Waking up the next morning with Charlie's arm around her waist, Joey takes a moment to remember where she is. "Oh crap, it wasn't a dream. Charlie? Charlie, wake up honey. Hey, Charlie, wake up."

"I'm awake," comes Charlie's tired reply. Both sit up awkwardly after a night spent on the hard, damp ground.

"Oh, man, that hurts," Joey says as she tries to stretch. "Remind me to never sleep on the ground again."

"At least the rain's stopped." Charlie gives her ankle a wriggle "And I think my ankle's feeling a bit better too."

"We should eat something and get going as soon as possible, try to put as much distance between us and Samuels."

Finishing their food quickly, Charlie stands up gingerly, slowly putting her weight onto her ankle. "Oww."

Joey winces in sympathy at the pain on Charlie's face. "Maybe you should stay here while I go for help."

"No way Joey, you're not going out there on your own."

"Charlie, we don't even know if he's followed us."

"And we don't know that he hasn't."

"I can get back much quicker on my own," Joey tries again to convince Charlie to stay behind.

"We stick together, Constable," reminding Joey that they were there on official business and that she was the senior officer. Ignoring it, Joey insists that as she can barely walk, she'd be an easy target if Samuels was following them. "I know what you're saying makes sense Joey, but I think it's a bad idea to split up," Charlie says. "We'd have no way of knowing what happened to each other." Charlie pauses, voicing her fears as she grips Joey's hands, "Mitchell's dead, I couldn't bear the thought that you were next and I wouldn't be there with you."

"What happened to being professional on duty?" she asks as she moves closer to Charlie.

"I'll report myself for unprofessional conduct later, if that'd make you feel better."

Removing one of her hands from Charlie's tight grip, Joey gently caresses her face, "Knowing you were safe would make me feel better. Charlie, please, stay here."

"We're wasting time standing here Constable, now let's get moving."

"Charlie."

"What is it now?"

"Just this," Joey cups the back of Charlie's head, pulling her into a kiss full of passion and love. "Now you have to report me too." Standing in each other's arm for a few minutes longer, Charlie puts her arm across Joey's shoulders for support as they set off, setting a slow pace to start with.

"How far do you think we have to go?"

"I think we made good time yesterday before you hurt you're ankle but I think we're still a couple of hours away at this pace."

"Now that we're moving, my ankles actually feeling a lot better. I think if I lean on you for a bit longer, I'll be able to walk more freely soon."

With Charlie's ankle feeling better, they're setting a quicker pace when Joey suddenly stops.

"Joey?"

"I thought I saw something flashing to our right."

Charlie looks in that direction, "I don't see anything. No, wait, I see it. Can you get the binoculars from my bag?"

Getting the binoculars out, Joey hands them to Charlie. Raising them, she brings the distance into focus, "I can't make it out."

"If it's Samuels, then he's getting closer. Can you move any quicker?"

"Just watch me."

Despite moving at a much quicker pace, both realise that if it was Samuels, then it was only a matter of time before he was close enough to be able to shoot at them. The strain of the quicker pace is starting to show on Charlie, who is forced to stop. "Charlie, there's some better cover just a little further."

"I don't know if I can make it Joey."

"Of course you can." With her arm across Joey's shoulders and Joey's arm around her waist, Charlie hobbles for a little longer. Finding a large, fallen tree to hide behind, Charlie collapses in pain.

"Let me look at your ankle." Wincing as Joey removes the bandages, Charlie's distressed to see that her ankle has become even more swollen. "There's no way you can walk on this Charlie."

"I can make it," Charlie assures her through teeth gritted in pain.

"No you can't. Charlie, your ankle is only going to get worse the longer you're on it."

Sighing in frustration, Charlie looks apologetically at Joey. "You were right; if I had listened to you and stayed behind, you would have been out of here by now."

"And you'd probably be dead by now."

"You need to go on Joey. I can hide here and I still have my gun if he gets too close."

"Charlie, I don't want to leave you."

"You wanted to earlier."

"That's because I didn't realise how hard it would be to leave you behind."

Charlie looks at Joey, her heart breaking at the thought that she may never see her again. "Joey, I want you to promise me, that if anything happens to me, you'll look after Ruby."

"Charlie!"

"Joey, promise me you'll look after Ruby."

Wiping the tears from Joey's eyes, Charlie cups her chin, holding her head up so she could look into her eyes. "Promise me Joey."

"Of course I'll look after her," Joey says brokenly. "Charlie, I will always be there for Ruby, but nothing is going to happen to you."

"Knowing you and Ruby will have each other makes watching you walk away easier." Pulling Joey towards her, Charlie kisses her tenderly.

"You're not making this any easier Charlie," resting her forehead against Charlie's. "If you know what's good for you Charlie, you had better be here when I get back."

"I will be. Joey, go."

Standing up reluctantly, finally releasing Charlie's hand, Joey bends down to pick up her backpack when movement catches her eye.

"Oh shit." Ducking down, Joey looks at Charlie with a resigned look. "I don't think I'm going anywhere."

"Samuels?"

"I think so. Give me the binoculars." Keeping her head as low as possible, Joey raises the binoculars above the fallen tree. No sooner has she brought them into focus when a shot rings out, splintering the bark just centimetres from her head. "Shit," ducking down quickly

"Joey you're bleeding."

Raising her hand up to her face, Joey's fingers come away with blood. "It's just a scratch from the bark; it's not even bleeding much."

"Joey, do you think you can circle around behind him?"

"Charlie, I'm not letting you act as a distraction again."

"I can't walk and now that he knows where we're hiding, I'm a sitting duck. Joey, our only chance is to get him before he gets us."

Joey looks at Charlie for a few moments, realising that she was right. "You owe me another holiday."

"Done. Now get going, and be careful."

Charlie draws her gun as she watches Joey keep to the shelter of the trees as she makes her way toward Samuels' position. Moving as quietly as possible, Joey's heart catches in her chest when she hears another shot ring out.

"Charlie!"