A/N – Thanks for reviews. This one ended up quite sad, especially the last one.

Danny and Fiona - She's Always A Woman

Danny was never entirely sure how Fiona did it, but she somehow managed to come back after being out in the field looking exactly, exactly, as she had done when she left. She could have gone and wrestled with a tiger and he suspected she would still come back looking unruffled and totally beautiful, as always. He couldn't even tell how she did it when he was her partner in the field and, if she ever caught him watching her, she would just smile as though she could tell what he was thinking.

One day, he finally found the right moment to ask her.

"Honestly?" she shrugged, "i just don't care about it. It's quite amazing how much self perception changes what others think and see."

"Wow," he nodded, impressed.

"And witchcraft," she deadpanned, "There's the witchcraft too."

Malcolm and Zaf - Anyway You Want It

"Come on then, Malcolm, place your bet."

Zaf planted himself into the spare chair in the Den, notebook in hand. He watched Malcolm finish fiddling with the bug he was holding and then turn, one eyebrow raised.

"I beg your pardon? What bet?"

"The Harry and Ruth bet," he grinned, "I'll give you good odds."

"No, thank you," Malcolm shook his head, "I'll stay out of that, if you don't mind."

"Come on," Zaf wheedled, "You've been watching them the longest. You want it as much as we do."

"Perhaps I do think it would be good for them," he replied, "But I will not make a game of it."

"It's not a game," Zaf said, feeling suddenly guilty. Thankfully, Malcolm smiled.

"I know," he said gently, "I'll just keep my thoughts to myself, if that's alright with you."

Colin and Jo - Forget You

Rowan was watching her when Zaf phoned with the news of Colin's murder and Jo found she couldn't compose her face quickly enough in order to not betray herself to her companion.

"What's happened?" he asked, full of concern. She knew she should lie to him, but her brain felt frozen, still processing the idea that Colin would have been hurt.

Sweet, funny Colin.

"Uh," she stumbled, "It's a friend of mine. He - he's killed himself."

"Oh my God," Rowan helped her to a chair, "I'm so sorry. Were you close?"

"Not close enough," Jo felt hot tears well in her eyes, "But he was lovely. And so smart. I should have given him more time. He asked me out for a drink a couple of times and I always said no."

"I'm sorry," Rowan repeated, "Did you know he was unhappy?"

Jo was saved having to answer by the tears. They'd long spilled over.

Lucas and Dimitri - No Place Like London

"Alpha One, he's on the move," Dimitri jogged after the target, who was walking suddenly as though he knew he was being tailed, "I think he's on to us."

"Copy that, Alpha Two," Lucas' voice came over the comm, "I've got him. He's heading into the station. Who's closest?"

"You, I think," Dimitri tried to dodge two buses that had appeared from nowhere, cutting him off, "Bloody buses."

"Following him into the station," Lucas said shortly.

Dimitri finally made it across the road, caught in a crowd of shoppers and the people leaving the bus. He sprinted into the underground station and down the escalator, just in time to see Lucas slam into the closed doors as the train moved away.

"Lost him," Lucas said darkly, "Control, find him. CCTV, anything. Dimitri, when's the next-"

"We are sorry to announce that an incident on the line will be closing this section of the Northern Line immediately."

As the announcement echoed, the train reversed back into the station, bringing the mark right back to them."

Dimitri grinned, "I love public transport."

Harry and Adam - Please Forgive Me / Braveheart

Wes asked him to sit nnext to him at Adam's funeral and Harry had no power to refuse the boy. Fiona's parents weren't so happy but they couldn't deny Wes anymore than Harry could.

Adam had virtually no family but he had met and worked with and helped so many people that the funeral had a decent turn out. Malcolm had chosen a reading for Harry, at Harry's request, and he had to gently uncurl from Wes' fingers from around his own when the time came to give it.

The coffin was for show only, although Wes had chosen Adam's favourite jumper and his ancient teddy bear to take the place of the body. Harry laid a hand on the smooth wood as he walked past, thought of the bear and of Wes and of Adam and his knees almost gave way beneath him.

Adam. Oh God. Why was it him when he was so brave and he had that little boy? Why was it him when Harry was still living and breathing?

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, "I'm so sorry."