Mel struggled to keep up with Cyd as they walked back to their flat, it was clear that the events of the last hour had taken their toll on her but Mel was determined to be there for her partner.

'Will you slow down a bit please babe, I am struggling to keep up with you.' Mel called after Cyd which forced her to stop. 'What's with the rush anyway' she said as she got closer to Cyd.

'I just want to go home, is that so wrong of me?' Cyd spat back at her girlfriend.

'No, but I don't see how marching home at break neck speed is going to help.'

'It is not going to help, but I just don't know what to do.' Cyd confessed. Mel took her by the hand and pulled her into a hug.

'There is nothing you can do. You just need to leave her to work things out for herself.'

'But, she is lying to herself, this isn't who she is Mel, she would never be like that, never. This isn't her. I have really let her down over the years; I need to make up for it. She has been through so much, I didn't know about the accident, her counselling, her house or her Dad, I should have been there for her Mel. Now she is married and lying to herself about who she is, I need to help her see the right path she needs to take.' Mel could hear the desperation in Cyd's voice moreover; she could see the silent pleading in her eyes.

'And how are you going to do that?' Mel responded with a softened tone in the hopes it would calm Cyd down.

'I don't know, maybe I should call in and see her at work.'

'Yeah, like I am sure she would appreciate that.'

'I need to do something.'

'I know babe. But, calling in on her at work isn't the best place to have a chat; you won't be able to get her on her own. Jeff is never far from her side and she is never far from his.'

'So what do I do then? You think I am being silly don't you?' Cyd almost sounded defeated by this point.

'No, of course I don't. If this is important to you, then do it. I will support you all the way, but, be sure that it is what you want to do and be prepared for a long and rocky ride. I don't think she will give in so easily.'

'You cannot say that, you don't know her like I do.'

'Listen, I have been at Holby now for a few weeks and she doesn't strike me as someone who changes her mind so easily but…'Mel started to trail off causing Cyd to look her girlfriend straight in the eye.

'But what?'

Mel looked uncertain as to how she would finish that sentence, she wasn't one to get too involved with relationships (unless she could use things to her advantage), especially between a man and a woman, but there was a part of her that felt for Jeff and how he will end up feeling.

'But, spare a thought for Jeff in all this Cyd. You are hell bent on getting Dixie to realise that she is lesbian through and through, just don't forget there is someone else's life and feelings on the line here as well.'

A look of realisation came over Cyd as what Mel had just said sunk in before a flash of anger shot through her eyes. 'He should know her better than anyone else to know that she is lying to herself. He should be telling her, he should not be entertaining the fact that they could be a couple. He needs to be shown just as much as she does.'

'I am sure he will tell her in his own way Cyd, all I am saying is, don't go at her all guns blazing, just remember there is more at stake here than you making up for lost time.'

Cyd lent up against a brick wall and looked at her girlfriend. She had Dixie to thank for this relationship, if Dixie hadn't have been honest about her feelings, Cyd never would have questioned her own. If Dixie hadn't made her see who she really was, she could have ended up with a husband and in an unhappy marriage. Cyd didn't want that for Dixie, she wanted to help her.

'So what shall I do then?' she asked Mel who by this time had lent up against the wall beside her.

'Why don't you text her, ask her if she wants to go out with you for a drink or something to catch up.'

'After what happened tonight, I wouldn't be surprised if she just deleted it.'

'Well, if you don't get a reply, you could walk me into work and we could go to the ambulance bay and you could ask her in person.'

'She will probably throw me out.'

'I don't think so, I reckon she was just shocked to see you again that's all, you took her by surprise. Go on babe, what have you got to lose?'

With Mel's comforting words and arm over her shoulder, Cyd flipped out her phone and wrote a message to Dixie, taking another look at her girlfriend; Cyd kissed her before hitting send. She had done her bit; the rest was up to Dixie.

Unbeknownst to Cyd, over the other side of Holby, Dixie was lying on her bed; she had the box of photos next to her as she looked at the one of her parents, the one of Jeff and the one of Cyd. She was wondering what to do. She hadn't spoken to Jeff since they had got home, deep down he knew she was in turmoil and he thought it best to leave her to it, so that is what he did. In a strange way, Dixie was glad that he had, she wasn't too sure she could face him again tonight.

Looking between all the photos again, she found herself asking more questions. This time, they were about Cyd and why she had come back, was she really a lesbian, what did she want and what did she mean by being honest with myself. She needed to talk things through, talk about her feelings, her confusions, but she wasn't too sure Jeff would be the best person to do this with. She shared so much with him, but was he really the right one to talk to? Could he remain unbiased? Was Cyd the right person to talk to? After all, they went through a lot together, but, could she remain unbiased? Dixie looked at the photo of her parents for some clue as to what to do; she was interrupted by a knock at her door. Looking up she saw Jeff stood in her doorway holding something which she needed in his hands. He knows me oh so very well.

'Thought you might need this' he said as he walked into her room placing down a mug of hot chocolate and a small plate of marshmallows and chocolate biscuits on her bedside table.

'Looks like you read my mind.' Dixie replied giving him a smile.

'You OK princess?' Jeff asked as he moved to perch himself next to Dixie on the side of her bed noticing the box and selection of photos she had on her bed.

'Yeah, I am fine mate, honestly, just been one of those days that's all.'

'You sure, because you only look in the box when there is something you are worrying about. You know I am here for you don't you and you can tell me anything.'

'I know mate, I know.'

Jeff smiled at her realising she didn't want to talk. It hurt him seeing her like this, the last thing he wanted her to do was be something she isn't. As much as he would love to have her as his wife in the conventional sense, he didn't want her to go against who she was, or what she believed. In the end, he decided to lighten the atmosphere as he leant over her and picked up the photo of her and her parents.

'Blimey, who would have thought something so small and cute would have turned into you. You look almost adorable here, what happened?'

'Oi you cheeky sod.' She replied lightly slapping him on his arm. 'I bet you were a right ugly child.'

'Nah, not me, I was cute, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth I was that angelic.'

'Yeah, I believe you, thousand wouldn't.'

Unfortunately, the light hearted mood was short lived as Dixie's phone bleeped with a message; Jeff handed it over to her and watched as the smile drained from her face.

'It's from Cyd, she wants to meet up with me.' Dixie said.

'OK, so, what do you want to do?'

'What do you think I should do?'

'I think you should do what Dixie wants to do, if you want to meet her, then meet her, if you don't, then don't.'

Dixie nodded and smiled at Jeff as she thought about how to respond to the message. Jeff, on the other hand, sensed it was time to go, so, he got up, gave her a quick pat on the leg and left her to it. Dixie watched as Jeff walked away from her before she returned to her message; she thought for a minute as to what she would write before she typed it and hit send. Looking again at the photos on her bed, she wondered if she had done the right thing, it was too late now, the message had gone.