The next morning, Westlake wanted to know why Hannah had given the girls the night before off. She rolled her eyes and muttered something about building up a good relationship with them and gaining their trust, before heading out of the office for a cigarette. Leaning against the wall of the alley beside the club, she sighed deeply, rubbing her eyes wearily. Jo's concerns before the operation came back to her and she wondered whether she had been right. The operation felt like it was getting out of hand and Hannah pondered whether she had been trying too hard to prove to Max that she could handle things her way, leading to the many mistakes she'd made along the way.

"Han?"

The red-head jumped slightly, dropping her cigarette and swearing. Lighting another quickly, she turned to smile at Jo. "Hey, you alright?"

"Mmm..."

"What's wrong?" Hannah demanded, anxiously, her eyes flicking over her partner's face for a clue. "Is it the... you know... the baby thing?"

"That's a good sign if you're referring to it as 'the baby thing'." Jo replied sarcastically.

"I'm sorry. I just... It's going to take a while to get my head round it. I'm trying, babe, I really am. I came to the clinic with you, didn't I? But at the moment my mind is on other things."

"I understand that." Jo told her, slightly bitterly. Then she sighed. "But I wasn't thinking about that. It's Jen."

"What about her?"

"I feel like I've let her down." The brunette admitted, leaning against the wall beside her girlfriend. "I can't let her throw her life away like she is here. She's only sixteen. She could do so much better than this."

Hannah looked at her warily, wondering what was coming next. "And? What are you planning on doing about it?"

"I asked her if she wanted to move in with us."

"Wait…" Hannah frowned slightly as connections were made in her head. "Is this because you want to have a baby and I wasn't as enthusiastic about it as you hoped?"

Jo sighed. "Grow up, Hannah; not everything's about you. Look, I didn't spend all night in a car outside Jen's residential unit and rescue her from being trafficked just for her to end up on the streets."

"I understand that." The red-head replied quickly, desperately fighting back the urge to get annoyed at Jo's accusation that she was self-centred. "I remember how involved you got in that case; we didn't see you that night... you slept in your car! And I get why you want to get Jen out of this situation, but did you have to offer to let her stay at ours? There are already nine of us living there. There's no space."

"She won't be there for ever, Han, just until she sorts herself out. She's only sixteen; imagine if it was Ellie or Freya. Jen's younger than Max."

Hannah exhaled sharply, Jo's words hitting a chord. She didn't want her girlfriend to think she'd backed down too easily, though, so she kept the sulky pout on her face as she answered. "Alright, fine, she can stay. I dunno where she's gonna sleep, though."

"Well you and Ellie are living at the flat at the moment because of this case, so Jen can share with Freya." Jo suggested.

"Are you gonna tell them?" Hannah asked, raising an eyebrow at the conversation that would take place. She didn't imagine that her daughter would take too kindly to having someone else in her room or that her sister would appreciate sharing with a stranger.

"I will do." The brunette replied mildly. "Besides, I was thinking–"

"You wanna watch that. Don't wanna tire yourself out…"

Ignoring her girlfriend's mumbled comment, Jo continued. "When the Westlake case is finished, what d'you reckon to giving Ellie and Freya the flat?"

Hannah looked at her, furrowing her eyebrows and smiling in slight confusion. "What?"

"Well they're twenty-one, they're sensible and, as you said, we need the space. I think Ellie would love the chance to be independent; to prove she can look after herself and Dylan without our constant interference. It makes sense, Han."

Sighing, the younger woman pushed herself away from the wall and shrugged. She took a final drag of her cigarette and dropped it. For a moment she just looked at the ground and then she shrugged again and glanced up, meeting Jo's eyes.

"Fine, well, I can't think about this now." She told her girlfriend as mildly as she could. "I have to get back to the office. Just…" She sighed. "You do what you think is best and we'll sort it out later."

As Hannah strode away, she heard Jo's annoyed growl from behind her and knew that the conversation definitely wasn't over. She let out a long breath and closed her eyes for a moment, before pushing open the office door and going inside. Settling herself at the desk, she cast her eye over the paperwork lazily.

Something caught the detective's eye and she frowned, pulling one of the sheets of paper closer and reading it more carefully. Her mouth twitched into a smile and she hastily pulled out her mobile, fumbling with it as she dialled the Superintendent's number. Casting a furtive eye at the office door, she waited impatiently for the call to connect.

"Sir, it's Hannah." She whispered hurriedly, wary that Westlake might enter the office at any moment. "I've found something."

"Hang on…" There was a pause and then Hannah heard a click and a scraping noise. When Jack spoke again his voice was slightly distant and she guessed that he'd gathered the rest of the team and put her on speakerphone. "Go ahead."

"I've just found a printout of tickets booked in Westlake's name from Heathrow to Kuantan. That's in Malaysia, right?"

"Yeah, Kuantan is the state capital of Pahang, one of the Malaysian states." Max's voice came through her mobile, condescending as always. Hannah rolled her eyes. "What's the date on them?"

"Wednesday night." She replied, checking the time on the paper quickly. "That means that the deal must be taking place before then… but why is Westlake flying off to Malaysia?"

"That's what you need to try and find out, Hannah." Jack ordered. "We need to know when this deal is happening and where."

"Yes, sir." The door of the office opened suddenly and the woman quickly changed the expression on her face, hiding the printed confirmation behind her. "Yes, darling, I will." She ignored the stifled sniggers from the other end of the line and sighed. "Oh, it's only Jo."

"Cheers for that." The brunette muttered, clearly still annoyed, dropping onto the sofa as Hannah pouted at her.

"Right, you concentrate on Westlake. We've got the others under surveillance." Max told her.

"But what about the–"

"Hannah! Just do as I've asked." Max snapped, before the line went dead.

Staring at the phone in disgust for a moment, Hannah slammed it down on the desk before she turned to Jo and sighed. She held up her hands in surrender. "I really can't deal with anymore arguments at the moment, love."

"I'm not here to argue." The older woman informed her. "I'm here to apologise."

"Apologise?"

"I shouldn't have just gone ahead and asked Jen to move in. It wasn't fair with everything you've got on your mind at the moment."

Exhaling deeply, Hannah shook her head. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I overreacted… about everything. I'm just… tired and stressed and I don't know what to do for the best. I would probably have done the same if I was you."

Jo chuckled. "I don't doubt you would."

"Look, Jo… can you try and find out what's going on with Freya?"

The brunette frowned slightly. "Are you still convinced she's hiding something?"

"Yes."

"But… what would she possibly be lying about?"

"I don't know. She's avoiding me." Hannah admitted. "That's why I want you to try and find out."

Jo sighed. "I'll do my best, but I'm not promising anything. It's probably Uni stuff or something to do with Alex."

Hannah nodded and returned the smile Jo was sending her. Glancing down at the paperwork again as the brunette Sergeant left the office, the red-head scowled at the papers. Glancing at the time, she realised that she had about half an hour before Westlake returned from his meeting with Pinter; half an hour to work out how she was going to find out the information they needed to plan the raid.