Only the epilogue to go after this one. Hope you enjoy and please review.

One more tiny bit of angst to finish off the triangle properly and then we'll make it all good, I promise. ;-)

They were lying wrapped in each other's arms, on the bed in their hotel room, the night before heading off to London. Elvis was absentmindedly playing with Georgie's wedding ring, twirling it round her finger. It was a habit he hand formed since the ring had returned to its rightful place. Georgie knew it was his way of reassuring himself that this was all actually real. She understood and felt the same way. It was hard to believe all that had happened in the month since he found her in that terrorist hellhole. She shuddered at the thought of how that might have turned out, had he not found her when he did. Elvis tightened his arm around her and hugged her closer to him. "You cold babe?" He asked her.

"Not really, I was just thinking that if you hadn't found me in time and I had died there in that camp, my biggest regret would have been never seeing you again. It's made me realise that we can't afford to waste this chance that we've been given." She replied with determination. This time it was his turn to shudder. He really didn't like thinking about the way things could have gone, had he not made it to her when he did. "We won't George." He assured her. "We'll head off to London tomorrow and make our plans for the future, our future, just the two of us - for now anyway. You do still want us to have kids someday don't you Georgie? I mean, just the two of us would be enough for me but I think you'd feel cheated if you never got to experience being a mum. You'd be so bloody amazing at it and I'd love for us to have a little girl, who looks just like you, one of these days..." He trailed off feeling like he was putting too much pressure on her. He was telling the truth about being ok with their family just being the two of them. He could live with that and be so grateful, he'd been given the chance. But he came from a large Italian family where kids were very important. He would love to see their love culminate in a little person, or five, someday.

"Yeah, of course I want kids with you someday." She answered laughing. "I know who you are Elvis Harte, family man extraordinaire! I've seen you with your nephews and nieces. Do you think I could deprive the world, or our potential offspring, of Elvis Harte, the father?" She joked, punching him lightly in the shoulder. He grinned and rolled her over so that he could pin her down and tickle her, in revenge for that cheeky retort. He had other plans for how he would continue his torture mission but it was likely that Georgie would find that particular torment much more pleasurable...

Later, as they lay there drifting off to sleep, Georgie said, hesitantly. "I know you won't like it, but in the interest of fresh starts, I really owe it to Jamie to see him one last time and let him know we're leaving." Elvis was quiet for a long time and Georgie wondered if he had nodded off, she lifted her head to look at him. He was staring at the ceiling so she put out her hand and turned his face towards her. She raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"Ok." He said

"Ok?" Georgie asked, doubtfully.

"Yeah, Ok. But I'm coming with you, take it or leave it." He said dismissively pulling her into a tight hug.

Georgie had hoped to see Jamie alone but she knew it was best to pick her battles with Elvis, where Jamie was concerned, so she simply nodded and kissed him sleepily.

Jamie had been relieved to finally receive a text from Georgie asking if they could meet at the hospital cafeteria. He'd have preferred somewhere more private but he was on duty anyway and logistically it was the best fit. He had been so worried about leaving her with Elvis the other night but he was not really sure what else he could have done, she clearly wanted him to go and at the end of the day, it was her call, she was a tough cookie and she was a better judge than he of what Elvis was capable of. He'd been texting her several times a day, over the past week but she'd only texted him back briefly once to say she was fine, before arranging this meeting. He loved her so much and couldn't stand the thought of losing her. The kidnapping had shaken her, that much was clear and that bastard Elvis had used the situation to worm his way back into her life. He felt sure that she would have seen through him by now and would be regretting letting him sweet talk her.

He stood as he saw her enter the cafeteria, he tried to embrace her as she reached the table but she shrank away from him looking over her shoulder nervously. "What's the matter?" He looked confused. "Oh, you're not alone then?" He realised, sadly. "I'd hoped we could talk properly."

"Jamie, we've already talked and talked. There really is nothing more to say. I love him, I always have and I always will. The only reason I'm here is to say goodbye. We're leaving tonight. We're moving to London together. I felt I owed it to you to tell you in person. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I really thought we could work but I know now I was just fooling myself. It's always been him. Goodbye Jaime." With that Georgie stood up and started towards the door.

Jamie was shattered, this was all happening so quickly. How could she have let that bastard come between them? Before Kenya they were so happy and on the verge of getting engaged and now she was slipping from his grasp, heading off to London with the man who destroyed her life two years ago. How could this be happening? He leapt to his feet and strode after her. He caught up with her just outside the cafeteria. He put his hand out to grab her arm. "Jamie, don't." She begged. "Just let me go."

