11: It gives me thrills to wind you up.

Dewey sat on the edge of the hospital bed, left arm loosely around his closest friends shoulders as she clutched her bandaged arm and spoke to one of his officers. He zoned out as Hoss asked questions about her attack, muttering about Perkins needing to hurry up checking out the security cameras and basically just filling in for him, and Judy. He idly wondered where she'd got to, she'd disappeared into the night after that kiss. Dewey didn't blame her.

''Well thank you for your time Miss Prescott... Sheriff, i'll go see whats taking Perkins so long, then report back to you, let you get back to your wife.'' the two men shared a knowing smile, having become sort of friends after working together for the best part of three years. Hoss reminded him a lot like a younger version of himself. And he'd been there in the time they'd be working together, whenever Dewey'd had a particularly rough argument with Gale, and he'd done the same back with his own wife.

''Try and get a hold of Hicks while your at it?'' Hoss nodded, having heard the full story of what happened. With Gale having a choice of who died. Everyone in that room, was thinking the same thinking. That Judy Hicks, with her blonde hair and crazy eyes, was most probably dead.

''Will do, Sheriff. I hope Mrs Riley is okay.''

I hope so too. He thought in his head, almost regretting leaving his wife alone when she could have been losing their unborn baby. He'd left her to look after Sidney, when she very much needed him, just as much, or maybe even more.

It wasn't his fault though, and it wasn't as if he loved Sidney more than Gale. Which he really didn't. Hell, he loved that woman more than anything, more than life itself. She may be a pain in the ass half the time, but she was his pain in the ass. And Dewey loved her for it. She was fiercely independent yet everything he did was to protect, and look after, her. He'd fight to the death for her, defend her even when she was the one in the wrong, he'd die for her. They we're complete opposites, Him, kind and caring to everyone. Her, fierce and ice cold to everyone apart from him. She was a bitch, and bitchy, he was anything but. It was all part of her charm though, and you couldn't help but watch her in awe. Her own husband, was no exception. Dewey loved the fact that he, was her only exception. Everyone else got the 'super bitch' Gale Riley, he got his wife.

They fought like mad most of the time, but it was just who they were. Besides, the best part of falling out, was making up right? And boy making up was fun when Gale was involved. He smiled at the memories.

He loved Gale Weathers-Riley. He'd only left her because he still felt some guilt about letting his sister die when he could have saved her, and Sidney was Tatum's best friend, it was almost like she was his sister now. But not quite, Tatum was his little sister, and nothing or nobody would ever replace her.

''She'll be fine Dew, I promise. Gales strong, and with both of your genes, that baby will be too.'' Sidney reassured, knowing what he was thinking.

Dewey managed a smile ''Thanks Sid, but...'' he trailed off as a Doctor entered the room.

''Hows that arm Miss Prescott?'' he asked kindly.

''Could be better'' she shrugged.

''Hmm, well... oh yes, and Sheriff Riley, your wife is awake. She wants to see you.''

Dewey couldn't keep the smile that formed on his face. ''Right, okay. I better go and see her, you'll be alright Sid?'' the words is the baby okay? Died on his lips as he stared at the doctors smiling face. He couldn't bear to ask them, he wanted to, just to have a heads up over how his wife would be feeling but he daren't. Dewey hoped to god that the baby okay, in the past few hours, he'd tried not to think about it. But it was time to find out whether in 6 months time, him and Gale would be parents. He prayed they would be, his deepest fear that if they had really lost this baby then this would be the end of them. They fought so often, and the baby had sort of brought peace to the house, it bought them back together. They were on the same page now, he didn't want them to fall apart. Again.

Sidney nodded ''Yeah, I'll be fine. Now, go to your wife!'' she ushered, pushing him off the bed. Needing no more encouragement, he nodded at the doctor and walked out of the door quickly.

''Sheriff!'' a voice called behind him as he rushed to Gales hospital room, stopping him in his tracks.

Dewey turned around, seeing Hoss and Perkins with worried expressions on their faces.

''What?'' Dewey said, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice, he really wanted to see his wife.

''Its Judy.'' Perkins said simply.

Sheriff Riley sighed. ''What about her?''

''We can't prove anything for sure Sheriff, but her sister has reported her missing, and her car has been found on the outskirts of town, there was blood everywhere. Her blood, but there was no body.'' Hoss shrugged his shoulders, he'd never really liked Judy Hicks. She was a suck up, and just really annoying. He couldn't deny he shared the same opinion as his bosses wife.

''Oh god.''

''I think we should interview Gale, sir. I mean, she was the one who was interacting with the killer...''

''My wife has nothing to do with this Hoss, leave her out of it. She's been hospitalized because of all this, and I highly doubt she wants to talk about it, even if she did know anything. And she doesn't.'' Dewey warned, feeling fiercely protective. He failed to mention why she had actually been rushed to hospital, no-one else knew about this baby, apart from him, her, Sidney and Judy.

