Makepeace pressed the buzzer for Dempsey's apartment and waited to be let in. Dempsey's voice could be heard over the intercom.

"The Ghostbusters would like to welcome you to their headquarters. Do come in but please mind the ectoplasm on level two."

She rolled her eyes. "Very funny Dempsey, just let me in."

He buzzed and she opened the door, making her way up to his apartment.

When she reached his front door she saw that it was left open for her so she entered but saw no signs of him.

"Dempsey, are you ready to go yet?" she called, searching the lounge and turning to check the other rooms.

"Gocha!" he shouted, jumping out on her and grabbing her around the waist. She almost jumped through the roof. He laughed. "Don't worry. It's not a ghost, it's only me."

She pushed him away. "You'll be a ghost before long if you don't get ready," she said looking down at his jogging bottoms. "I thought we were supposed to be leaving at eight o clock."

"Just been workin' out. Gotta build up my strength to save you from all the spooks," he grinned.

"Go and get ready then or we'll be late," she said, pushing him towards the bathroom.

He looked down at her hands on his bare chest and raised an eyebrow.

She pulled her hands back. "Go on, go."

"All right," he sighed, heading for the bathroom. "Will you do me a favour Harry and just wash up those few dishes and put away that shopping for me?" he called out.

She frowned. "Do I look like your maid?"

Loud laughter could be heard over the sound of the shower as he turned it on in the bathroom. "I'd love to see you in a maid's outfit Harry but it will save me some time if you help me out…we don't want to be late."

She tutted and walked into the kitchen to face a sink full of dishes and a bag full of shopping spilt out over the kitchen table.

"I don't know why I'm doing this for him," she mumbled to herself as she filled the sink with water and emptied the rest of the shopping out of the bag.

Running back to the sink before the water overflowed she proceeded to place all the dishes in the soapy water and wash them up. She was just drying the dishes, a plate and tea towel in hand, when the telephone rang.

"Will you get that for me Harry?" Dempsey shouted.

She sighed and wandered out into the hallway. "Thinks I'm his bloody secretary now too."

She answered the phone. "Hello."

"Hiya. Gee he never told me he had a new girl in his life," came the broad American accented reply.

"Oh I'm not his girl friend, I'm just his maid," she said sarcastically.

"Well you sound real cute. Don't let him get to ya honey. Treat them mean, keep them keen. That's what I always say."

"I'll bear that in mind. I'm not sure he can come to the phone right now, can I take a message?"

"Oh my bejesus! I'm interruptin'. Don't tell me he's got ya dressin' up for him already! Well you can pass on a message to that son of mine that his mother called and she wants to know where he's been for the last few weeks."

Makepeace nearly dropped the receiver. "Oh yes. I didn't realise…err, who it was. He's just in the shower, I can get him out if you want." She bit her lip.

That didn't sound any better!

"Nah, don't sweat it honey. He'll not be ridin' high to talk to his old ma with you around."

"No, I don't think you unders…" Makepeace tried to interrupt.

"Catch ya later honey." And with that she hung up.

Ooops! Not the best first conversation to have with his mother!

"Whoever it is, tell them I'll ring them later," Dempsey called out.

Harry moved towards the bathroom. "It was your mother Dempsey but she said she'd ring you another time."

"No sweat."

Makepeace leant against the wall in the hallway and absentmindedly wiped the plate in her hand with the tea towel. She had a distant far away look on her face for a while and then she shrugged and went to move away. As she looked up however she noticed that the bathroom door was ajar and she instinctively averted her gaze. She stood staring at the opposite wall for a moment and then her eyes flicked back towards the bathroom. She abruptly shook her head and moved her eyes away again. Then in spite of herself a smile crept across her face and her gaze moved once more, her eyes searching through the steam. He was stood with his back to her, his head tilted to the side as he enjoyed the feel of the hot water flowing over him. Her eyes softened as she watched him. Then her gaze moved slowly down his body and her eyes widened.

Wow! He does work out a lot!

She sighed and went to walk away but to her utter horror when she looked up he had turned his head and was staring straight at her. She abruptly pushed herself away from the wall and disappeared back into the kitchen.

After she'd finished drying the dishes she went to the task of putting the shopping away with a fierce determination to put Dempsey out of her mind. Or at least the disturbing picture of him in the shower anyway! She had to get a grip!

When Dempsey walked into the kitchen there was still shopping left on the table. She reached out to pick up some cartons of milk.

"Thanks for doin' that harry." He looked towards the empty sink.

"You owe me one," she replied, following his gaze and then turning back to him.

He was staring at her with a huge grin on his face and her heart jolted nervously. She pushed the cartons of milk into his hands.

"Here, you do the rest. And hurry up about it, we're late," she said, striding out into the hall.

She opened the front door and waited impatiently for him to join her so that they could get this ridiculous night over with. When he walked out of the kitchen and approached her he was still grinning. He picked up his keys from off the hall table and moved over to the door, blocking her way before she could move out of it.

"Were you enjoyin' yourself there Harry?"

She glared at him. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, there's no need to be defensive about it."

"Will you move out of the way please?" she said looking purposely at his arm which was blocking her way. "We need to be going."

"No problem but I've no idea why you're so flustered and distracted lately," he grinned.

"I think you're letting your imagination run away with you lieutenant, nothing has changed."

"Well something's distracting that mind of yours Harry." He lifted an eyebrow.

"Oh yes, and what makes you say that?"

"You put all the tins in the fridge!" he laughed.