Undercover

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Epilogue

"I know I made you promise we would spend the rest of the weekend in your bed" Robert began.

"This just wasn't what you meant by it?" Sandra replied completing his thought. It was Sunday afternoon and Sandra felt as though she had done nothing but drink water and sleep since the moment she got home the day before.

"Yes exactly" he agreed.

"That will teach you to be careful what you wish for" she teased him.

"Yes I know" he grumbled lightly. "You are taking tomorrow off from work correct?" he asked for the tenth time.

"Yes how many times do I need to say it. Gerry, Jack, and Brian will not let me set foot in the office till Tuesday. You have threatened to take me straight home if you see me in the office. What choice do I really have?" She asked trying to feel put out by the way they were treating her, yet even after all the sleep she had gotten she still felt exhausted.

"Sorry but it is true you don't have much choice" he informed her and he almost sounded sorry. But she knew better.

"You know I honestly don't care right? The Glasgow police won't transfer Charles Bennett down here till tomorrow. He can't be interviewed till Tuesday. And before you say it I already know I can't talk to him, one or all of the guys will do the interview. There is nothing but paperwork to do tomorrow and it will likely still be there on Tuesday. I am sure Anne Bennett and Samuel Ellis won't be moved down till tomorrow as well." She told him everything he already knew but she wanted him to know that she understood the reality of the situation and her own limitations. Just talking about it made her feel exhausted.

"And your boss will not be demanding the paperwork any time soon I can assure you." He added grinning at her.

"That is very true" she replied snuggling further into his embrace. "Next weekend can be out sexy fun weekend in bed" she promised him.

"Only if you feel up for it. When do the stitches come out?"

"I have to wait till next Monday" she grumbled. The stitches felt like an inconvenience at this point but she wisely kept the thought to herself. She didn't need to hear him lecture her on her health and safety, again. It had been hard enough to convince him she didn't need to go to A&E the previous night.

After sleeping most of the day on Saturday Sandra had managed to wake up and eat a little dinner. Once she had some soup Robert suggested she change the bandage over her stitches. He offered to help and when he removed the old bandage they could see that several of her stitches had been pulled. The consequences of her using her head as a weapon against Anne. It had taken several minutes of arguing to convince Robert that she didn't need to have the injury looked at.

"Are you sure we should be engaging in strenuous activities next weekend with the stitches still in?" he asked concerned. She knew he was being serious but the question made her laugh a little.

"I am sure I will be fine" she informed him.

"I don't want to risk hurting you" he replied still concerned.

"We will take it easy at first" she conceded to appease him.

"Thank you and you will be okay tomorrow on your own?"

"I will be fine" she sighed.

"Sorry I'm sure you will be glad to have me out of you way so you can have your place all to yourself again." He said looking slightly embarrassed and she worked hard not to laugh once more.

"Actually I think I have gotten use to you being around" she admitted to him.

"Really?" he reacted surprised.

"Yes though it's not like I'm saying you should move in at the moment but after spending a week with you in that small bungalow, I'm going to miss you not being around." She told him honestly.

"I know what you mean" he agreed with a smile. "Why don't I grab some take away after work tomorrow?" he offered.

"That sounds perfect" she sighed happily lifting slightly to kiss him.

"I feel like I have done everything completely out of order" he moaned unhappily when they pulled apart.

"What do you mean?"

"You and me, us, I feel like I rushed all this with you. And I really wanted to do this right. You are important to me, this relationship is very important to me. I don't want to mess this up by doing it wrong." He replied trying to explain to her how her felt. He was scared, concerned, and worried and it was slightly adorable to her not that she would tell him.

"Robert calm down there is no right and wrong. I have had relationships where we did everything in the right order and it still didn't work out. We are consenting adults and we can do this any way we bloody want. We haven't done anything wrong. Who cares if we shared a bed before we discovered our feelings, who cares that we had sex before every going on a date. Though we did have dinner together many times this week and that counts for something. Plus who cares if we went on a fake holiday and fell in love." She told him determined that she would convince him that they didn't do anything in the wrong order.

"And what about using the L word, I have said that quite a bunch?" he asked still unconvinced.

"I don't have a problem with you saying it as long you mean it."

"Oh I definitely mean it" he assured her emphatically.

"I meant it when I said it too, it doesn't scare me" she reassured him.

"That's good, I'm glad, because I would like to keep saying it" he said with a smile.

"I want you too and if I want you to come over for dinner and spend the night several nights a week I don't see anything wrong with that either." She added, her true motive was to determine if he felt the same way .

"I don't think there is anything wrong with that either" he confirmed kissing her once more. "As long as I get to take you out to dinner and maybe a film every once in a while."

"I think I can schedule you in" she agreed playfully.

"Oh I just remembered something" he exclaimed excitedly and she couldn't help but laugh.

"And what is that?" she asked curious what had cause such a reaction in him.

"You agreed to go to the opera with me" he reminded her with a grin.

"I don't know if I truly agreed but if you are offering to take me I am absolutely agreeing right now" she approved more than happy with the idea.

"You don't know how pleased I am to finally be going, seriously no one has ever been willing to go with me" he gushed humorously to her.

"It is just the opera, but I am happy you're glad about this" she laughed lightly.

"I love you" he cried joyfully.

"Because of the opera?" she asked continuing to laugh, he was acting like a little boy.

"Yes and everything else."

"Happy to oblige" she joked until a yawn stopped her.

"Just one more thing and then you are going back to sleep" he said when he caught sight of her yawn.

"What's that?" she inquired curious once more.

"Please don't ever get knocked over the head and tied up on a bomb. I don't want you to go through that again and I don't really want to have to watch you go through that again." He pleaded with her.

"Trust me I don't ever want to have an experience like that, never ever again. But we are the police" she pointed out.

"Yes a fact I know all too well" he sighed.

"Don't worry whatever comes up we can deal with it" she assured him.

"You know hat is very true, how did you get so smart?"

"Well that life lesson comes from having worked with Gerry, Jack and Brian they manage to get out of everything. But don't tell them I said that."

"It will only go to their heads?"

"Exactly, though I promise you I will never get taken in by someone like Anne every again. I feel so stupid for being so gullible." She growled angry with herself.

"She fooled me too, I'm the one who left her alone with you giving her the opportunity to try and kill you once more" he countered.

"I should have been paying more attention I wanted Charles so badly I was willing to believe whatever she said."

"You had no Intel that suggested she was involved in any of his work. The guys agreed on that point, they didn't suspect her either. It wasn't just you, so please don't blame yourself" he begged her.

"I will try but it will be hard" she argued before yawning once more.

"Okay time to go to sleep again" he declared ending the conversation.

"I don't understand, all I have done is sleep since we got home. How can I still be tried?" she whinged.

"Traumatic events and physical injury affect people in all different ways, the stress level on your body was exceedingly high it needs rest to recuperate. Now just close your eyes. I will be right here when you wake up" he promises.

"Don't you dare put golf on that TV while I'm asleep" she ordered him.

"I wouldn't dream of it" he argued.

"Yes you would" she countered.

"I promise no golf" he reassured her kissing her forehead and she shifted slightly snuggling into him her eyes now firmly closed.

"I love you" he told her softly.

"I love you too" she whispered already half asleep. One day she would have to thank the guys for asking Strickland to go undercover with her. But not today it would only go to their heads.

A/N Thank you- a million times over for reading this story, I really hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have. And thank you for all the wonderful reviews they are so lovely!

I am going to try really hard to get come of the other stories I wrote posted but it might take a day or two to actually make that happen.