A/N Thank you everyone for your kind reviews, they really do mean a lot and give me the motivation to keep writing. This is part two. I think there will be about 4 part to this oarticukar chapter. Originally it was just going to be one chapter but realised it was about 10k words so I've split it up :-). I also want to say a big thank you to missymo2005 for her fantastic way with words and sense checking the chapter. Hope you enjoy xx

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Molly sat in the mess hall with her hands round the steaming mug of tea, letting out an audible sigh of approval as the warm liquid slid down her throat. It was just what she needed. Well actually it wasn't just what she needed. She could have done with the full caffeine version rather than the decaf she was now drinking but needs must, and even though it didn't taste as good it still had the same effect of relaxing her. It had been a trying morning and all she wanted to do was have a brew in peace and try and get her nut in order. The mess hall wasn't the quietest of places but she found the hustle and bustle quite comforting. She knew the lads were out with King on a PT session so they wouldn't be bothering her for a while. Not that she didn't enjoy their company, but they could be a right bunch of fuckmuppets sometimes and she wasn't sure she had the patience right now to listen to whatever exploits Mansfield and Monk had got up to that had resulted in King putting them on a charge. Georgie had scurried away to the office and after spending the best part of half an hour catching Charles up and fielding questions she now just wanted a bit of peace and time on her own. She didn't have anything major planned for the rest of the day, just some paperwork to catch up with and at some point had to squeeze in a call with Kinders to check on progress in Afghan but nothing urgent. So she just wanted to sit and let everything sink in.

She was just draining the last of the tea when she heard his voice

"Well well if it isn't my favourite medic"

Molly didn't even flinch at the voice suddenly behind her, she just rolled her eyes slightly and muttered under her breath something about a girl not getting any peace and quiet around here, before looking up as he approached and stood in front of her.

"Alright Molls. Can I sit down?"

She raised her eyebrow at him. "Would it matter what I said, pretty sure you're gonna sit down anyway mate" she said flatly.

"Well that's true" he grinned, as he pulled out the chair.

"You don't seem surprised to see me?" He asked amused

"Why would I be? Didn't think it would take long for you to get your arse up to Manchester. Actually, I'm surprised you didn't come sooner" she said offering up a small smile.

Elvis and her had been through a lot these last few weeks. And although they'd never be firm friends they had an understanding and she actually did respect him a little bit. And she knew, or hoped, that in this instance, he just had Georgies best interests at heart. She knew he'd lay down his life for her. And if anyone was gonna find Abu she knew it would be him.

"Aww does this mean you've missed me then Molls?" He said grinning

"Yeah, like a bleedin 'ole in the head" she laughed. "I'm pretty sure I don't even need to ask what you're doing here but why don't you humour me anyway?" The question was completely hypothetical. She had a pretty good idea what he was doing. She just hoped he wasn't going to completely screw Georgie up.

"Me and my team got seconded up here"

"Got seconded or asked to be transferred?" She asked skeptically

Elvis gave a sly smile. "Does it matter?"

"S'pose not. Pretty sure you would have found a way up here anyway"

"Well you know me Molls" he replied cockily

"Yeah I do Elvis. Which is exactly why I'm asking.

Look, if you're just here to stop georgies wedding you've got another thing coming. There's no way I'm gonna let that happen. That was a really shitty thing to do telling the brig her wedding was a security risk" Her voice was slightly louder than she meant it to be as she bordered on the verge of anger. Even if she wasn't convinced Georgie should be marrying Jamie she wasn't about to give Elvis the satisfaction of agreeing with him and fueling his fire even more. Georgie was still her best mate at the end of the day.

"Do you really think I did that out of spite and not genuine concern?" He asked, offended by the suggestion, although she couldn't tell if he was being genuine or not.

"Er yeah I do mate. I know you. Leopards don't change their spots Elvis. You're selfish and you're determined to fuck this up for Georgie aren't you?!"

He let out a small sigh. "No I'm not. But i'm not gonna lose sleep if the wedding doesn't end up going ahead" he said nonchalantly.

"Elvis, I swear to god…"

He held up a hand to cut her off mid sentence. "Don't worry Molls I'm not here to stop the wedding. I promise". His tone was sincere. "I've just had a chat with Georgie and believe me, I know exactly where I stand" he said dejectedly.

She eyed him warily. She wasn't sure she totally believed his intentions but she didn't really want to dwell on it.

"So, do you wanna bring me up to speed on what's going on then. You've obviously been called up here for a reason. Do you have any new Intel?" She asked apprehensively. She was in two minds about Elvis being there. On the one hand it was great because she did feel safer with his team around but on the other hand it made her nervous. The fact SF had been called in meant this was a big deal and it wasn't just something that was going to go away.

"You mean other than the fact that Georgies marrying the wrong guy?" He said laughing, but she could hear the anguish in his voice as he said it.

She stared at him in disbelief. Clearly he wasn't going to drop this.