''Yes, but Sheriff... with all due respect, I don't suspect Gale, but she could be a key element to finding out whether Judy is dead or alive.'' Perkins tried.

''Who's the sheriff of this town? Yes, me. I call the shots, your not interviewing my wife. I'll talk to her, but no way am I letting you interrogate her. She's not a suspect.''

''I'm not saying she is, but after all Sir, weren't you the one to say, We're all suspects?'' Dewey's anger flared, was Hoss really trying to wind him up?

''Get this into your head, Marcus Hoss. You will leave Gale alone, and get on with your job. Do I really need to tell you how to do that?'' the sheriff snapped.

Marcus realised he'd crossed the line, and stepped back. Holding his arms out in front of him in apology.

''Sorry...''

''So you should be.'' Dewey said flatly. ''report to me to me instantly if you find something'' with that, he stormed off to Gales hospital room.

He paused outside his wife's hospital room, watching her from a gap in the blinds. Her eyes we're closed, and he guessed she was asleep. She looked almost angelic like, portraying an innocence he knew for a fact, did not exist. Dewey smirked at the thought but quickly shook his head. Don't even go there. He thought to himself.

He wondered if she was still mad at his kiss with Judy. Of course she was! Everyone that knew Gale, and he certainly did, would know she wasn't the type of woman to take her husband kissing another woman lightly. He didn't blame her. She hated Judy, and it was no secret that she despised the fact he worked with her. Not because she was jealous (although he secretly knew she was), but because... well to be honest, he wasn't all sure why. He just knew she did, and would never admit it was because she was jealous. If she did in fact envy Hicks, then she must be crazy. Because in his eyes, there was no comparison. He hoped to god she realised that. The kiss was a massive mistake, Dewey wished he could take it back, he'd give anything to take it back. Because then, they might not have been here. Gale wouldn't even have to worry about losing the baby, and Sidney wouldn't have been attacked.

Deciding he probably looked like suspicious just standing outside like this, he pushed the doors open and made his way inside. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound, and slowly she pulled herself up to sit back against the pillows, not uttering a single word. Dewey saw the look in her eyes, the disappointment, the hurt, and the betrayal, all the things he'd forced on her. He also saw her hand placed casually on her stomach.

''Is the baby..?'' he asked carefully.

''The babies fine. I just have to take it easy for the next few weeks.'' she shrugged her slender shoulders, and turned her head so she wasn't looking at him. She may have wanted to see him before, but he'd kissed Judy, He'd caused all this! And he'd left her to look after Sidney. To say she was not impressed, was a understatement.

''Thank god!'' he breathed a sigh of relief. The baby was okay. ''I'll look after you.'' Dewey nodded, confirming it to himself, as well as her.

Gale shook her head indignantly, still refusing to look at him. ''I neither, want, nor need, you to look after me Dewey. I can take perfectly good care of my self, and this baby. I don't need you.'' her tone was cold, and hard.

''I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry Gale!'' Dewey exclaimed, reaching out for her hand, but she snatched it back and recoiled. Her whole expression screamed DON'T TOUCH ME.

''I know.''

''Gale, please look at me.'' he begged.

''No.'' She snapped.

''Gale please, I love you, you know how sorry I am.''

Finally she turned to look at him. ''Its not even about that any more Dewey.'' she said simply.

''Then what the fuck Is it about?''

''US! We can't keep doing this! I can't keep doing this!'' Gale cried.

''Doing what?''

''Us.''

''What are you saying?''

''I'm saying...'' she paused. ''that we don't work any more.''

''Gale...'' Dewey said warningly, Knowing where this was going.

''I... this whole thing is stressing me out. Ghostface, you... everything! All we ever do is fight Dewey.''

He scoffed. ''All we ever do?, my ass.''

''Maybe not in the last few days, but before we found out about this baby. You can't deny it Dewey, we fought over simple shit, ALL THE TIME. And with you and Judy... I don't think I can stay in the same house as you without rowing.''

''I'll admit it, we fight, but I love you. And you know how sorry I am, we can just forget about it?''

''NO! We cannot! I don't want to fight about it with you Dewey, because if I start on this, I will not stop. And you know, how bad our fights can get Dew. I can't keep calm around you right now. And i'm not risking our babies life, on some petty fight about that bloody woman.''

Dewey ducked out of the way just before a vase that was as expensive as it was vile, that he faintly remembered as a wedding present, came flying through the air aimed for his head. Her throw had gotten better after countless amounts of constant rowing and fighting, so ducking was actually necessary now. Her shot landed right behind him, and if it wasn't actually intended to smash into his head, he would have been proud of his wife for her impeccable aim.

