I really want to try something that I haven't done before.. So part of this chapter will be from Smithy's point of view. But it will probably be the only time I include his POV in this story! :)

I looked down at the blonde walking up the stairs towards me.. Roxanne? What was she doing here?

"Roxie?" I said, wondering how she'd been since the last time we'd spoke.

She looked up at me. "Smithy.." She said, but continued to walk past me. Why wasn't she stopping? "I can't stop, I need to find Banksy."

"Oh..." I mumbled, she must be working. I guess I'd get to catch up with her later, see how she's coped without Rebecca around. "I'll er, talk to you later then?" I watched her walk up the last few steps, then head towards CID.

"Mhm." She hummed, not even looking back at me. I frowned and watched the door shut behind her. There was something wrong.. I could tell from how hostile she was towards me. I sighed and continued down the stairs, I just needed to go home.

As I walked along, it still bothered me how Roxie had acted. She'd never been like that to me before, in fact she was nearly always charming to everyone... Except Callum, they'd got off on the wrong foot though. A bit like Stevie and Mickey had over that parking space...

Stevie. If Roxanne had been stood on the stairs a while she could have heard mine and Stevie's conversation.. And kiss. Shit. That's probably what was wrong. Stevie was lovely, and great company whilst I was undercover, but Roxie... She was... Just Roxie. She was beautiful, friendly and straight to the point. Stevie was kind of complicated and a bit of tease, but I did have a soft spot for her.

God, if Roxie had still liked me before she saw Stevie and I, then she definitely hated me now.

But what if it wasn't Stevie that was the problem? What if Roxie hadn't seen it? Was she just pissed off with me for leaving her? It must have been hard for her with Becca gone too...

At least I'd be able to explain that one to her, and I'm sure she'd forgive me easier too.

I sighed. I was supposed to be heading home to get some proper rest after the Undercover Op, but I needed to find out what was going on with Roxie. I don't think I'd even be able to rest until I knew that she didn't hate me. I paused at the front entrance, before turning around and buzzing myself back in. I headed straight back up to CID, looking for the beautiful girl who hadn't left my mind for the past few minutes.

"Where's Roxanne?" I asked Grace as soon as I'd stepped through the double doors.

"Smithy, I thought you were going home?" She questioned, before answering my question. "She's gone down to interview someone with Callum."

"I thought she was with Banksy?"

"He got called away, so Callum was allowed to do the interview.. Roxanne didn't look too happy though." She told me.

I shook my head. "She wouldn't. Callum and her aren't exactly the best of buddies."

"Oh... Well they're in interview room one."

"Thanks Grace!" I said, pushing back through the doors, heading towards the interview rooms.

I was walking down the corridor when I spotted Callum coming out of the interview room, alone.

"Where's Roxie?" I questioned.

"Come in here." He said, leading me into the room next door. I followed him, then looked through the glass.

I saw her crossing the room, talking about friends with some bloke who was hunched over the table. "Why is she in there on her own?"

"She practically begged me to let her talk to him alone."

"Callum.. She's not even a police officer!"

"I know, but if it gets a result.."

I sighed and shot him a glare before looking back at Roxie. She was now sat down opposite the bloke.

"But you listened to me earlier... Surely that must mean that we can be friends? You trust me a little bit, don't you?" she said. The man kept silent.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Riley Anderson. Suspect in the assault of his wife." Callum answered.

"Oh great, a suspected woman beater, this just gets better!"

"I'll let you get to know me... I'm Roxanne, but I like to be called Roxie. I'm twenty-six, and I'm an only child." Roxie said, looking intensely at Riley.

"That's boring stuff. Tell me something you'd tell a friend." Riley demanded.

"She's just going to sit and talk about herself now ain't she? I bloody shouldn't have left her there, she's getting nothing at all!" Callum grumbled.

I continued to watch.

"This is ridiculous. I can see why she's not an officer!"

As Roxie spoke, I turned to Callum. "Shut up a second!"

"There's this man, and I think I love him." Roxie told Riley. I looked back at her through the glass. "He's funny, cute, charming and polite... I've embarrassed myself far too many times in front of him, and now I think that he see's me as a sister that he needs to take care of. I saw him with another woman not that long ago,"

I sighed and looked down at the floor, she couldn't be talking about Stevie and I, could she?

"and I think it's too late to tell him how I feel now. He's the one that got away..."

I sighed. If she was talking about me, then she was wrong. Very wrong.

"Who's she on about?" Callum questioned.

I shrugged. "Dunno."

"Oh... I thought it might be you."

I didn't reply, just watched her through the window. Riley was telling her something about his wife, chatting like they were friends. I looked at Callum and he was scribbling down what was being said onto his notepad. I turned back to watch Roxie for a few seconds more, before speaking.

