Hobson

"Oh definitely with you." Robbie tells me as he pushes the end button on his phone. I feel somewhat remorseful for leaving James at the pub but I'm sure the dishy sergeant will cope. I watch as Robbie lies back down on the bed and stretches his arms over his head. He keeps his left one in the air and motions with his head. I follow his silent command and cuddle against him. When I'm situated he brings his arm down securing me to him.

"There's summat I wanted to ask you" I feel more than hear Robbie's question.

"What's that?" I ask curiously.

"How do you reckon we handle work?" I inwardly smile, his Geordie accent is much more apparent in bed.

"Lets hear your idea, I assume you have one since you brought it up." I ask as I trace patterns on his chest.

"Well it's a fair bet the James knows about the change in our relationship and while he'll keep it under wraps I don't want that burden on 'im. So with your permission I would like to inform Chief Super."

"Jean?" I blurt.

"Well you call her Jean I call her Ma'am." Robbie lilts.

"I think that's a good plan. If Superintendent Innocent thinks there maybe a potential problem I can ask that any dead bodies you come across not be handled by me. There are plenty of other pathologists in the CID."

"Not as good as you." Is his rumble.

"Smooth talker, you think that's going to give you an edge with me?"

At my words a look of genuine shock crosses Robbie's face before morphing into mischief. "Thought I'd give it a go." He says as he caresses my hip. I find myself giggling something I thought I had grown out of years ago. The giggle quickly turns into a moan as a large hand encloses my breast.

The only thoughts in my mind are 'more' and 'now'. Robbie seems to read my mind for I find myself being kissed. When his weight presses down on me all thought flees.

Lewis

In the evening I wake up, Laura is still asleep next to me. I scrub a hand over my face and realize I'm still smiling. I sit up as smoothly as I can so I don't wake up Laura. Moving as quietly as I can to the dresser I snatch a pair of pajama bottoms and shirt and move into the living room.

Hobson

I turn over and run my hand across the bed and find it empty but not too cold. I can hear Robbie's voice and I wonder how long he has been up. As I sit up in bed my muscles twinge with a unique soreness that brings back the memory of their overuse. My dress is probably under the heap of clothes on the floor but I'm lazy and grab the first article on top—Robbie's dress shirt.

Lewis

I'm staring at the photo of Val and me on holiday. "Things are good now. I've found someone, somebody good. I love her…she makes me happy. The kids are all right and I'll always bring flowers on your birthday lass." I hear gasp of breath and turn and see Laura leaning against the doorframe, in my white dress shirt, crying.

I stride quickly towards her and take her in my arms, "Laura?"

She doesn't answer but I can feel the tears soak through the cotton of my shirt. I simply hold her it takes a few minutes but she finally speaks, "What flowers did she like?" I exhale a sigh of relief and pull Laura closer to me and supply the answer to her question. "Pretty ones."