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Rob stood awkwardly by the office door the next morning, watching as DCI Murray helped DC Scott out of her car. He wanted nothing more than to run over to them and offer his services, but he knew he would just get in the way. Rob smiled to himself as he watched Janet walk towards him, her one good arm linked with Rachel's and the other clutching a walking stick. For someone who had only been discharged from hospital that morning she looked remarkably well.

"Hi Rob" Janet greeted as she approached the younger detective, holding out her hand for him to shake. Rob gave her a beaming smile and took her hand in his own, "Hey Janet. How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright" she replied, not wanting any fuss, "How are you?"

Rob stopped short. He didn't think she could spare the time of day to even notice him. Janet looked at him curiously, her brows furrowed with curiosity. Gill gave Rachel a knowing wink before coughing in the hope that it would bring DS Waddington back to his senses. Rob held out his arm for Janet to take as they approached the stairs.

"I'm very well, thank you" Rob replied, noticing how Janet tried to hide the obvious pain that the gunshot wound in her leg was causing her, "To be honest we're just all really glad that you're okay".

Janet gave the young sergeant's arm a squeeze, "Aww. Thanks Rob".

LATER THAT EVENING

The members of the MIT at Syndicate 9 sat happily around a table in their favourite pub. Crisps and nuts were scattered all over the table, accompanied by rather a few too many empty wine and beer glasses. Rachel had already drunk far beyond her limit, and was slurring her words together terribly – yet nobody minded. Kevin rolled his eyes, and nudged her in the side, "Hey Rachel?"

"What do you want Lumby?" she asked, taking a swig of wine. Kevin hesitated, "I was wondering if…"

Kevin suddenly realised that most of the MIT team were listening to what he was saying, and lowered his voice to a whisper, putting his hand over his mouth as if playing Chinese Whispers, "I was wondering if you would go out with me? I mean properly this time".

Rachel laughed heartily, "Are you kidding me?"

"No" Kevin smiled, "I love you, Rachel".

Rachel shook her head, unable to wipe a silly grin off her face, "Yeah, go on then".

Kevin could hardly believe his ears.

"Really? Can I get a kiss then?" he asked, pursing his lips and leaning forwards. Rachel shoved him away playfully, "Geroff!"

Mitch laughed hysterically as Kevin attempted to look hurt, but was soon more occupied with the bowl of prawn cocktail crisps that Adrian had bought from the bar and set down on the table in front of him. Adrian sat down beside Janet, and wrung his hands together nervously. Janet noticed, but didn't push for an explanation. It took a few minutes for Adrian to finally conjure up the words he wanted to say in his mind. He spoke to her quietly, "Jan, I need to tell you something…"

Janet turned to her ex-husband, concerned by the sad tone of his voice, and waited patiently for him to continue.

"Eleanor and I aren't getting married" Adrian whispered as Janet bit her lip, "She decided that she just wasn't ready and we've split up".

"Oh Adrian, I'm sorry" Janet spoke empathetically as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"It's okay, Jan. I'm actually okay with it all".

"Have you got anywhere to stay?" Janet enquired, trying to ignore the fact that Kevin had already eaten half the bowl of prawn cocktail crisps. Adrian looked at her, his eyes wondering and deliberating whether to speak the words he wanted so desperately to say.

"Will you have me back, Janet?" he asked quietly, looking down at their entwined hands, "Can I come home?"

Janet held her breath, unsure of how to answer him, "Adrian-"

"I know I was a terrible husband and I caused you a lot of trouble, but I need you, Janet. Will you give me another chance?"

"Adrian, I can't just..." Janet sighed and rubbed her forehead, "I'm not sure if I can-"

"I don't want anything from you, Jan. I don't expect you to give me anything".

Janet frowned and looked into her ex-husband's eyes, wondering if she could take that leap again. After years of fighting she'd finally been left to a house of peace and quiet, and for the most part she's gotten used to it. She didn't like to admit that she hated waking up alone in the morning; she hated the fact that there wasn't really anyone to look after her. Adrian had never made her feel wanted in the first place, but now looking at him Janet thought that maybe, just maybe, there might be another chance. Janet shook her head, "Adrian, you just lost your fiance. Don't you think your thinking a little hastily?"

Adrian bit his lip, "I know it seems too soon. If you want too we could wait a while longer?"

Janet didn't reply.

"I've nearly lost you twice and I don't want to lose you again!" Adrian whispered, hoping that she might see how much he'd changed. Janet took a large gulp of sparkling water and thought for a moment longer. She put a finger to his lips, silencing him, "Give me a few weeks".

.o.0.o.

Gill watched as her team of detectives sat happily around the pub table, some chatting away like there was no tomorrow whilst others were drinking themselves silly. It seemed strange to imagine life without them, without all the memories that they had shared together. Leaning back in her seat, Gill swirled the wine in her glass and watched the red liquid wave against the sides. She thought it strange how some go through life alone and never know the joys of friendship. Apart from Julie, Janet and Rachel she didn't have many friends, and without them she didn't know where she'd be. Gill wavered over the send button on her mobile, and then, after taking a large swig of wine, pressed send.

THANKS FOR THE OTHER DAY, SLAP. IT MEANT A LOT TO ME X

Julie replied almost instantly.

MY PLEASURE, GILL. I KNOW HOW MUCH YOUR TEAM MEANS TO YOU. YOU KNOW WHERE I AM IF YOU NEED ME X

Gill laughed. Perhaps it was who you spent your life with and what you did with the time that was given to you that was important. Raising her half-empty wine glass, DCI Gill Murray stood up and cleared her throat, "I'd like to make a toast".

Everyone raised their glasses expectantly.

"To Janet" Gill continued, "for her courage and bravery! And to Rachel – who is forever deserving of the name Sherlock - for her brilliant detective skills! And of course to Syndicate 9 for being the best detective team ever!"

Everyone cheered and clinked their glasses together, "To Syndicate 9".

"And all who sail in her!"