Betrayal?

Dempsey ran as fast as he could, gun in one hand he scrambled over the obstacles his quarry had thrown at him. He hated corrupt police officers. Memories of Joey's death began to resurrect themselves. Glaring, he was determined not to let history repeat itself.

Xxxx

"Harry." Spikings snapped as she watched Parkin led away in handcuffs.

"Sir."

"Are you ok? Chas?"

"Och, Fine. Didne see who shot Ginger though." Chas knelt next to the body uniform officers had covered with a sheet. He sighed heavily. "Large caliber weapon. Seriously wanted her dead."

"Or me." Harry frowned. "She was directly in front of me."

"The post mortum examination will tell us what's what." Spikings looked over to where a group of apparently innocent men and women were being spoken to by police and social services. He had a feeling he could hear Eastern European accents as the frightened people began to talk. "Your gun is still locked in my desk, with your SI10 badge."

"Thank you Sir." Harry looked behind her to see Dave and Gareth manhandling a large man she didn't recognise. Frowning she began to panic as there was no sign of Dempsey. Biting her lip she watched as Spikings left to deal with the new arrest and forensics started to fill the area. Chas rested a hand in her shoulder.

"He's ok."

"Chas, I."

"Look." He nodded to the man staggering towards them. Dempsey looked like Hell. She shook her head before walking towards him. Chas called her back, handing her his car keys before leaving her to return to the team. She turned to see Dempsey approach her.

"Hi." She smiled before walking up to him.

"Princess." He smiled as her eyes ran over him.

"What happened? You look like you were in the ring with Mohammed Ali." She rested both hands on his face, her thumb resting on his lower lip. He relaxed at her touch.

"You should See the other guy."

"Dempsey." He pulled her into his arms, aware that all the other officers had left. He breathed her in as she held him.

"You've no idea how good it is to put my arms around you. Both of them." Harry tightened her hold on him, resting her head in his shoulder. He kissed her hair, ignoring the pain in his ribs.

"Cmon." She took his hand. "Casualty."

"Home."

"No, you need a doctor." She bit her lip as he shook his head. "We have to go back to the office anyway so."

"Let's get the paperwork done. Then if you think I'm about to fall apart I'll see a quack. Until then, holding you is the only medication I need." She rolled her eyes as he kissed her.

"Ok, Ok." She conceded defeat, knowing that as long as they were together they could face anything. She looked over to where forensics were moving the corpse. Part of her wondered if the nightmare really was over.

Xxxxxx

A/N epilogue soon