A/N slight cross over with The Sweeney. Don't own that either.

Sleep

Charlie stared at the figure in the bed. The Steve McAndrew she knew was full of energy, always moving, always on the go and larger than life. The only times she had seen him quiet was in his sleep or contemplating his relationship with his son. Tears pricked her eyes as she realised her pedantic, warm and kind partner may have gone for good.

"You can sit next to him." A young nurse smiled slightly. "Talk to him. This is your chance to have your say without him interrupting."

"That's a first." Charlie sighed as the young man in the navy uniform steamed her into the room.

"I'll be back in a bit." The nurse she now knew was called Neil left them as he made his way to the nurses station. Charlie swallowed hard. She had expected tubes and machines but nothing like this. This was like something from a horror film or Star Trek not what she had been expecting.

"Hello lazy." She kissed his bruised cheek, mindful of the bandage wrapped around his head. "You'll do anything for some kip. Sandra and Gerry were here. Are they joined at the hip?" She took his hand, again mindful of the wires and drips before sitting down. "I wish you'd wake up. But they said your brain needs to rest. I need to tell you something but you have to be able to understand what it means." She kissed his hand gently. "Don't let the scum that did this win! Come back to me. To us." She sighed as she watched his face remain impassive. "Please." She whispered as the machines continued to monitor Steve's blood pressure, heart rate and other bodily functions. Sighing she rested her head next to his arm and tried not to cry.

Xxxxxxx

Brian shook his head, he knew Scampi needed a walk but there was something in the back of his mind. Something needling away at him. Deciding fresh air could help he called the dog's name leaving Sasha to argue when Strickland and Dan to decipher exactly what was going on.

Xxxxx

"Flying Squad? Really?" Jack asked as Gerry drove through the East End of London.

"Yeah. George is older than me. Was a copper before me. Got CID then Regan and him went to Flying Squad before I went to murder." Gerry explained. "Good copper, gobby git. Fancied himself a lady's man. Mind you, im and Regan were the best St what e did."

"Sounds familiar." Sandra watched him narrow his eyes.

"We look similar. That's where it ends. Barely spoke since I was a kid."

"Shame." Sandra glanced out the window knowing what it was like to be the black sheep of the family. It didn't bother her anymore but she could see it hurt Gerry. He shrugged before parking his car. He'd explained more to Sandra about his family than anyone he had known and she still didn't judge him. He smiled slightly knowing how lucky he was to find UCOs when he did.

"That's im." Gerry pointed at the balding man having a cigarette on the doorstep of an austere looking building in front of them. Sandra looked at the sandy haired man then back at Gerry.

"Bloody Hell, you could be twins!"

"Sore point. Don't mention it. His mum and my dad were close. If yer know what I mean." Sandra raised her eyebrows as Jack shook his head. It seemed his younger friends really did come from the most dysfunctional of families. He stayed quiet, knowing that he was old enough to be their father.

"Gerry!" George threw the cigarette but away as he walked towards them.

"Alright? This is Jack and my Guv."

"Superintendent Sandra Pullman." Sandra shook his hand narrowing her eyes as she took in the lecherous way he stared at her. "Gerry tells us that you worked Flying Squad in the late 70s."

"Yeah. I was a DS then." He shrugged. "Loved it. Not like policing nowadays."

"You and DI Regan worked on the jewellery shop robbery? Where a woman died. The shop owner?" Sandra folded her arms as the two cousins glared at each other.

"Yeah." He nodded. "Never caught the killer. Never got the jewellery back either."

"We know." Gerry snapped.

"We're looking into it." Jack tried to placate the cousins. Neither man looked happy. Sandra could feel the tension radiating off the men in waves. She hated seeing Gerry so agitated but knew his cousin was the closest thing they had to a lead.

"You reopened the case?"

"Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad." Gerry glared.

"U Cocs!"

George laughed. "Bout right for you, Gerry!"

"UCOS. The open crimes is hyphenated."

"I bet it is!"

"Can we get on!" Sandra snapped. Both men fell silent instantly. Sandra glared at George knowing she had to talk to him but not liking what she was going to hear.

Xxxxxxxx cc

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