Henry was parked in his jag, sitting in the police station parking lot, patiently waiting for Detective Celluci. The tinted windows kept him hidden yet he had a perfect view of the exit doorway. He'd wait for just the perfect opportunity to approach.

Vicki's scent still lingered on his fingers from last night. He lifted them briefly to his nose and remembered. She'd been like putty in his hands. Somehow he had expected more resistance. Clearly her strong will was not what it used to be.

The sound of her cries replayed in his mind, tugging at the heartstrings he'd forgotten were there.

--

Detective Mike Celluci headed out the back door of the police precinct, following closely behind his new partner, Kate.

Mike stayed close, trailing Kate to her car, checking no other cops were around before spinning her, pressing her up against the car door for long deep kiss.

Kate wrapped her arms around and kissed back, murmuring quietly "Mike, someone might see us."

He continued to place kisses on her lips, whispering back to her with a smile, "I don't care."

She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, "Don't give me that! You're the one who wanted to keep this hidden from Crowley!"

Mike ignored her and snaked his arms around her waist, speaking in a low sultry tone "C'mon, why don't you leave your car here and come back to my place tonight huh?"

Kate sighed and backed down, "Ah Mike, I'd love to and you know it, but I need to be at my brother's place early tomorrow morning. Family stuff, remember?"

Mike attempted to resume his efforts to convince Kate to change her mind when he was suddenly grabbed around the neck and thrown against the hood of the opposite car.

Henry was enraged, snarling at Mike with black eyes and fangs, "You vile miscreant! I should kill you this instant!"

In a flash Kate had drawn her gun and was pointing it at Henry, "Let him go. Now!"

"Jesus Christ! Fitzroy? What the hell is wrong with you?" Mike was stunned and struggled to try to free himself.

"Vicki chose you and this is how you repay the woman that you supposedly love? By consorting with one of your office whores?" Henry roared.

"Goddamn you Fitzroy! I'm not with Vicki! It's not me she wanted!" he yelled out as the steel bonnet began to buckle beneath him.

Kate stepped in closer to Henry, pressing the nozzle of the handgun to Henry's temple, "Step back before I shoot you." She didn't like being called a whore.

Henry turned and growled at Kate and released Detective Celluci, who stood up and began to rub at his neck before facing Henry, "Not that it is any of your business… but I'm with Kate now." Mike stated.

Kate lowered her weapon but did not put it away.

Henry glared at Mike. "You were at Vicki's office several days ago. Why were you there if there is nothing between you?" he asked aggressively.

Kate turned to Mike, "You were at Vicki's?" she asked tentatively.

Mike was still busy rubbing at his throat, trying to catch his breath, "Yes I was at Vicki's, but it was the first time I'd seen her in over six months Kate."

She continued her line of questioning as Henry looked back and forth between them, "Why were you at Vicki's Mike?" she asked defensively.

"Oh Kate, geeze it was nothing. I went to tell her that homicide wanted her back is all."

"If it was nothing, then why didn't you tell me about it? Why didn't you tell me Crowley wanted her to come back?" Kate argued.

Mike threw up his arms in defeat "Because I knew you'd get upset is why!"

"Mike, we talked about this remember?" she responded.

"Oh Kate, c'mon, be reasonable…."

--

Henry lost track of the argument as the two detectives continued to bicker. Their behaviour in itself provided more than enough proof to substantiate Mike's claim that the two of them were indeed a couple.

"Detectives!" Henry shouted, catching their attention as he began to speak in a hypnotic tone, "I was not here tonight, you were never arguing. You will not remember this event."

He walked away from the couple and back to his car before they realised he was even there.

Henry sat in his car again, contemplating the new information. How could he have been so wrong? He'd come here, his mind warped with the need for revenge, only to find himself leaping in to defend Vicki's honour.

A nagging self-doubt began to seep into his consciousness.

"What have I done?"

He'd need some time to figure out how he was going to redeem himself.