"Oh and you're the right one are you" she said exasperated

She lowered her voice so as not to attract the attention of the other squaddies, there were already a few who were paying them a bit too much attention after she raised her voice earlier. "Elvis listen to me, and listen to me good. This has to stop. What you're doin', it's not fair to Georgie. You fucked up. You had your chance and you let her go. You can't change the past. And you can't make it right. What's done is done. She knows how you feel. If she wants more from you she'll tell ya. But runnin' around tryin' to ruin the weddin' ain't gonna win you favour with her, or me" she told him firmly.

"But you do know she called me don't you, saying she needed me" he argued in his defence.

She let out a sigh. "Of course I do" she said a little more softly. She could see how tortured he was. It was clear how much he loved Georgie. She should really cut him a bit of slack, she did feel just the tiniest bit of pity for him. If it was the other way round she'd probably do anything and everything to be with Charles. "You do know that was just a reaction to the situation and the shock of finding out Abu is in Manchester though don't you?" she replied delicately.

"Yeah I know. But a guy can hope right" he said through a forced smile. He didn't look as though he believed what he was saying. "Level with me though Molls, this Jamie fella, is he right for her?"

"Whether he is or not that's got nothing to do with you Elvis. You had your chance. Why can't you just let her be happy?"

"Because I know she isn't. Not really. Not deep down. And you know it too" he said with genuine sincerity. "You're her best mate Molls. You must be able to see that she's not herself. That this isn't really her"

She let out a derisory snort "And you honestly think you're the answer do you Elvis? That you're her knight in shining armour. Because I think she's got her sights set a bit higher than a squaddie!" She shot back at him. She didn't want to risk encouraging that whatever he was up to might actually work.

"Ouch. Don't hold back will you Molls?!"

"Yeah well the truth hurts doesn't it! You made your bed Elvis. You need to lie in it" she sighed. She was going round and round in circles and he just wasn't getting it.

"Molls I fucked up. I know that. But I would never forgive myself if I didn't at least try and get her back. It kills me to see her with another guy. And don't worry she made it pretty clear where I stand. But, when I was pourin' my heart out to her Molls we had a moment. I know she loves me. She didn't deny it. She just said it can't work between us. But surely I owe it to us to at least try and prove to her it can." He knew he was pleading. Trying to prove his case to Molly. He knew Georgie listened to her. So maybe if he could win Molly over he stood half a chance.

"Jesus you're like a dog with a bone ain't ya. No one can say you're not dedicated. And before you ask no it ain't a compliment"

"As we're mates now…"he smiled

"mates, that's a bit of a stretch don't ya think" she raised her eyebrows at the suggestion.

"Fine whatever, but do you think I have a chance, honestly?"

She really didn't want to get into this with Elvis. If Georgie knew they were even having this conversation she'd flip out. But deep down, she thought she might actually be rooting for him a bit. He obviously loved her and wanted nothing more than to protect her. But she didn't yet know whether he could be trusted. Although Charles trusted him. Despite what had happened Charles remained loyal to him. Which, in Molly's eyes, actually spoke volumes. All she wanted was for Georgie to be happy and honestly she didn't think she was with Jamie. Not truly. But she had no idea whether Elvis was the answer

"Honestly, maybe. But only if you stop being so selfish and underhand. Be her mate. Be there for her. Show her you've changed. And most importantly, find Abu. And kill him" she said bluntly, deciding to just give it to him straight.

She eyed him cautiously. "Look. If you know Georgie, like you say you do then right now you know she's dealing with a lot. She's suffering from PTSD, she's planning a wedding, Abu is after her. It's a helluva lot to take in and honestly I'm not sure how much more she can take. Right now she doesn't need you confusing her and making things worse. You've had a heart to heart with her and said ya piece. It's outta your hands. If you want any sort of relationship with her then be her friend" she finished, leaning back in her chair and looking at him, waiting to see what he was going to say.

He sunk back in the chair, finally resigned to the situation, but gave Molly a grateful smile nonetheless.

"Thanks molls. When did you get so wise?"

"Oi you cheeky git I've always been wise. My mum did always say if I had half a brain I'd be dangerous" she laughed, flashing her trademark Molly smile.

Elvis let out small chuckle. "You know Georgie could do a lot worse than having you as a friend Molls. She's really lucky. So is Charles."

Molly could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks. She hated getting compliments. She gave him a small smile in appreciation, eager to change the topic of conversation as quickly as possible.

"So are we done with this. Can we get back to why you're really here?" She asked, looking at him expectantly.

"Yeah sorry I went massively off track. I was actually looking for you for a reason, not just to complain about my non existent love life"

"Well as much as I do love hearing about that Elvis…"she joked. "Ok. I'm listening" Her interest was piqued just a little bit.

