Hi everyone! Hope you guys haven't got bored of this yet, trust me, it is going somewhere. Once again thank you to everyone reviewing and everyone reading, it really means a lot and I'm returning the favour as much as I can...though I don't have time for anything much these days!

Anyway, here's more of Harry being a prize fanny.

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A stalemate is reached.

They maintain a healthy, professional relationship, miraculously.

But nothing changes.

You begin to believe that perhaps, tragically, they simply ran their course.

That is until Emma Lawson meanders into the Thomas Lyell centre on July 28th.

Harry finds a new, live distraction.

And Nikki seems to lose all bearings.

Detective Inspector Emma Lawson of London Central CID was everything Nikki wasn't; A slick haired brunette with a slightly curvatious figure, piercing, emerald green eyes and an olive glow to her skin. She dressed corporately, smartly, if not slightly provocatively. She wasn't the kind of woman to take prisoners and this, coupled with her initial flirtations with Harry (throughout which Nikki sat, arms folded, fizzing) told you that she and the youngest member of your team would not get on at all well.

"Leo?"

Harry looks slightly flustered as he pops round your office door and proceeds to come in and stand at your desk when you acknowledge him.

"Can I go early tonight? It's just I have a…somewhere to be."

Really, you don't need any more information, but you raise a questioning eyebrow all the same. You enjoy watching him squirm.

"Um…I'm taking Emma out for a bite to eat…N-nothing formal…we were both free…so…"

There is a chap at the open door behind him and Harry whips round to find Nikki, waiting there, files in hand. She quickly comes in, not meeting either of your gazes, placing the files on the desk and then leaves as quickly as she came. You feel for her, you really do, and as much as you don't want to take sides, she most certainly didn't deserve any of this.

You coolly dismiss Harry and watch as he takes his coat from the stand and lingers for a moment watching her. She is standing behind his desk, flicking through a book she has just picked out, for research, or just something to do, you're not sure which. You hear him say her name but you can't quite make out the rest. All you know is that Nikki doesn't look up once, not until the door to the Lyell centre swings shut and she gives a tired sigh and sits down at his desk, hands protectively on her stomach. You have never felt so sorry for anyone.

"You okay?"

"Yep." Although she looks like she is about to cry.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Nikki. It's just his way of distracting himself, nothing serious."

"I really couldn't give a damn, Leo. He can do what he likes I'm not the boss of him."

You wonder if she knows that you can tell she means the exact opposite of what she says. She has contorted her face into a crooked pout. It's to stop her lips from shaking.

"Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Come on now, you know that's not on, you need to keep yourself healthy. How about we go for something to eat now, hmm?"

When she doesn't answer, you step closer turning her chair away from the desk and kneeling down in front of her. You take her hands tightly in your own.

"You don't need to be worrying yourself with what Harry's doing with himself. All you need to do is concentrate on you. Harry isn't stupid. He still cares about you. If you ever need him, for anything, he'll be right there you mark my words. Now I think we should get out of here for tonight, what do you say?"

At last, relief washes over you when she gives you a watery smile. She's drawn the short straw in everything, she thought she was doing the right thing by leaving him, and now she is pregnant and heartbroken and alone.

All she ever did wrong was fall in love with him.

You decide in that moment it will always be your mission to be there for her.

You will be the one that never lets her down.