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"So." Sean watched as the others all settled into the booth at the back of Eddie's. "Danny lands us right in it. Tells this Kirk fella we were there to get an appointment to have our uncle put in there."

"And that would be me." Albert raised an eyebrow. He couldn't help but smile as he saw the two younger men try to look contrite. "Well, we all know I am old enough to be your grandfather."

"Albert." Emma smiled slightly. "No."

"Thank you my dear but we all know I am the oldest here. It seems right that I go in there. Only how do you suggest you have an American uncle or do you want me to try out an accent? I have a passable cockney accent. You wanna hear it?"

"No, thank you Albert." Mickey smiled. "No, I think we can get a reasonable explanation. Ash?"

"I'll think of something." Ash smiled as he watched his old friend drain his glass of scotch and pull on his collar.

"Emma, you sure you can get a job there?"

"Sure." She smiled. "The current secretary, Lucy Davies just won a holiday of a lifetime to New York. A bit convenient eh Ash?"

"Stroke of luck for the poor girl. Working for that scumbag she needs a break." He smiled. Carole burst out laughing as Stacie caught Ash's gaze. She knew Albert was right, maybe it was time to give Ash a chance.

"Anyway." Mickey continued. "Stacie you call them tomorrow morning, tell them about this amazing secretary that can start right away. We have two weeks to do this. Two weeks to stop him selling that care home out from underneath the residents them. This can't be allowed to happen."

"So." Stacie leant forward slightly as Eddie brought the drinks over to them. "I get Emma in. Then what? If they are selling up why would they want to take in more residents? And if we stop the sale then we may not be around to stop them."

"Then 'ow about we make sure they sell it to someone else? Back to the council or some charitable trust? For a knock down price of course." Ash shrugged.

"You could try saying its built on something really important. Like you did when you saved that youth club." Eddie smiled as he handed the drinks around. Carole smiled warmly at the bar man.

"Youth club?" Stacie asked. Sean pulled a face.

"Another job." Ash explained. "A lifetime ago."

"When you were away." Mickey smiled. "It wasn't the original plan."

"Worked though." Ash stared at his drink. "Took me ages to find those toads. Kids have looked after them."

"You kept in touch? After the job was finished?" Sean looked on aghast.

"Yeah, well. You know." He shrugged slightly embarrassed. "They were good kids. Just needed a bit of I dunno, guidance. Like some other young hooligan." He shoved Sean's arm as Stacie smiled. She knew Ash was really just a big softie, he just liked the others to think he was still the big hard man his reputation had him marked as. She took a sip of her drink and tried to focus on what the rest of the team were saying.

"Toads?" Danny laughed.

"Yeah, the rare and endangered Natterjack Toads." Ash stated proudly.

"Actually." Mickey smiled. "They weren't exactly Natterjack but it did the trick."

"So we could do that again?" Emma asked. Mickey turned to her and smiled.

"Yeah." Ash nodded. "It could work. Em, you'd be on the inside with Albert."

"Yeah." Emma nodded. "And you lot?"

"Emma Louise Kennedy." Ash stood and held on to the side of his jacket. "You are looking at the new president of the Greater London Conservation Society and we are very interested in the conservation of whatever it is that lives in the grounds of the Shades Home for the Elderly."

"And that would be?" Mickey smirked as Ash raised an eyebrow.

"Dunno yet. But I'll think of something. There 'as to be something worth saving there."

"Oh yes. I think you find there's a lot there worth saving." Albert smiled as he thought of Megan and his other friends who lives revolved around the home.

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"Oh yes." Stacie sat up straight as she spoke. "Our reputation as one of London's leading secretarial services is second to none. Miss Bricks will be with you by lunchtime. Oh no problem. Thank you very much for using Typists are Us." She hung up the phone as Emma pulled a face.

"Miss Bricks?"

"First thing that came into my head. We never picked a name for you."

"Emma Kennedy has always got me by. Well, for the last thirty years." She raised an eyebrow as Stacie shrugged.

"God, I feel like a pimp."

"Stacie." Emma turned to face her, one hand on the ponytail band she was struggling with. "That's the last thing you are. Now, come on. What else did you tell him about me?"

"Not much. You and Mickey? How did that happen?"

"Excuse me?" Emma stared at the older woman.

"Sorry, Danny is always telling me I am too nosey for my own good." She looked away, embarrassed that she had asked.

"No, it's ok." Emma walked towards her once her hair was safely in a tight bun. "It's a long story. Put it this way, it took me leaving to make us both see what we were ignoring. Ash nearly died."

"Ash?" The colour drained from Stacie's face.

"Yeah, ended up in hospital in Cardiff. We were attacked on a job." She didn't want to go into details, months later it was still too painful. "Ash took a real beating."

"And you?"

"I'm fine. I wasn't hurt like Ash was."

"No." Stacie felt sick, she had a feeling there was something the younger woman wasn't telling her. They fell silent as Mickey and Danny walked back into the room.

"Ladies." Danny held out his arms. "Looking as lovely as ever. Emma, you look like an old school teacher I had more than a secretary." Emma pulled a face as she put on her austere black framed glasses. Mickey rolled his eyes. Danny never changed.

"Ready?" He asked, knowing that every minute Emma was undercover he would be worried sick. It didn't matter what any of the others said, he knew Emma could do it. It just didn't stop him worrying about her.

"Yeah." Emma smiled at him. For a moment it seemed as if there was no one else in the room. Danny coughed as Stacie punched him in the arm.

"Right then, lets get this show on the road." Mickey ushered them all out of the apartment, only stopping when Emma paused in the doorway. She smiled slightly before squeezing his hand.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine." She kissed his cheek before walking out of the room. Mickey sighed heavily, hoping against hope she was right.

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