"You remember that dicker on the way out here? I think Azizi knows him... I think Azizi knows him...I think Azizi knows him..." Richards' words repeated themselves over and over as the image of Elvis being blown from the rooftop played out, then came the hauntingly chilling sound of Georgie screaming "Elviiiiiis!" as all Charlie could do was stand and watch as she tried and failed to save him.

Charlie woke suddenly in a cold sweat. He hadn't had this dream for a while - at least a couple of months he would say - but now it was back again. He turned his head to Georgie who was asleep next to him and he was thankful that he hadn't woken her up. She looked peaceful; radiant even as she slept.

They had ended up getting takeaway chips on the way back from the station. The evening's events had taken it out of them both and they had ended up falling asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Charlie sighed as he stared up at the ceiling, knowing that he would now be awake for the night.

OG

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted down the hallway as Georgie made her way into the kitchen. Charlie was sat at the kitchen table, mug in hand, staring into the middle distance.

"Morning" she said huskily, her vocal chords having yet to warm up.

"Hey" Charlie said with a smile as Georgie came up beside him. He wrapped his free arm around her waist. "Sleep alright?" He asked looking up at her.

"Yea, actually." Georgie said. She was surprised at how well she had slept after yesterday's events."You?"

"Yea." He lied as Georgie moved and sat down at the table with him. As he looked at her beautiful, delicate face he realised he couldn't lie to her "Actually no." he admitted.

Georgie looked at him expectantly.

"I've been having these dreams. Nightmares really." He began.

"What about?" Georgie gently probed him.

He blew air out through his lips. "All sorts really." He said shaking his head. "Elvis mostly, but there's others. Some with Molly. Some with you. Same dreams though, always the same dreams. Same outcomes."

Georgie bit her lip "How long have you been having these dreams?" She asked.

"Long enough." He answered, exasperated. "I think I might need to talk to someone." He gulped at finally admitting it to himself.

"Yea" Georgie said empathetically, as she reached over and took hold of his hand. Rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. She noticed that he had taken his wedding band off."The army can help." she said.

"We need to talk about what we're gonna do." He said. "I can't fuck things up again."

"You're not gonna fuck things up again, ok. I'm not gonna let you for one." She said with a wry smile.

"The army...it's all I know. But now... I'm questioning if I can even do the job anymore."

"You're dealing with a lot of different things at the moment." Georgie said, understandingly.

"Do you know what would happen, if this got out.. about me and you?" Charlie said.

Georgie nodded and lowered her head.

"I was let off the hook with Molly. She transferred to another section, we bided our time before we made it known we were together. It's still on my record, did you know that?" He said to her.

Georgie shook her head.

"I've got what happened to Elvis on my record too."

Georgie looked at him in surprised shock.

"Not that I'm linked to his death, but it's on there that I didn't call it in - about us being best friends... about you and him being emotionally involved."

Georgie blinked several times, trying to process this new piece of information. "So are you saying..." she cleared her throat "are you saying you want to leave before they make you?"

"I don't think I've got another choice." He said.