"Callum, what would you have done if an extremely drunk bird tried it on with you and you told her no, but you stayed with her and then she told you all about how she's never properly loved anyone... And then she goes away for a while and comes back to the realisation that she loves you?"

"If I felt the same then I'd tell her before its too late."

"But what if it is too late? What if she got the wrong impression..."

"Mate you are seriously confusing me." Callum said, trying to listen to Roxie and Riley at the same time.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." I mumbled and looked back through the window as Riley started to raise his voice. "Callum, I don't trust him."

"And you think I do? Just give it a minute, she'll calm him down again like she did earlier." Callum said. I never realised he actually had some kind of faith in her.

Riley jumped to his feet, and Roxie looked at the glass, her eyes pleading for help. My heart practically dived into my mouth. I started to walk to the door and Callum held out an arm to stop me.

"Just watch for a second longer.. She's still calm."

"Callum, are you joking?! She practically just begged for help by looking through that glass!"

"You'll tell him.. You will!" I heard Riley's shout and turned back to look at the glass.

"I won't!" Roxie cried. She wasn't calm, and Callum and I both knew that.

"Liar!" Riley yelled, and threw his fist back, my eyes widened and I ran to the door. I yanked it open as I heard the sound of his fist hitting her face. It made me feel sick.

I looked at one of the officers that was walking past and pointed to the interview room. "Get him out of there, now!" I ordered, my voice almost a shout.

Callum slid past and burst into the room with the other officer. My heart pounded in my chest as they dragged him out of the room, yelling all sorts of abuse. I slowly walked into the room and saw Roxie curled up on the floor against the wall, sobbing. She was terrified. My heart sank in my chest, and I crouched down next to her.

"Roxie..." I put my arms around her and she pushed me away. I looked at her, it wasn't like her to push me away. "Roxie, come on.. It's me."

"I know it's you, and I want you to go away!" She replied, slowly and shakily getting to her feet. I watched as she got up and stumbled towards the door.

I stood up and looked at her back. "Where are you going? Roxie you need to report this!" When she didn't answer and continued walking, I followed her. After a few seconds, I realized that this was Roxie, and she wasn't going to stop if she didn't want to. I quickly reached out and gently grabbed her arm to stop her. She span around and practically ripped her arm out of reach. What was going on with her? It was almost as if the punch had knocked some sense out of her!

"I pushed him too far, and got a punch for it! It was all my fault, just fuck off!" She snapped.

I frowned. Why wasn't she letting me help her? Did she not trust me anymore? I stared intensely at her face, then the huge dark patch on her cheek caught my eye. It looked painful. "You need to get that looked at."

She lifted her hand to her face and covered it. If she was hoping that the can't see it, doesn't exist thing was going to work right now, she was wrong. "It's fine."

I shook my head. "No." I took a step closer to her, hoping that she wouldn't run off. I reached out and gently pulled her hand away from her cheek, looking at the injury up close. The redness of her skin was starting to fade and the dark bruising was coming through quickly. You could see very clearly that it was a fist that had hit her face, the patches where the knuckle had hit a lot darker than the rest. I dropped her arm to her side, then lifted my hand up and softly swiped my finger across her cheek, earning a wince from her. However, she didn't pull away, I could feel her eyes on me... She was staring, almost trance-like. I sighed. I couldn't believe that someone would do this to her... She hadn't said anything wrong to that bloke. If anything, she was the kindest that I'd ever seen her be.

Suddenly, she yanked away from me and shot me a glare. "You don't need to take care of me! Go away, I can look after myself!"

I dropped my hands to my sides and looked at her, frowning again. Was she delusional?! She just got punched by a woman beater and still claims that she can look after herself?! "This is serious... He just assaulted you! You clearly can't look after yourself!"

I saw her expression change and realized that I'd made a huge mistake by saying that.

She balled up her fists and shouted; "Smithy, I am not your little sister, you don't need to look after me! I may always embarrass myself in front of you, but I can look after myself and I don't need you or anyone telling me what to do!" Before turning around to leave again.

Wait, that was what she'd said to Riley wasn't it? About the man she loved? She had been talking about me..

I quickly grabbed her arm, and she twisted and shoved me away. I stumbled backwards, looking at her in shock.

"Just piss off back to Blondie!" She snapped and rushed away. I stood still, watching her run away. She had seen Stevie and I earlier... And everything she'd said to Riley was about me. She loved me. God, this girl was such a head fuck.

I slammed my front door shut and ran into the kitchen, heading straight to the freezer for an ice pack to put on my cheek.

I'd ran straight out of the station to my car, then headed home. All I wanted to do was sort my face out, then sit and cry.

