"How are you feeling? Ready to head home?" His voice came from behind her and frightened her half to death. It was still half dark, the sun only just beginning to rise as she tried to calm herself down.

"I'm okay." She nodded, glancing over at him as he sat down on the bench beside her.

He opened his mouth to ask her if she'd got everything, then realised what a stupid question it was. Of course she hadn't, she hadn't even got any clothes never mind any belongings. She was sitting there beside him in a pair of Lane's combats and a football shirt one of the boys had given her.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked, squinting at her. Even in the dim lighting he could see just how bruised her face was. He so desperately wanted to ask her what had happened, but it wasn't his place.

"I said I'm fine okay." She snapped. "I'm going to have my bloody mother asking me that every thirty seconds in a few hours time I expect so I don't need it from you too." She felt a bit guilty for snapping at him, but he'd really picked his moment. She wasn't sure what she was more worried about, getting on a plane or having to face her family when she finally got back.

"Copy that." He said slowly, trying not to let it get to him. She didn't mean it, they both knew that. But then again, he wasn't really sure why it did bother him, it wasn't like they were friends and he'd probably never see her again after this if he was honest. His stomach dropped at the thought.

"Have you not got somewhere to be?" She asked. "Like ordering some poor sod around and making them clean the toilets?"

He smiled. "All in good time." He winked, and for a moment she just started at him.

"So, are you headed back home, to London?" He asked, changing the subject awkwardly. Why was it he felt like a bloody awkward teenager sitting there talking to her? He'd just winked at her for god's sake!

She nodded. "Yeah, back to Mum and Dads and then just go wherever I can get a job after that I guess." She shrugged. She hadn't thought through the specifics of what would happen when she got back, the thought of actually being back there was terrifying enough without adding on what she was going to do when she got there.

"Where in London do your parents live?" He asked.

"Why? You planning on stalking me?" She joked.

He could feel himself turning red. "No! I just…" what was wrong with him?

She smiled, the first genuine smile he'd seen from her. "I'm only messing with you mate, although if you are a stalker then I've had enough shit for this year alright?"

"Yeah, alright." He mumbled.

"My Mum and Dad live just round the corner from the West Ham ground. Big old block of flats, it's a bit rough but it's alright really." She shrugged. "Posh twat like you would be horrified if you ever had to set foot in the place." She joked.

He smiled. "I don't think you can really call me a posh twat, you don't even know me."

"Yeah but I do, and she's not wrong is she?" Elvis appeared beside them, raising an eyebrow at Charles. "Now I hate to break up this party but some of us have got a plane to catch."

Charles nodded. "How long is the helicopter going to be?"

"Five minutes." Elvis said. "I'm just going to say goodbye to Georgie."

Charles cocked his head. "Are you sure that's wise?"

Elvis shrugged, already backing away from them. "Probably not, but I haven't got much to lose at this point?"

"Good luck!" Charles called shaking his head.

"What's all that about?" Molly asked.

Charles shook his head. "Georgie's pissed off, and I mean she has got every right he did leave her at the altar, but he seems to think he can charm his way back."

"Bloody hell." Molly shook her head.

"Yeah, tell me about it." He sighed. "Before you go." he pulled a crumpled bit of paper out of his pocket and scribbled his phone number on it. "If you need anything, once your back then you can call me anytime, I won't be back until the end of next month but the offer still stands."

She hesitated for a moment. "Thank you." She said softly. "For everything, you've done more than enough though, you rescued me."

"It's my job." He shrugged. She rolled her eyes. "Don't look at me like that, it is. You go to work and save people's lives and we run into buildings full of terrorists. It's not that different."

"I suppose." She said slowly. "God, I can't even imagine getting a normal job after all this time."

He laughed quietly. "All in good time." His eyes focused on Georgie, who was walking towards them next to Elvis. They were talking, and she didn't look like she was about to hit him so maybe whatever he'd said had actually worked.

"I just wanted to come and say goodbye." Georgie said as she reached them. She held her arms out, and Molly stood up and gave her a hug.

"Thank you, for everything." She whispered. She could feel tears welling in her eyes and she cursed herself. She never cried and she sure as hell wasn't about to start now.

"Take my number." Georgie said, thrusting a bit of paper into Mollys hand as she pulled away. "I'll come and see you when I get back?"

"Deal." Molly nodded, shoving the bit of paper into her pocket.

"Right, come on then, let's get moving I need to actually get home at some point this year." Elvis rolled his eyes.

"Oh, and one more thing, don't listen to a word he tells you Molly, he's full of shit." Georgie laughed as the four of them walked over to where the other special forces guys were waiting. They could just hear the helicopter as it approached.

"Got it." She laughed.

Elvis rolled his eyes but didn't argue.

"Thanks again." Molly said, turning to smile at Captain James again. If he said anything in return it was drowned out by the noise of the helicopter.

Elvis waved her forward and she followed him out, trying to forced down the nerves as she climbed into the helicopter to start the journey back to London.