Okay so your going to have to imagine Sandra's a bit younger.

She jumped out of bed being careful not to look him in the eye and walked into the bathroom. Her head was pounding, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a hangover this bad. She could hear Gerry walking about downstairs now; she was going to have to face him at some point.

Gerry heard the water flowing upstairs as Sandra had a shower, he couldn't bare the thought of having to face her. He knows it's just a one of drunken mistake, but he thinks to himself he would love it to be more.

Gerry was sit watching the football highlights when Sandra walked down the stairs. She wasn't feeling too confident, but she knew what she had to do. She silently sat herself down next to him.

'Gerry?'

'Sandra it's okay, I know what's coming. Take last night to your grave or I'll find the most gruesome way to kill you.'

She laughed. 'Well that's not what I was going to say, but it'll do.'

I suppose I better go now, she walked into the hall to collect her bag, and fished out her mobile from inside. Scrolling through her contacts she found a taxi company as she knew she'd still be over the limit from the night before.

So that was it, she left.

For the next week things were normal at UCOS apart from Gerry giving Sandra the occasional odd look and visa versa. Neither Jack nor Brian noticed this.

After a while things gradually got back to normal. Neither of them had forgotten waking up next to each other, and they felt strangely good about it. Sandra had never felt so safe in someone's arms, it felt right. Sandra won't tell Gerry this though, to cocky already she thought. She laughed to herself as she thought this. Gerry was also thinking about this night, he too thought it felt right, he'd known it for ages, he loved her. Gerry won't tell Sandra this; she'll just laugh at him.

Four months had now passed since that night. It had just been a normal day at UCOS when suddenly she felt rotten, and then she threw up right in the middle of the office.

This happened everyday for about a week, until one day when she and Jack were out on enquiries, he'd instead taken her to the doctors. Jack knew exactly how she felt about the doctors so he knew she wouldn't go herself. Jack had been like her father figure since her own father had killed himself, he was worried about Sandra. So that morning he'd rang up the doctors to get her an appointment.

Sandra gave him that glare that meant I'd shout if we wasn't in public. Her name was called so Sandra walked down the hallway in to the doctors office while Jack sat in the waiting room worrying.

or 10 minutes later she walked out with a plaster on some of her arm.

She called Jack over and out they walked to his car.

'So what'd they say?'

'None of your business, all you need to know is what you can already tell. I had a blood test.'

You probably can guess what's going to come next!