Pray

Dempsey pushed her hair away from her face as the rain began to batter the Tarmac. He didn't care, all that mattered was the woman in front of him the woman who had risked her life to save his little sister.

"Harry." He held her head still. "Open your eyes. Cmon Makepeace, open your eyes! Don't you leave me like this." His voice broke as tears fell from his eyes onto her face. "Harry, please don't leave me."

The sound of sirens somewhere in the background went unnoticed as time stood still. He didn't care that his father was dead. That the older man would never stand in front of a judge and jury to answer to his crimes. All that mattered was Harry. He became vaguely aware of his sister crying as paramedics arrived.

"Sir?" An EMT touched his arm. "You need to let us take a look at her."

"She's dead."

"Let us look at her. Ok?"

"She's gone." Dempsey wiped a tear away as the paramedics began working on her.

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"Chas!"

Chas inwardly groaned as he heard his name called out through the offices of SI10. He was exhausted, fed up and annoyed at the never ending amount of paperwork there seemed to be. His name being yelled a second time meant he couldn't ignore it any more. Dave shot him a sympathetic look as Chas headed towards Spiking's office.

"Sir."

"Do we have any way of contacting Lord Winfield?"

"Harry's father?"

"Yes." Spikings pinched the bridge of his nose. "That Lord Winfield."

"It's probably in her personnel final. I'll look. Why? Is everything ok?" Chas was immediately worried. He had no idea what his friends were up to across the Atlantic but if Spikings wanted the number of her next of kin then it was serious. Spikings nodded.

"Dempsey called. I don't know the full story but Harry was in a car accident. She's badly hurt. That's all I know."

"I'll get that number." Chas answered quietly before heading back into the outer office.

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Dempsey screwed his hands into fists. He was numb. There was no other way to describe it. He felt numb; as though he was in a nightmare but unable to wake up.

"James." He blinked as he heard his mother's voice. "James, look at me."

"Ma." He swallowed hard.

"I was told that girl had a pulse. That she was breathing when they brought her in. That has to be good."

"Yeah."

"I'm no doctor - but that has to give her a fighting chance."

"She's tough." He felt his lip quirk into a half smile. "Tougher than any guy I've ever worked with. Ma, I."

"She's the one." The older woman sighed. "Does she know?"

"I think so." He sighed. "Where'd Ash go?"

"She's talking to officer Chan. She's ok. Harry saved her life." Dempsey smiled, nodding. "Your father died. He died when the car crashed."

"I don't care." Dempsey watched as his mother crossed herself. Catholicism was still vitally important to her. He had very little time for any God that took his Harry away from him. He ran a hand over his face, exhausted and knowing he should care that his father had died but all he saw was the end of the nightmare the dead man had caused his family his entire life.

"You do." Anita held onto his forearm. "You care, because you are a good man. I know that, Ashley knows that and I know Harry knows that."

"Harry's father. I should call him."

"See what the doctor says first." Anita advised. "Have some facts before you frighten her parents."

"Her mom died when she was six. Horse riding accident. Harry witnessed it." He felt his heart break for the young girl Harry had been. "She still has nightmares about it."

"Oh, the poor child."

"Freddie is her only real family." Dempsey felt his voice break.

"No." Anita shook her head. "He isn't. She has us now too." Dempsey smiled at his mother's words just as a nurse called his name. His stomach turned as he realised this was it. He was about to hear their fate.

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