A/N: Just a little short one to move the story along, While I try to work out where exactly its going :/ I have the climax almost sorted, its just that the route there is somewhat sketchy. Sorry for this, its moving along a lot slower than I though it would.

James thought it was all a bit exciting really. Spies, safe houses. He didn't realise how wrong he would be. Not that he was naive, he's seen a lot of shit in his 33 years, shit of the personal kind and he knows that spies don't live like James Bond. No it wasn't that he was naïve, it was simply that he couldn't see the future.

They arrived at the safe house in Banbury and dumping all their stuff in the living room, they explored the house. A quick scout of the premises revealed that although the house was safe, Bodie and Doyle's memories may have been slightly out of place. They had forgotten that there were only 3 bedrooms. Bodie pulled a coin out of his pocket.

"Actually, do any of you have a few straws?" James rolled his eyes, and looked about.

"Don't be stupid. I'll take the sofa." He held up his hand to silence the protests. "Face it, my back can probably handle it better than any of yours."

"Cheeky bugger!" Bodie exclaimed, chucking one of the sofa cushions at him. James caught it and threw it back, grinning.

Lewis didn't think it was all that exciting. He had also seen quite a lot of shit, and had 27 more years experience than James (which was not something he wanted to keep reminding himself of if truth be told). He watched the exchange between the other three and smiled. For all his sarcasm, James was a good man really. Sure, he was cheeky but his wit was always tempered with respect. He knew when to stop and when to start. When a comment was uncalled for and when a comment was needed. Most of the time though, James' stoic silence and actions was most striking. Lewis had never mentioned it to him, but when he had been in Oswald Cooper's basement, James help had been appreciated. He knew the man had only come silently to his side in the midst of paper, because he knew that Lewis was a lost cause and he'd never get him to stop. But he could've walked away and he didn't. That meant a lot to the inspector, more than a graduate entry scheme and a university education anyway.

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Two hours later saw them all sat around the dining table, eagerly eating the spaghetti bolognese that Doyle had cooked up. Lewis leaned back from the table.

"That. Was. Delicious" He said, looking over at both Hathaway and Bodie who were sat with similar smiles on their faces.

"Thanks, now down to business." Doyle wasn't going to pretend he wasn't flattered that they all liked his dinner but they really needed to see what they could find out about this mystery attacker. Lewis looked at them all, his voice grave.

"Well. So far, we know that the person or persons responsible for our stay here knows where we all live."Bodie was next to speak.

"Could it be a revenge thing? I mean someone with a grudge against one, two or all of us?"

"We aren't connected in any way though. James didn't even know what CI5 was did he?" Doyle punctured Bodie's theory.

"Aye, but that's because he's a young'un.. And the culprit could have assumed that I'd told him.I suppose we could look through our cases. But it doesn't explain why you two have een targeted aswell" Lewis countered. They sat there for a further two hours, thrashing out every theory that they could think of. Eventually when they were mentally exhausted, they head off to their bedrooms, James to the sofa and slept.