A/N: This is it everyone! Just a short fluffy epilogue. Merry Xmas!

Christmas Eve 1984

You have to admit, the scene around you is a mess. The entire station is blind drunk and toppling over one another, singing disjointed Christmas carols between taking swigs of their drinks. You honestly think you've never laughed harder or felt happier than you do tonight. The world seems at peace, just for a moment.

He rejoins you at the table and gives you that smile you know is exclusively yours, one that no one else ever sees. You reach over to squeeze his hand, then join him in a toast for the year to come, clinking your glass against his. The fire's light glints off the ring on your finger, a beautiful diamond inscribed by one word

Unbreakable.

Your not sure what the music choices for tonight in the restaurant are based on, it seems to be a mix of Christmas songs and last years pop music. The track changes, and you stand, recognising the opening bars, and offer your hand to Gene.

"Let's have a dance"

He looks scandalised. "No…Gene Hunt does not dance!"

You raise your eyebrows at him suggestively, and he begrudgingly sighs

"Alright, lets get the dancing out the way"

Taking your hand, he leads you into the middle of the restaurant, as Spandau Ballet plays loudly. He wraps one arms around you waist and takes your hand in his.

Peering over his shoulder, you watch your friends enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the holiday. Sam and Annie are sat on a table near the fire, legs intertwined, hands joined, whispering in each others ears and laughing at whatever private joke they are telling. Ray is chatting up yet another woman at the bar, who has a peculiarly smug look on her face. Scanning your memory, you realise why. You remember him leaving with said woman last Christmas, and event which has undoubtedly slipped his mind. She is probably planning her revenge, now he is much more drunk than she is and totally at her mercy. You wonder is you should warn him, but decide maybe a taste of his own medicine is probably what he needs. Chris and Shaz are kissing under the mistletoe. You can see why the others call them 'sickeningly romantic'. You cant help think its rather sweet all the same. Viv meanwhile, appears to be arguing with Luigi over the football. Men, honestly….

Slowly, you lower your head to rest on Gene's shoulder, where is remains for the rest of the dance. As the song ends, he kisses you lightly on the lips, and, keeping your hand tightly in his, leads you towards the stairs of your flat, which has been 'home' to both of you for quite some time now.

At the foot of the stairs, you turn to take one more glance at your assembled friends, think momentarily of your family in the future, but realise that tonight, everyone you love, no matter where they might be, are happy.

And ultimately, that's all that matters.

THE END