"So as you know I've been seconded to manchester until Abu is caught as my unit have experience of dealing with Abu. We've been sent to help catch him"

"Yeah well you didn't do a very good job did you? You Let him get away" she pointed out sarcastically.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that" he said feigning offence, "anyway Georgie is also getting new round the clock protection." He told her, raising his eyebrows as he waited for her to catch on.

"You?" She rolled her eyes as she let it sink in. "Well that don't surprise me either." Part of her was actually glad it was Elvis and his team though. She knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

"Yeah, me and the boys. You can imagine how that went down when I told her" he grinned.

"Like a lead balloon I imagine"

"Well there's no way I'd trust anyone else. Until we're called up on the op she's stuck with me"

Molly gave a shrug, "so how do I fit in then?"

"I want to second you to my unit, well to the medical support unit until Abu is apprehended or neutralised"

Molly couldn't disguise the shock on her face or in her voice "Are you serious?"

"Of Course. I said the other day that I want you involved in any mission to help capture him. You've got experience of dealing with Abu. We don't know what he's capable of and if he's running around the city I want a trained CMT with us. As much for ourselves as for the public"

"Do you think you'll need a medic?" She said apprehensively.

"Who knows. But it's good to have one just in case. And honestly I'm not sure I trust anyone else with my boys lives. I know you'd do anything to protect them"

She stared at him for a fraction, letting what he'd just asked her sink in "Let's hope I don't have to mate"

"I can't see it coming to that, we're not in the middle of a war zone we're in Manchester for god sake, he's on his own, not like in Kenya, but I'm gonna find him and capture him at all costs and honestly I'd like you by my side".

"Have you spoke to Charles about this?" She asked, just the thought of Charles's reaction to this made her stomach flip with anxiety.

"No. Should I have? He isn't your CO is he?" Elvis frowned.

"No, but he ain't gonna be happy is he?" She sighed, twisting her fingers nervously.

"Well, I was under the impression you made your own decisions Molls?" He frowned. He hadn't been expecting this from her.

"I do it's just…."

"What? What's wrong? I thought you'd jump at the chance to help catch this guy once and for all?" He was slightly confused by her apprehension.

She didn't know what to say. She really did want to help capture Abu and working with SF in Kenya did give her such a rush. But it was different now. She was pregnant. She had other responsibilities. But for some reason she couldn't bring herself to tell Elvis that she was pregnant. The words just wouldn't come out.

"This isn't gonna end well is it" she said slightly dejected. "He's not gonna stop until he's got her or hurt her or worse is he?"

"Yes he is. There is no way he is getting close to her. Not with me around". Elvis could tell she was anxious.

"Look I know you're apprehensive but I'm not gonna put you on the front line so to speak am I Molls. Jesus, Charlie would kill me. And I value my life. I just need to know I've got someone behind me I can rely on. It's purely a precautionary measure. Just in case we need medical attention. It's not like being in Afghan or Kenya. We have a whole team around us. I'd just really like you as part of it. I could ask for a paramedic but I want one of our own. You. I trust you. And I know you want to get this guy as much as me. I know that fire in your eyes, it's the same as mine. I know you want to get this guy for Georgie. You're involved Molls. The same as me. It's personal now. That's why I trust you. That's why I need you. But I totally understand if you don't want to be involved. I get it. Nothing is risk free. I'd just feel safer if you were there" he flashed her a smile, wondering if he was managing to convince her.

"I thought we weren't meant to bring personal into the battlefield?" She pointed out.

"We're not. But you don't buy that as much as I don't. That's why I respect you Molls. You question things. You don't just take things at their word. You're different to Charlie like that. That's why I like you. Honestly, if things were different i think me and you might actually get on quite well. We're the same me and you. We trust our gut and instinct"

"Yeah, something Charles always shouts at me for" she couldn't hide her smile.

"Me to" he grinned.

"Look, have a think about it. There's a spot on the team for you if you want it"

"And if I don't?"

He scraped his chair back and got up from the table ready to leave.

"Then I need to find another medic and sharpish. Chat it over with Charlie and let me know in the morning yeah. I'll leave you in peace now"

He started to walk out of the mess hall

"Elvis"

Her shout stopped him in his tracks,

"You won't hear from me in the morning?"

His shoulders sunk slightly but he didn't turn round "why not?"

"Because I can say yes right now"

His face broke into a small smile. "Great. Welcome to the team. I'll be in touch when I know more" he shouted over his shoulder.

"And Elvis?" he turned to face her this time before walking away, "Thanks"

"For what?"

"Trusting me. It means a lot that you want me on your team"

"I want the best Molls. I need a medic. Someone who's top of the range and fully loaded. And you fit the bill. I wouldn't want anyone else. I told you in Kenya, you'd be great in special forces" He grinned at her again, looking much happier than he had when he'd walked in before turning and striding out of the mess hall

Charles was stood at his window looking down at the parade ground. He spotted Elvis strolling across the grounds. As much as he loved his mate he had an uneasy feeling about him being here. He hoped it was just to help capture Abu but he suspected it was much more than that.