Solicitor: Alright, well, I'll get in touch with his solicitor and talk it over.
Rachel: Thank you.
Solicitor: Was that everything? (Rachel nods.) Okay well, if you don't mind then, I'm gonna go. The noise of this place is already giving me a headache.
Rachel: Actually, there is one more thing.
(MIT Office. Everyone is still feeling a buzz although they're settling into working on paperwork. There's a knock at Rachel's office door and Janet looks up from the computer screen as the door swings open before she can say anything. DCI Melligan enters with a smile.)
DCI Melligan: Stand up. (Janet is too shocked by his sudden appearance to be annoyed. She stands.)
Janet: I wasn't expecting you.
DCI Melligan: Congratulations. (He wraps Janet in a tight hug. Janet is alarmed at first. He wouldn't congratulate a male colleague like this would he? Rachel wouldn't allow this, would she? She doesn't hug back but doesn't really fight against his embrace. He pats her back before letting her go.) You had the case for one day, one, and you facilitated the safe return of those little ones to their father. Good on you. (He still has a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it.)
Janet: (smiles and nods before gently removing his hand.) Thank you DCI Melligan.
DCI Melligan: Call me Dan.
Janet: Alright.
DCI Melligan: The SuperIntendent is very pleased with you.
Janet: We just followed the anonymous lead. From the tip line.
DCI Melligan: Yes but, knowing which lead to follow takes a shrewd leader. You did in one day, what Rachel wasn't able to do in 3. (Janet blushes. She doesn't bother mentioning that the lead only came in that previous night. So it would have been impossible to follow up on before.) There's about to be a press opportunity. The father and the children, the Chief Comm, myself, and I told them you should be there. So, I don't know (He quickly flips a piece of her hair) Do something with your hair. Maybe apply some fresh lippy. You've got an hour.
Janet: I can be ready by then.
DCI Melligan: Good. I'll be back in 45. (He exits the office and Janet takes a seat at Rachel's desk again. She sighs looking it over, feeling like maybe this is her rightful spot.)
(Therapist's waiting room. Charlotte sits on the floor and plays in the "kids corner" with another young child. This time, Rachel made an appointment. She is nervous. She knew what she had to do but she also knew what she wanted to do and she wasn't confident enough in herself to know for sure which side would win out. The door to the office's opens and Karen stands in the frame, her smile brightens at the sight of Rachel and it reminds Rachel of the smile she shown her on their date. Rachel realizes too late that she's blushing and smiling back. She felt seen. She felt pretty.)
Karen: Rachel, c'mon in. (Charlotte stops playing for a moment to see her mother stand up.)
Rachel: (to Charlotte) Mummy's got to see the Doctor, alright? You stay here and behave for miss Tiffany. (Charlotte's eyes look around for Miss Tiffany who is the woman behind the glass. The Receptionist waves at her.)
Receptionist=Tiffany: She'll be fine.
Rachel: Cheers. (Rachel kisses the top of Charlotte's head and then follows Karen through the door and down the corridor to her office. Rachel walks in first and Karen pulls the door closed.)
Karen: Back so soon? (When she turns, Rachel is standing only a foot away from her and she takes the initiative to kiss Karen. Karen puts both hands around the small of Rachel's back and pulls her body against hers. Karen walks the kiss a little further into the room and Rachel knows she's guiding her to the sofa.) Seems like someone found her confidence. (Rachel smiles and Karen resumes snogging her. She gently holds Karen's neck and with the other hand, laces her fingers into the tender place where Karen's hair and neck meet. Rachel takes a grip of Karen's hair and the slight tug causes Karen to let out a light laugh. She goes for a kiss but Rachel grips Karen's hair keeping her open mouth close enough to feel her heavy breath but not close enough to land the kiss. Karen laughs again and begins eagerly unfastening Rachel's jeans.)
Rachel: I actually came here to talk. (Karen's hand slides between the thin fabric of Rachel's panties, and Rachel's body quivers when Karen gently touches her.)
Karen: That's not what your body is saying. (Karen's fingers gently feel around the moist area. Teasing, not entering her. Rachel closes her eyes. It's true. She was primed and ready to go. When Rachel opens her eyes she's still nose to nose with this busty and beautiful woman. Rachel softly places her hands on the sides of Karen's neck and gently trails her thumbs along her jawline. Rachel lets out a deep sigh.)
Rachel: We'll talk after. (Karen's smile lights up at Rachel's consent and she doesn't hesitate to thrust her fingers inside her. Rachel moans in surprise and delight. Karen rather expertly guides Rachel without losing their connection to the arm of the sofa. This allows Rachel to relax some of her muscles and open her legs a little wider. Karen looks into Rachel's dark and desperate eyes. She wanted it. Karen wraps her other arm around Rachel's lower back supporting her as she thrusts inside again. Rachel links her fingers behind Karen's neck for more support and this encourages Karen to go for it. Rachel rolls her head back, careful to only make quiet noises. Karen was right. She wanted it. She wanted this all so desperately to be real. She wanted to feel good. She wanted to feel connected. She let Karen take care of her because she wanted so desperately to feel cared for, to feel wanted, to feel loved. Rachel reasons there can't be much harm in pretending a little longer.)