Gale sighed as she watched it miss, sending a death glare at her husband, she couldn't even remember what they were fighting about any more. It seemed like all they ever did lately was fight. There personalities clashed on so many levels, and it all caused some train wreck of an argument that both sent them spinning into a world of anger where both of them would scream, shout, and throw expensive items, hoping to injure, hurt or seriously maim each other. They rowed so much that every argument just blended into the next one. A sly remark about his work with Judy Hicks, or her reporting would escalate to screaming and throwing so fast, it would give you whiplash to watch. Today, was no exception. It was funny how all their fights came after comments about each others work.

Dewey glared right back at her, watching her reach for a heavy ornament off the side, and lift it up. He knew what was coming, he jumped to the side, and felt the 'whooosh' as it glided through the air. He heard something else smash behind him but didn't look back.

''Crazy bitch.'' he muttered under his breath, after 9 years of marriage, you'd have thought they would be more mature that to row like 5 year old children.

''WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?'' She cried, stalking towards him, and whacking him in the arm with an oversized cushion.

''You heard.'' he snapped.

''yes, I did! I am not a crazy bitch! You just keep pushing! And pushing, and trying to wind me up!''

''hey! Don't pin this all on me! I'm not the one being physcotic and trying to smash my skull in with vases and bloody ornaments!''

''you deserve it.'' she said coldly.

''NO I dont! All I ever do is Love you! And you throw it back in my face!'' Dewey snapped.

''Yeah, and then you go running to JUDY!''

''She's my friend! That is all!''

''AND I'M YOUR WIFE! What, is she your, SHOULDER TO CRY ON WHEN I'M BEING A BITCH?''

''Yep.'' he shrugged flippantly.

''Wrong answer, Riley.'' she snapped, reaching out, and slapping him round the face. He recoiled and held his cheek, she could see the anger rising in him. Gale couldn't help but smirk, she loved winding him up.

''WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? TO SAY? SHES MY FRIEND! SHES NOTHING ELSE, A FRIEND IS ALL. I LOVE YOU, YOUR MY WIFE, NOT HER.''

''WELL NO SHIT.'' she held up her hand, showing off her engagement ring, and wedding one.''doesn't stop her wishing does it?''

''OH MY GOD GALE, I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU MUST EAT SO MANY LEMONS! YOUR SO FREAKING BITTER.''

''Nice song reference there. Original. What am I supposed to say? I'd rather be with your friends mate? Cause they are much fitter?'' the words did the trick, and he backed her up against the wall angrily.

''Don't you dare.''

''Dare to what exactly?''

''you know exactly what your doing Gale'' he growled.

''Enlighten me?''

''Your trying to wind me up.'' he said simply.

''and its working isn't it?'' she taunted.

''WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?''

'' She acts like shes the one thats married to you for fucks sake, did you see the way she was talking to me today?''

''OH GOD FORBID SOMEONE TALKS DOWN TO GALE FUCKING WEATHERS?''

''Thats not fair!'' she exclaimed.

''Alls fair in love and war, sweetheart.'' Dewey drawled.

''Asshole.'' she glowered darkly.

''Not so nice when your on the receiving end is it?''

''DON'T START DEWEY.'' she cried.

''Why? I'm telling it like it is, calling it like I see it. Just like my lovely wife does.''

''YOUR SUCH A DICK.'' Gale went to slap him again, but he grabbed her wrist.

''Don't even think about it.'' he warned.

She smirked,''oh I thought about it, sweetheart.''

Bitch, he thought.

''Fuck this.'' he said, stepping back.

She grinned ''aw, is it all getting to much for little sheriff riley? Can he not take the heat?'' she taunted.

He took her by surprise, by slamming his fist into the wall next to her head, she stood frozen in fear.

''I repeat, your such a crazy bitch Gale Weathers.'' Dewey said, storming out the room.

It wasn't funny any more, she thought as she slid down the wall.

''Its Gale Riley now.'' she muttered to herself, sighing.

''What are you suggesting?'' he asked, unimpressed.

''I'm suggesting, you move out.'' Gale said slowly.

Well fuck that. He thought.

''No, effing, way.'' Dewey said, instantly.

''Don't make this difficult Dewey.'' she warned.

''I'm not. But I refuse to leave our home, theres a killer on the loose Gale! I'm not letting you be alone.''

''Why won't you listen to me? I CAN LOOK AFTER MYSELF.'' she snapped, trying to remain calm. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. She chanted in her head, desperately wanting to smash her husbands head in.

''I don't care. I love you too much to let you get hurt, i'm staying .'' Gale saw there was no way out of this, and glowered.

''Fine, whatever. Your sleeping in the guest room.'' She shrugged.

''Fine.'' they sat in silence for a while, both seemed to be mulling thoughts over in their head.

''Can you just, leave me alone now? Go see Sidney, you seemed quick to jump to her aid before.'' bitterness en-laced itself within her voice, and she couldn't help it.

''Whatever.'' Dewey shrugged, standing up, not bothering to argue. He as he stood up. ''Judy's dead.'' he muttered, surprising himself.

Gale looked at him blankly, ''Good.''