And that was exactly what I was going to do. I wrapped the ice pack in a tea towel, then held it to my face. I winced and let out a little hiss of pain, then clenched my teeth together until my face started to go numb. It was then that I walked through to the living room, kicked off my shoes and turned the TV on. Luckily for me, I still had The Notebook in my DVD player.. It was a film all about love that made me cry for ages, I needed a good cry. I flopped down onto the sofa and continued to hold the ice pack to my cheek.

I'd had the day from hell and it wasn't even three yet. As if Riley had hit me... As if Callum hadn't helped as soon as he saw him get angry. He probably sat behind the glass laughing at me... I suppose it was my fault for wanting to talk to him alone. I had it coming.

But Smithy... Smithy and that blonde. Mum'd warned me not to leave it until it was too late, but I did. I didn't even know he was back from being undercover.. How was I supposed to tell him if I didn't know where he was?

How had I spoken to him like that? Oh fuck, I was such a bitch. He must hate me... But it was all his fault. Today was his fault. I wouldn't have completely fucked up and been punched in the face if I hadn't spent so much time thinking about him...

I was dragged out of my thoughts by the sound of my buzzer ringing. I ignored it, hoping that the person would just go away, and it was quiet for a little while before they did it again. This time they pressed it a lot, clearly trying to get a reaction from me. I ignored it for a little bit longer before it pissed me off and I stomped over and answered.

"What?!" I snapped.

"Roxie, let me in!" It was Smithy.

"Didn't I make it clear enough that I want you to leave me alone?" I sighed.

"Yes, you made it very clear.. But since when did I actually do something you told me?" He said. "Just let me in."

"No.. Go away. I'm not in the mood to see you." I said, putting the phone back and heading into the kitchen to put the ice pack away. My face didn't hurt at all now, it was just extremely cold. The buzzer went off again and I muttered a hell of a lot of swear words under my breath, mainly about Smithy being an annoying prick.

I put the ice pack in the freezer and threw the tea-towel on the side before going back over to answer the buzzer again.

"Yes?"

"That's what you should have said when I asked you to let me in." Smithy said.

I growled in frustration. "Look, I'm trying to sort myself out here. Will you just leave?!"

"No. I'm not going anywhere until you've let me in and we've spoken."

"Well you'll be waiting a long time!"

"It's okay, this button is quite entertaining... I could stand here and push it for hours."

I clenched my teeth together and took a deep breath. He was purposely trying to piss me off. I pressed the button to let him in and slammed the phone back. I lent against the wall, closing my eyes. I didn't want to talk to him.. It was too late to tell him everything, I just wanted to be left alone.

There was three sharp taps on the door, and I pushed off of the wall and yanked on the handle. I stood in the door way and looked at Smithy, mentally refusing to let him in. "Speak, then get out."

"Aren't you even going to let me in?"

I shot him a glare and he held his hands up in defeat.

"Your face looks sore.."

"It is. Will you just get to the point? I want you to leave."

He sighed. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine.. Bye." I said, stepping backwards and pushing the door shut. He stuck his foot out and stopped the door, then pushed it open again. "Was there something else?"

"Stop being like this." He said. "What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me?! Smithy, I am having the day from hell! Firstly, I get made to work with Callum, I then get punched in the face by a complete psychopath, and then when I say that I want you to leave me alone, you just won't go!" I cried.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, that was an insensitive thing to say.."

"Yeah, it was. I'll see you later." I said, pushing on the door again. This time he reluctantly moved out of the way.

The door was almost shut when I heard his voice again. "I heard everything you said to Riley."

I paused, the door slightly ajar.

"I was worried when I saw Callum and he said that you were in there on your own.. I stayed and watched through the glass. I heard what you said to him about being in love.."

"Doesn't mean it was about you." I said, feeling a lump rise in my throat. Why hadn't he mentioned that he'd heard it all before?

"If it wasn't then why did you mention how you always embarrass yourself in front of me, and how you're not my little sister when you were shouting at me?" He questioned.

I slowly pulled the door open, not having an answer.

"And the thing about seeing me with another woman.. You told me to go back to Blondie. You saw me with Stevie on the stairs earlier didn't you?"

I nodded.

"Roxie, you should have just told me." He said, taking a small step into the flat.

I didn't move and looked at him. "It's too late..."

He shook his head.

"It is.. I don't want any of this anymore." I lied. "I thought I was in love with you, but now I realize that none of this is what I wa-"

I was cut off by his lips pressing to mine. I froze for second, then just about managed to pull myself away.

"I can't. Smithy, I'm sorry. I think it's best that we keep our distance from now on." I told him, pushing the door shut again.

He took a step back, looking confused. "But Roxie-"

"-Goodbye, Smithy." I said, shutting the door. I sighed and put my back against the door, slowly sliding down until I was sat on the floor.

I could feel the tears stinging in my eyes. It was finally time to give up.