'Georgieeee!' Charlie cried like a wounded animal as he was dragged away from the cordon. 'Please! That's my wife!'

All hell broke loose as they tried to control him. It had been a long time since Charlie was in the army but he was strong, and he was determined, and he wouldn't give up easily. And then he heard a voice and they stopped struggling against him.

'Wait!' It was Turner.

'That's Georgie!' Charlie pleaded desperately. 'Please, let me get to her.'

'I can't let anyone any nearer than this cordon right now.' Turner replied. 'I understand you're desperate to see her but it's not safe at the moment. We are waiting for bomb disposal to get here.'

'Bomb disposal?!' Charlie repeated. 'Why?'

Turner paused for a couple of seconds.

'Can I trust you not to move?' He asked. 'If they let go?'

'Yes.' Charlie lied, and he felt the grip around his arms loosen off. 'Just tell me what the fucks going on.'

'Georgie appears to be alone but she's wearing a vest.' Turner explained. 'She's not in a good way and I'm worried that if she moves and detonates the vest she might take others with her.'

'I don't care.' Charlie said. 'I'll take the risk.' Before Turner could stop him he pushed past and jumped the cordon.

'Georgie!' He shouted, and he finally saw her move as he reached her. She wasn't dead. Thank god, she wasn't dead.

She was on her knees, he could see how weak she was. She was shivering but clutching the detonator, holding it in front of her.

'Don't come near me.' She whispered desperately. Charlie noticed that her eyes looked broken, they had lost that usual sparkle of determination. She just looked so exhausted and it broke his heart to see her like this. She looked even worse than she had when Elvis had rescued her in Kenya.

'Oh, Georgie.' He said, tears welling in his eyes. He wanted to grab her and hold her tight but he knew that any disturbance to the vest could cause it to blow, and then Olly would be growing up without both his parents. He stroked her hair gently off her face instead, just like he did when they snuggled up on the sofa together in the evening. 'It's going to be ok.'

'I don't know how much longer I can hold it for, Charlie.' Georgie said. 'I'm so tired.'

'Bomb disposal are on their way.' Charlie said. 'It's going to be ok. But you have to be strong. Keep holding that. Don't let it go. Think of Olly.'

'That's all I've thought about. You and Olly.' Georgie said sadly.

'Come back past the cordon Mr James!' Turner shouted over a megaphone.

'She needs water or she's going to collapse!' Charlie shouted back towards the cordon. He knew that if he went over there the officers would grab him and that would be it, and he knew that nobody else would come past the cordon.

One of the officers pulled out a water bottle and Charlie gestured for him to throw it. He was a good aim and Charlie took the bottle back to Georgie and held it to her mouth while she drank it in big gulps.

'I love you.' Georgie said, once she had finished. 'I'm so glad I got the chance to tell you that one last time.'

He could see her breathing becoming laboured, and her eyes were beginning to roll back.

'This isn't the last time, Georgie.' He said. 'And I'm not listening. You have to keep fighting and then you can tell me properly. Bomb disposal will be here any minute and then we can get you to hospital. You can see Olly.'

She shook her head gently. 'Olly... Olly can't see me like this.'

'You'll be ok once you've got some fluids in you.' Charlie said shakily. He looked back towards the cordon desperately, and saw that the bomb disposal unit had arrived. 'They're here Georgie. You just need to be strong for 5 more minutes.'

'Come back now, Mr James!' Said Turner again, more forcefully this time. Charlie ignored him.

Georgie wanted to be strong but it was even an effort to breathe, let alone keep pressure on the detonator. Her thumb was aching as was the rest of her body. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep.

'I can't do this.' She whispered.

'Yes you can.' Charlie said firmly. It reminded her of the day she gave birth to Olly and she was about to give up. Charlie had given her the strength she needed to get through it. 'And then we can go home and enjoy the rest of our lives together.'

A different voice came from behind Charlie. 'I need you to move out of the way, sir, immediately.'

Charlie planted a gentle kiss on Georgie's forehead. 'I love you.' He said, before stepping back a few paces and letting the bomb disposal officer come forwards.

'My name is Pete.' He said. 'I need to examine the device, please stay nice and still. Keep pressure on the detonator.'

Charlie could hardly breathe as he watched Pete examine the vest. He wished more than anything that he could be in Georgie's place. After what felt like forever, Pete stood back and turned to Charlie.

'I'm going to try to disarm it.' He said, and Charlie let out the huge breath he had been holding. 'But you need to move behind the cordon now, sir.'

'I'm not leaving her.' Charlie said, but Georgie interrupted.

'Charlie please.' She begged. 'Olly needs you. He can't lose both of us.'

'He won't lose either of us.' Charlie said.

Charlie did as he was told because if he didn't, Pete wasn't prepared to start and Charlie wanted the vest off her as quickly as possible. As they got to the cordon Pete ordered that they all move further backwards - the exclusion zone was to be extended just in case. Charlie wished he had a big protective suit like Pete's so he could be closer to Georgie. He wanted to catch her as she fell, no matter what.

'Right.' Pete said to Georgie, once the scene had been made safe. 'I'm going to attempt to disarm the device. Keep your thumb on the detonator, ok. Don't let it go until I have made the device safe. If you let go it might blow and I'd quite like to get home for my dinner tonight.'

Georgie managed a weak smile. 'Thank you.'

'Just doing my job.' Pete said. 'Let's do this.'

She tried to control her shivering body as she watched Pete identify the correct cable, and raise the snips to cut it off. It reminded her of the time on tour when Bones cut the wire of the vest and then all had to run to safety. 'Ready?'

She nodded. 'Just get me out of this thing.'

She shut her eyes as she waited for the sound of the snips cutting through the wire, but as soon as it came there was a sudden bleep and Pete's demeanour changed in an instant.

'Get it off now!' He shouted, as the number 10 appeared on the screen at the front of the vest. He scrambled at the fasteners as the numbers began to fall, and everyone began to panic.

'Georgieeee!' Charlie shouted as loud as he could, and he tried to get to her but failed as there were hands on him again, this time so many that he couldn't overcome their strength. They pushed him down to the floor this time, and he had just managed to get back up when the force of the explosion threw him and the others near him backwards. The smoke was so thick he couldn't see for a couple of seconds, and he couldn't hear as his ears were ringing. He sat up and coughed to clear the smoke from his throat, and as it settled he could see two bodies lying perfectly still on the grass in front of him, littered with shrapnel.

'Georgie!' He yelled again, running forwards and grabbing her hand as he got to her. She was completely still, and her body was covered in black soot from the explosion. She looked peaceful, just as she had in Bangladesh after the explosion at the police station. The remains of the vest lay smouldering a few meters back from where she had originally been sitting - once they had torn the vest off they had both run away from it, towards the cordon. They just couldn't get away quickly enough.

'Georgie please speak to me.' He cried, tears running down his face. 'Please don't leave me. I need you. Olly needs you. Please, Georgie tell me where the pain is.'

But she was completely lifeless.