Sheelagh smiled to herself. She didn't think she could have missed Des any more than she had, but now, being around him, she wondered how she'd managed. She was beginning to feel happy, it was a bit of an alien concept to her now after feeling down so long. She opened Des's bedroom door and walked in, she'd planned to find some clothes as hers were still soaked, a fleece and a pair of tracksuit bottoms would do, it was dark, no one would care that she looked like trainee cross-dresser. As she headed over to his closet, she looked at the bed. So many fond memories of their times in it, another smile crossed her lips and she went and lay down on it. She grabbed Des's pillow and buried her face in it and thought about all the times she'd been there before. She was still laid there thinking when Des returned from his shower, he hadn't expected her to still be there but was pleased to see she was. "Shee…?" Des asked, wondering if she was crying She peered up from the pillow and looked him "Are you ok?" He asked "Yeah I'm fine, why do you ask?" "Just thought you had your face in that pillow 'cos you were crying" "No I was just thinking" Des sat down beside her, he put one hand on her hip and pulled the pillow from her with the other. She wasn't crying but he wanted to be sure. He'd forgotten how she always seemed to look more beautiful in his bed, the thought made him smile. He lay down beside her and they looked at one another. Sheelagh stared into his eyes, she didn't know what she expected of him. Maybe that was it, maybe her expectations were too high, maybe she just needed to relax a bit, let things happen on their own, in their own time. They'd broken up because she couldn't have a relationship with him knowing he was a killer, it was against what she knew as a police officer and what she believed as a Christian. Now it seemed clearer to her, if going against what she believed in was what had split them up, how come she didn't tell anyone? Surely that made her guilty too? As she looked at Des, she knew in her heart that he wasn't a murderous monster, but could she live with him knowing what he'd done? The more she thought about it the more she realised Des had suffered enough, it wasn't fair to punish him for something he didn't really mean to do. He was a good man, a good copper, he'd certainly worked hard to try and make up for his mistakes, so that warranted credit. Des was laid there wondering what was going through Sheelagh's mind. He wondered if he should ask what their future together was, but he didn't want to upset her again, he'd rather be friends with her and never get to love her like he once did than have her at odds with him, he'd had enough of that to last him the rest of his life. Neither of them moved, they just lay there in silence. The moon appeared from behind the cloud that had been hiding it all night, it shone through the bedroom window, reflecting in Sheelagh's eyes and lighting up her face. "So…" Des said at last "Do you think we should move?" She asked "Only if you want to" She said nothing and shuffled across the bed to be closer to him, resting her head against his chest. He ran his hand round her face and brushed her hair behind her ear. As he lay there with her beside him, a song came into his head, and he smiled to himself… 'I don't know what to call it I don't know what it is I only know for certain I've never felt like this And, baby, it's the one thing I can believe There's nothing I fear in this life Long as I've got you by my side We're mighty as a hurricane, tougher than stone Stronger than anything I've ever known One look at us together anybody could see There ain't nothin' that can stand up to The power of you and me We're only good together, no good on our own Everything about you feels just like home Before you I don't remember how I got along You are the spark to my flame The only one that burns in your name So many souls searching for What we're holding right in our hands You're the woman that makes me a better man' As those words rolled round in his mind, he made up his mind what to do.