Author's notes: A big thank you to Jane Doe51, louiseKurylo, MaryMc and guest for your continued support for this story, it keeps me going. Here is plan B put in to action.

"Okay woman isn't it time to stop laughing."

Teresa has been backed up to the bed as Patrick advanced on her and she's fallen on top of the bed, Patrick has laid on top of her, supporting his weight with his arms, trapping her underneath him.

"I'm not laughing. I've finished, I promise."

"That's not what your eyes are telling me, nor that little turning up at the edges of your mouth."

Teresa tries hard to suppress the urge but she breaks out into a huge grin.

"I'm sorry, but every time I think of you putting this plan in to action, I can't stop smiling."

Patrick puts on a hurt expression.

"This may be fun for you, but I'm taking on a dangerous killer here, it's no laughing matter."

Teresa struggles to maintain a serious expression, but is not succeeding very well.

"If you are to have any success at all, we need to be getting over there."

Patrick lets out a deep sigh.

"I know, I know."

He straightens up and holds out his hand to help her off the bed. Teresa takes the offer and as she stands up she gives him a kiss.

"Just remember, it's Charlie's life that's at stake here."

"I know, I know, I wouldn't be doing it otherwise."

Teresa picks up her jacket off the back of the chair, Patrick takes it off her and helps her on with it. After her arms are in, he pulls her hair out from underneath it.

She turns to him.

"When it's all over I can't wait to hear if cougars are worthy of their reputation."

She ducks out of his way and is out the door with Jane following in her wake, calling after her.

"You're going to be sorry for not taking this seriously."

The communal room is full of people when Patrick and Teresa arrive back at Charlie's place. Charlie is by the window talking to the chess playing gentleman who moves away as Patrick and Teresa come close, giving Patrick a withering look as he leaves.

"Looks like I made a friend there."

Patrick kisses Charlie on the cheek.

"He's not very happy with you Jamie, but he'll get over it. He'll be back to his insufferable self in no time."

"Good to hear."

Patrick scans the room as he bounces on his toes, a sure sign of his nervous energy. He turns his attention back to Charlie as she speaks:

"I've set it in motion for you, done the groundwork as they say."

"Thank you, was she very receptive."

"Started giggling like a school girl."

He gives a pointed look to Teresa

"Very cat like."

He rubs his hands together.

"Well better get this show on the road."

Patrick moves away and starts mingling with the residents, after regaling a couple of the ladies with some coin tricks, a crowd gathers around and Patrick is putting on a show. Teresa settles in a chair in the corner, her arms folded, her face like thunder. After an hour and a prearranged signal, Teresa gets up from her chair and storms over to Patrick, pushing her way through the crowd to get close to him. She grabs his arm and yanks it and in a seething voice:

"Patrick, a word."

Patrick tries to free his arm.

"I'm busy."

"Look at me Patrick, I mean now!"

Patrick turns to his audience.

"I guess I need to take a minute. Don't go anywhere, I'll be back."

As they move away Teresa mutters:

"I wouldn't count on that."

Teresa moves him near the doorway where the spectators witness her angry demonstrations at him, as he stands with his hands out in a conciliatory manner. That changes as the conversation becomes more heated, Teresa turns to leave, when Patrick grabs her to prevent her from walking out, she lashes out, hitting him on the cheek. He lets go in surprise and she out the door and everyone hears the front door slam shut. Patrick's stunned for a moment rubbing his cheek. He becomes aware of the audience and looks at them apologetically.

"Sorry about that…I'll be back in a few minutes"

He disappears towards the kitchen. Gwyneth Bains quickly goes over to Charlie.

"Poor man, are you going to help him?"

Charlie shakes her head.

"No, knowing my grandson, as I do, he probably deserved it."

Charlie whips her wheelchair away from the woman. Gwyneth stares at her and then turns in a huff and heads straight for the kitchen. Charlie turns slightly and watches her go, a small smile on her face.

Gwyneth finds Patrick sitting at the table with his head in his hands as she enters the kitchen, she goes over to him and rests her hand on his shoulder, he raises his head with a jerk.

"Oh. It's you, sorry, you made me jump."

"No, I should apologise, I just came to see if you were all right. That sounded a nasty slap she gave you."

Patrick's still holding his cheek, he looks at her under hooded eyes

"I'm fine thank you, it was quite mild really."

"You mean she's done this before?"

Patrick shrugs:

"You know these law enforcement types, hard to leave that kind of power at work."

Gwyneth drops into the chair next to him and rest her hand on top of the one holding his cheek."

"You poor man, let me take a look."

With a show of reluctance, Patrick allows her to take his hand away, revealing an angry looking red mark. Her face is a picture of horror.

"Oh, that must have hurt."

Patrick waves it off while looking pitiful.

"It's nothing, really. Looks worse than it is."

Gwyneth is gently stroking his cheek.

"I think it's disgusting! Some women don't know how to look after their men."

Patrick looks at her intently.

"I bet you do. I bet you treated your husband like a king."

"You can be sure I did, dinner always on the table when he came home. His wish was my command."

"Well luckily, we're not married yet."

Gwyneth sits up straighter at that news, and smiles sweetly. She lays her hand on top of the hand Patrick has laying on the table.

"If I were you I would keep it that way. She's not the woman for you."

Patrick's face is filled with anguish.

"But if not her, then who? I'm not getting any younger and I'm tired of being alone."

Gwyneth rubs his back soothingly.

"You're a good looking, talented man, and I'm sure there are lots of women looking for someone like you. I know I am."

He looks at her in shock and she back tracks.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Patrick rests his hand on her shoulder.

"No, no, it's fine. I..I just never expected a lovely woman, as yourself, would be interested in me."

Gwyneth's eyes light up with joy. Patrick reluctantly stands up from the table.

"I guess I have to get back, though I don't fancy facing everyone, its humiliating being hit by a woman."

Gwyneth stands up too and looks at him coyly

"Why don't you come up to my room instead….while you recover."

"Your room?"

"I'll make you a cup of tea."

Patrick gives her a small smile.

"You know that sounds lovely."

He offers her his arm and they leave the kitchen towards the elevators.