Jamie sensed Elvis' presence before he heard the chillingly, calm voice. "Don't touch her!" Elvis was now in front of them shaking his head in warning. Jamie dropped Georgie's arm as if he'd been electrocuted.

"Go and wait in the car George." Elvis said, with a hard edge to his voice. There was no way that Georgie was going to leave Jamie alone with Elvis, not in a million years, she gave him a mutinous look. In turn, he glared back at her.

"You can't leave Georgie, I can't lose you." Jaime said sadly.

"Oh really?" Elvis mocked. "Look mate," he continued smugly, "She was never yours to lose, she's mine, my wife, she's always been mine and she always will be!" "Come on George, it's time to go." Elvis said firmly, taking her hand and leading her away.

Jamie felt like he had been punched in the stomach, he felt sick. What the hell just happened? He really had lost her, the love of his life. What an idiot he'd been to fall for her in the first place. Looking back now, it was obvious, even though he'd asked her again and again, she'd always resisted pushing her divorce through. She hadn't been over Elvis at all. Elvis was right, she'd never been his, however much he'd wished she was.

Elvis opened the passenger door for her. "Get in the car George!" He snapped. "What the fuck did you ever see in that tosser?" He wondered out loud. Georgie made no move to get in the car. Poor Jamie, he really was a lovely guy, he just wasn't her guy. But she wasn't about to get into that with Elvis now, he wasn't in the right frame of mind. "You didn't have to do that Elvis, I could have handled him without you jumping in with both feet." She offered, clearly annoyed.

Elvis scoffed at that. "Yeah, the last time you handled him, he ended up spending the night in your bed, I seem to recall - just get in the fucking car George!"

"Oh give it a rest Elvis, I've already told you I'm sorry. Anyway nothing would have happened here in the middle of the hospital cafeteria." She said, exasperated. "You didn't have to give him the 'she's mine' speech and rub the poor sods nose in it." She'd never forget the look on Jamie's face as Elvis had taunted him with that. She felt so guilty about how she'd treated him. He really hadn't deserved it.

"Of course I fucking did George! It's true and he needed to bloody hear it. I don't know why you're worrying about him. Anyway if you'd waited in the car like I told you to, you wouldn't have had to see that."

"Elvis, let's just get one thing clear, we're not at work now, so I don't have to follow your bloody orders!" She reminded him rolling her eyes and shaking her head incredulously.

Elvis just shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "Okay then, please will you get in the car?" He said sarcastically holding up his hands in surrender. She gave him a withering look and climbed in, saying. "You shouldn't be driving in this mood, we'll end up having an accident. Let's find somewhere to get some dinner before we set off."

The last thing Georgie felt like doing was eating, especially after that confrontation but she needed Elvis to calm down properly before starting off on their journey south. She knew it had been a mistake to let him come but it would have been worse if he'd found out she'd met up with Jamie behind his back. She had her work cut out getting him past his jealousy over her relationship with Jamie. It was going to take time but at least that would be easier down in London, away from here. She hadn't even asked him about the relationships he'd had during their time apart because, quite frankly, she didn't want to know. What was the saying... ignorance is bliss. Just thinking about it, made her feel distinctly ill. So she understood how difficult it must have been for Elvis, having to confront her relationship with Jamie. To be honest, she was secretly quite proud of how he'd handled the situation. Although he'd come close, he hadn't committed any violence and for that, he got top marks in her book.

Her mood lifted, now they'd dealt with her family and Jamie, they could move on with their new life together. It was certainly never going to be dull with Elvis by her side that was certain. Georgie smiled at that thought. She glanced sideways at him to see if he'd calmed down. He caught her looking and turned to give her a crooked smile. Her heart melted instantly. "Am I forgiven then Mrs Harte?" He asked putting his hand high up on her thigh, sending bolts of lightning straight to her groin. He bloody knew she couldn't resist him. Her returning smile told him all he needed to know. His eyes returned to the road and he started singing along to the radio happily tapping his hands on the steering wheel.

Georgie sighed happily, my god, she thought, he could be bloody infuriating at times but at the end of the day, he was all she could ever want or need. She couldn't believe how lucky they were, that they'd found each other again and been given this second chance. One thing was for sure, she wasn't going to screw it up this time!