Sandra watched the screen linked to the CCTV camera intently, seeing Rob place the bag filled with decoy notes in the designated location. There was a long moment when he disappeared from the view of the camera and towards the tower, but soon enough, Major Rousseau's voice came through the radio, letting them know that he was safe, and on his way to the station. She breathed a sigh of relief, along with other officers who had joined her in the back of the surveillance van. Now came the most important part- detaining whoever arrived to pick it up.

She was seated directly in front of the screen, with numerous other officers stood behind her, also watching it fixatedly. The only person she had encountered before was Henri, who cast her a concerned glance every so often. It wasn't every day that a police officer was embroiled in an investigation, and until now, he had had no idea that she had been kidnapped in London. It felt like a whole new era had dawned since then.

The door to the back of the van opened suddenly, and she turned to look, in the knowledge that others would keep watching the screen. A familiar figure entered, a man of average height with dark hair and kind brown eyes- Max. He met her gaze somewhat sheepishly, considering what had happened the last time he had seen her, yet she could tell from his imploring stare that he was worried about her. She stood up and moved towards him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. It wasn't until now that she had realised how much she had missed him, how much she had needed him in this dark situation. He held her equally as tightly, placing a kiss on her hair as he breathed in her familiar scent.

"Sandra, I'm sorry," he whispered. "You needed me, and I should have been there for you."

"It's alright. It's not exactly been a barrel of laughs over here, and I don't want you to get involved with all this. You had to work, anyway, you can't just drop everything for me."

"I'm already involved. And I can, if I like. I got on the first flight back from Germany when I heard that you'd got another note, and you were planning all this. Is Rob okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine, he's just dropped off the decoy money and he's being taken back to the station, where he's safe. I'm sorry for pushing you away in the first place."

"It's not your fault. I promise I'm not going anywhere this time." He reassured her, placing another gentle kiss on her lips. There was a sudden flurry of activity from behind them, with radio messages being interchanged rapidly and some people leaving the van. They broke apart to find Henri looking at them urgently.

"Someone has just retrieved the money from the bin. The armed unit are on standby and officers are going to arrest them."

Sandra left the comfort of Max's embrace to rush back to the screen. "Do we have a picture?"

"Here," Henri gestured to another screen above, which displayed the grainy image of a man beside the bin. The face was indistinguishable, but he was clearly tall and slim. However, there was something about him, or rather, what was accompanying him, which was unexpected. He was pushing a pram containing a small child.

Henri noticed this at the same time as Sandra, and they looked at each other in confusion.

"Suspect has the money and is walking away but he's pushing a pram, sir, what do we do?" a panicked female voice came through the radio.

"I don't care whether he's got a pram, arrest him!"

The camera relayed an image of four officers bearing down on the man, whose stance turned to one of panic. He tried to run along the walkway but he was surrounded by the police officers, and the armed unit began to advance, priming their weapons.

"Stop!" Sandra yelled. "He's got a baby!"

There was a long, tense moment as the suspect realised it would be foolish to run whilst carrying a pram, and everyone paused. Slowly, he held up his hands in surrender, and she held her breath until the video displayed him being pinned to the ground and handcuffed, his pram and the bag taken by one of the officers.

"The suspect is detained, sir," a male voice this time.

"Armed unit stand down," Henri said into his radio device. "Suspect is detained. Put him in the car and take him to the station. Good work."

Sandra breathed a deep sigh of relief, although for her, the tension still remained. This wasn't what she had expected. Why did he have a pram with a child in it? Who was he? Why did he want the money? Why had he organised all this? She removed her head from her hands to find Max by her side, his arm placed firmly around her.

"We've got him, it's alright," he reassured her soothingly.

"But…" she replied feebly, unable to fathom her questions and distress into words.

"We'll find out soon enough. Come on, let's go home."

"No. I'm going to the station. I need to see him being interviewed, I need to find out why he did this, and I need to see Rob."

Her partner sighed, knowing that there was no arguing with her. She had a right to know.

"Okay."