Healing

Dempsey ached in places where he didn't even know he could ache. The doctor had told him he was lucky to be alive but right then he didn't feel lucky. Sighing he turned to his left where Makepeace sat curled in a ball sleeping soundly. He watched her for a moment sure that she was sleeping he took advantage of the fact he was able to watch her without being chastised for it.

"Don't stare at me." Dempsey smirked as she spoke. Clearly she wasn't as asleep as he thought.

"You've lost weight."

"You've been in a coma." She countered. "Chas said they've charged your father. Spikings is looking into having him deported. It seems the NYPD have been looking for him since September of last year." Dempsey sighed.

"They'll want him back."

"Seems so." Harry yawned.

"Princess, go home. Get some sleep."

"I'm not tired."

"Harry, you are a terrible liar."

"James."

"Spikings told me you collapsed." He held out his hand as she crossed the room to him. "You have to take care of yourself. Slow down."

"I'm fine. I wasn't poisoned. I'm." She closed her eyes as he took her hand. Memories of her time in casualty returned. Part of her didn't know how she would face her boss again. "Did Spikings tell you anything else?" He touched her face as her eyes fluttered open. He nodded.

"I know." He paused. "I don't think he intended to tell me but he did."

"I would have. When you were out of here." The tears began to fall as he nodded, pulling her to him.

"Yeah. I know." He hugged her. "I'm coming home, it'll be ok. We'll be ok." He kissed her hair as he did his best not to cry.

Xxxxxxx

"Infuriating bloody Yanks!" Spikings yelled as he slammed the phone down. "Bloody, over confident, bravado filled, headstrong stupid Yanks!"

"Sir?" Chad asked as he entered the office.

"Captain Gates wants Dempsey senior deported as soon as possible." Chad nodded as he loitered in the wood framed doorway.

"I thought that's what we wanted."Chas frowned. Spikings nodded. He knew Chas was right. The ageing conman was wanted on both sides of the Atlantic for a variety of crimes. It was a small myrick that SI10 had caught up with him.

"Yes. But they also wanted Dempsey and Makepeace to attend court in New York."

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh."

"Can you refuse to release them from duty?"

"The Chief is insistent that I cooperate with New York. They go."

"And what about leaving us short staffed?"

"That. Chas is apparently my problem!"

Xxxxxxx

A/n do I write a sequel with them going to America? Please review