"You're not serious?" Freya demanded angrily, looking between the two older women quickly. "This is my wedding we're talking about."

"It won't affect your wedding, sweetheart, I promise." Jo said firmly. "Hannah and I will make sure of that."

"But you're not on duty; why do you have to work? We're supposed to be on holiday!"

"Don't bother arguing, Jen." Ellie advised with a sigh. "You should know by now that work always comes first."

Hannah frowned, the injustice of her claim hurting more than she expected. "That's not fair, Ellie."

"Really?"

"If you knew–" Her mother started. Then she sighed and shook her head, not wanting to go into details about what was going on until she and Jo had more idea, if at all. "Things are usually more complicated than you think. This is important, but we promise that it won't affect things too much."

"How can that possibly be true?!" Jen demanded, frowning at them. "You're going to be working."

Jo sighed and glanced at her girlfriend, who arched an eyebrow in response. They had received a message from Jack to say that he had spoken to the local police force and the Sergeant was expecting them at the station in the morning. He had given them a thorough lecture over the phone, warning them that he would be expecting regular reports and that although they were being allowed on the case, Sergeant Jones was SIO and, as such, they had to do as they were told. If not, he warned them, he would pull them off the case and that would be the end of it. Both women had reluctantly agreed to the terms, not looking forward to being ordered around by some country police officer if the one they had met earlier was a typical example.

"Look… the sooner we crack this one, the sooner we can get back to the holiday."

"We've been here two days and you've already managed to fall into a case." Ellie sighed, slight fondness for the two women appearing in her expression. "What are you like? You just can't do normal or relaxed, can you?"

Hannah shrugged. "I don't think we can…"

"Just… be careful." Freya ordered. "I do not want you giving me away with a black eye or a broken leg or something."

"What?" Her sister frowned. "I thought Max was giving you away?"

"We talked about it and, after everything, we thought it should be you." Max told her with a grin.

The bride-to-be nodded. "Who cares if it's unconventional? What is remotely normal about this family anyway?"

"Anthony and Sarah won't like it." Hannah pointed out, referring to their mother's parents.

Her sister snorted. "I don't give a shit. It's my wedding, not theirs. And there was something else, too…"

"What?"

"Jo… would you give me away too?"

"Huh?" The brunette, who had been leaning in the doorway watching the conversation with a small smile, straightened up and blinked bemusedly at the young blonde. "Me?"

"Yeah, you." Freya laughed. "After everything you've done for us I want to make it very clear that you're part of this family."

"Your grandparents really won't like that, love." She pointed out. The girl just sent her a look that said she clearly didn't care what they thought. "Well I'd be honoured if Han doesn't mind."

"Why would I mind?" Hannah asked, moving to stand beside her and resting her chin on Jo's shoulder, smiling at her. When the brunette turned her head to look at her, Hannah pressed her lips against her girlfriend's and stole a kiss. "Freya's right. And if anyone says anything–"

"You are not starting a fight at my wedding, Hannah." The blonde warned her seriously.

The older McKay rolled her eyes, but grinned and nodded. "I promise."

"After the wedding on the other hand…"

Jo rolled her eyes, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend's waist and hooking her fingers through her belt-loops to pull her closer. "Don't give her ideas."

x-x

The next morning found the two detectives driving though narrow, winding country lanes in search of the local police station. So far they had seen nothing but hedges and fields, but Jo was adamant that they were going the right way. Hannah had muttered that they probably couldn't rely on the satnav because it wouldn't work in the middle of nowhere, but the older woman just rolled her eyes and carried on as though she hadn't even spoken.

Finally they reached their destination and Jo parked up outside the police station. Both of them just stared at the building in front of them with something akin to total bewilderment. The police station was a tiny stone building, probably built more than two centuries ago. A police car, that looked as though it had definitely seen better days, was parked outside and the words 'Heddlu Police' were engraved into the stone above the wooden door.

"Is this a joke?" Hannah asked, scrunching up her face in distain.

Jo rolled her eyes. "You are such a city girl."

"Yeah, so? I happen to like streetlights and phone signal."

