A/N:This story takes place in the year 2005 after Sandra and the guys help Gerry to overcome his fear of the woods. This was the subject of my first multi-chapter fic, Little Boy Lost. The reason, you may ask, is to continue, in my mind the ever-growing closeness of all the characters especially Sandra and Gerry.

Thanks to Princessharri29 for her help with some of the content of this chapter.

Also thanks to b-o-l-l-y24, Taliesin-niseila and PricessHarri29 for their kind words and their support.

Chapter Three

Gerry, Jack and Brian are fixed and ready to conquer their prey. Jonathan McAdam's. They watch him as he saunters across the pub. He stops at the only empty bar stool, recently vacated by Jack. This maneuver places McAdam's next to Gerry and exactly where they want him.

"Gerry Standing," he says his name with a tone of familiarity.

"Commander," Gerry says as he raises the pint of ale to his lips, taking only a short sip. He and Jack have to be completely sober for this plan to work.

"So how is that boss of yours," he snaps his fingers. "Sharon, Sheila…." The grin on his face is arrogant and Gerry shuffles his feet to keep his anger hidden. "Sandra, that's right, Pullman, what a stuck up bitch that one." McAdam's finishes the ale in that pint and quickly orders another.

"Sir, do you think you should be speaking of Detective Superintendent Pullman that…."

McAdam's interjects, "How in the hell did she ever get promoted to that rank," McAdam's nudges Gerry on his arm.

Gerry' first thought is to dump the pint full of ale on top of his head, but he keeps his cool. He only repeats what he tried to asked prior, "Sir, do you think you should be speaking…"

Once again, McAdam's interjects, "Why," he obnoxiously pats Gerry on the back. "What are you going to do about it? You may work for the Met but you were or hardly ever a good police officer." Gerry's shuffling feet make him look as if he is dancing.

"I'll have another," Jack says to the balding man behind the bar. He purposes stands between Gerry and McAdam's. Wanting and needing to diffuse this conversation.

"Jack Halford!" McAdam's exclaims and a few heads turn to the sound. He pats Jack on the back, "Now this…." He looks across Jack to get Gerry's attention as he uses his finger to point at Jack. "This was one hell of a police officer."

"So, when he was your superior officer, you kissed his ass," Gerry states smiling smugly as he takes a quick sip of ale.

"I never had to do anything of the kind, right Jack?"

"Well…."

Gerry has to smile and McAdam's notices, Gerry and Jack watch intently as his face turns red. "Two old men, trying to retain their youth," McAdam's shakes his head. "I never thought it was a good idea, UCOS."

"If I have my information correct, John…." Jack says sternly. "You have no say in the matter what so ever."

"Yeah," Gerry chimes in, "No one asked you, so keep you nose out of it," he shakes his head a bit annoyed with himself for not coming up with anything better. Keep your cool, he thinks to himself repeatedly.

"Brian?" Jack says his name with surprise, "Where did you run off too?"

"Oh my God this is getting too bizarre for me, 'Memory Lane,'" McAdam's says.

"Yes I'm Brian Lane, nice to see you again Commander."

"Again, I've never met you," he turns his head forward, "Christ, he is nuts."

"Excuse me." Brian says as he takes a step forward.

McAdam's turns to face the men, picking up his drink at the same time. "I said that you are nuts." He takes a quick sip of ale, "I know all about you," he wags his finger in their faces. "All of you. You." He points to Jack, "Still grieving over a woman who died seven years ago, my God man. Get over it. And you Standing, make any good bets lately, I hear you spend all your money on the horses instead of taking care of you wives and daughters, how many are there exactly, wives?"

"You heard wrong," Gerry says, to no avail, McAdam's is not listening.

"And of course Brian Lane, did you remember to take your pills today? Mr. Lane?" McAdam's laughs aloud as he notices the show of complete defeat on the faces of the three men standing before him.

Gerry takes a step forward, realizing that one of them has to try and react physically, "You arrogant....." Jack grabs Gerry's arm as he shakes his head.

"Don't Gerry."

McAdam's feels the sweetness of his conquest and it shows by the smirk on his face. "Now I know why they put Pullman in with the likes of you. She is exactly where she belongs with the losers and inept, I'll bet in more ways than one." McAdam's laughter heard throughout the pub, "She could have had a promotion," he lowers his head to catch Gerry's gaze. "She turned it down."

"You mean she turned you down, didn't she?" Gerry asks the question.

"A lapse in judgment on her part, yes," he picks up the pint of ale; "The stupid bitch but I showed her. And," McAdam's waves to the man behind the bar.

"And what?" Gerry asks, "We saw the marks you left on her."

"I can imagine what she told you."

"She told us the truth," Brian feels the need to chime in.

"Her truth."

"No, the truth," Jack states plainly, "And before all is said and done everyone will know the truth about you, you pompous ass." Jack sets his empty glass on the bar. "Come on Gerry, Brian let's get out of here, I'm beginning to feel sick to my stomach."

"Is that a threat? Halford."

"No," Gerry answers, returning the same obnoxious smirk, "It's a promise."

"I enjoyed that." Jack says as he accepts Gerry's invitation to exit the pub first.

"Me too," Brian says. "I wish I could have said more though."

Gerry pats Brian's back as he follows him out of the pub, "Next time mate, next time."

.That is all for now....

.Later....

.The Mominator....