boys in his age group, and Emma suspected that he'd be taller than Callum one day.

After settling his sleepy daughter, Callum easily caught the giggling toddler and tipped him upside down over his shoulder, bringing with it fresh gales of laughter as Callum carried his son to the awaiting bed.

"You've been jumpy since the 'Bells," said Callum as he watched Emma get ready for bed. "Somethin' happen?" he wanted to know, toothbrush in hand.

Emma rinsed her toothbrush under the tap, before returning it to the holder on the windowsill. "It wasn't really anything," said Emma, with a slight frown. "I'm probably being all kinds of stupid for even letting it bother me."

Callum walked over to her, and embraced her. "Nothin' that makes you this edgy is stupid, Emma," he remarked. "Tell me."

She moved out of his embrace and reached for the mouthwash. "I was talking to Will and I just felt someone watching me, that's all." She shivered again at the memory. "When I looked around, I couldn't see anyone obvious. It could have been anyone."

"They definitely made an impression," said Callum, rinsing his toothbrush under the tap.

"I just want to forget about it," said Emma, reaching into the medicine cabinet, and pulling out a blister pack.

Callum watched her, a glint in his eyes. "I think we can find a way," he said suggestively, embracing her again, and kissing her neck. She shivered again, this time pleasantly.

As he kissed her, he reached for the blister pack of contraceptives she was holding, his large hand covering hers, as he took it from her. She pulled back, ending the kiss.

"Callum," she said, sounding tired.

"You don't have to take them," he hinted.

Emma sighed. This hadn't been the first time he'd brought the subject of having another baby up.

"We've got two perfect kids, Cal, and 'Lotte isn't even two yet. Devon will be starting nursery soon. It'll be a big change for him. Adding another baby now, will be a disruption he doesn't need."

Callum's crestfallen expression as she held out her hand for the pack, tugged at her heart, unexpectedly. As she reached for the pack her fingers closed around his hand, and he looked at her. Grabbing his other hand she pulled his arms around her waist, so he was embracing her.

"Give me a year, and I'll consider it then," she said, compromising, as she looked into his eyes.

He grinned, his embrace tightening as he kissed her passionately.