"Come on, princess, let's go and find out what's going on." The older woman said, undoing her seat belt and climbing from the car.

Reluctantly Hannah followed her and they made their way into the police station with their badges ready to prove who they were. The officer from the evening before was behind the counter, talking into the telephone. He glanced at the two women, recognition blossoming over his face, before holding up a hand in their direction.

"… dyna beth dwi wedi dweud." He muttered into the phone, causing the two women to exchange a glance. "Pam maen nhw'n glynu eu trwynau i mewn? Ie, yn llawn eu pwysigrwydd eu hunain yr wyf yn disgwyl." With a sigh, he shot them a look. "Rhaid i mi fynd, maent yn sefyll wrth y cownter. Hwyl."

"Hi, you probably remember us; Sergeant Masters and DS McKay." Jo said as pleasantly as she could, uncomfortable that she had no idea what he had been saying on the phone. Considering the looks he had been sending them, she assumed they were the topic of conversation. "We've come to see Sergeant Jones?"

The officer nodded and picked up the phone again, tapping a few numbers and waiting for it to connect. "Maent yma… Oes, Syr." Hanging up he nodded towards the door beside the counter. "You can go through."

Exchanging a look, the two women did as he indicated and walked through the door. They followed the corridor, guessing that they were heading the right way, until they found themselves outside a door with 'Sergeant Jones' written on the name plate. Jo knocked sharply and a voice immediately bid them entrance.

The Sergeant smiled warmly as they entered and indicated that they take the two seats in front of his desk. The office was a far cry from any at Sun Hill, looking like something out of a drama set in the 1950's. Apart from the desk and three chairs that they were occupying, there was a battered filing cabinet in one corner of the room and a large house plant in the other. On the desk sat a computer than had probably been old in the 90's.

"You must be Joanne Masters and Hannah McKay?" He asked with a wide smile. "Andrew Jones. It's a pleasure to meet you both. I've spoken to Superintendent Meadows and he's under the impression that you are interested in helping us out on this case."

"Yes, Sir." Hannah said with a nod.

"Wonderful. I'm sure you'll offer us a whole new insight that we wouldn't think of otherwise." He enthused warmly.

"I'm not sure all of your colleagues feel the same."

Sergeant Jones smiled. "Don't mind PC Powell… he's worked here for forty-five years and doesn't take well to new things or ideas. His bark is worse than his bite, anyway."

"So…" Jo glanced surreptitiously at the ancient computer. "Where are we so far?"

The man looked slightly embarrassed. "At the moment we've got nothing."

"Nothing?" Hannah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There were three men with shot guns who actually robbed the shop; all three wore dark clothing, gloves and balaclavas. There was a fourth person, presumably male, in a black Land Rover Discovery who was acting as getaway driver."

"Did we get a plate number?"

Andrew searched through the papers on his desk. "CD63 LNA." When Jo opened her mouth to speak, he shook his head. "We've run it through the databases and apparently it belongs to a Honda Civic in Dorset."

"Ahhh… What about last night's attack on the pub?"

"We believe it was the same vehicle involved and therefore the same perpetrators. But again, no one is able to give us a description and there are no forensics that we can see." He admitted. "So we have nothing."

"Right…" Jo leant back in her chair and bit her lip. "So where do we go from here?"

Sergeant Jones smiled. "That's where you come in."


A/N: A translation would probably be useful, right? ;)

"… dyna beth dwi wedi dweud."– "… that's what I've said."

"Pam maen nhw'n glynu eu trwynau i mewn? Ie, yn llawn eu pwysigrwydd eu hunain yr wyf yn disgwyl." – "Why are they sticking their noses in? Yes, full of their own importance I expect."

"Rhaid i mi fynd; maent yn sefyll wrth y cownter. Hwyl." – "I have to go; they're standing by the counter. Bye."

"Maent yma… Oes, Syr." – "They're here… Yes, Sir."

P.S. LEAH, YES I SAW THOSE EPS OF EASTENDERS! RONNIE/SAM WOMACK IS AMAZING!

I've just started a new Eastenders fic, too ;)