(In the car. Rachel's phone rings incessantly as she buckles Charlie into her seat.)

Charlotte: Where we going next Mummy?

Rachel: Mummy's got one last stop to make. (She closes Charlie in and gets in the driver's seat. She starts the car.) We've got to go to work.

Charlotte: I'm coming?

Rachel: Yes.

Charlotte: And I can see Nan? (Rachel rejects another call from Karen.)

Rachel: Yes.

Charlotte: Yay. This is a fun day.

Rachel: Good. I'm glad. (Karen calls again. Rachel puts on her playlist again attempting to distance herself from what just happened and hype herself up for the next confrontation. Lady Gaga's "Bad Kids" plays. She pulls out of the carpark.)

Charlotte: (over the music) You know what?

Rachel: What Charlie?

Charlotte: I love my Nan.

Rachel: Good. That's good. She loves you too. (Rachel rejects another call. Her re-do day was going better than she expected but she was still exhausted from the mental and emotional gymnastics it took to navigate herself through what could easily be a minefield of a day. The song audio is interrupted by another call from Karen. Rachel rejects it. She sings.) I'm a brat, I'm a selfish punk, I really should be smacked. My parents tried until they got divorced 'cause I ruined their lives. I'm a bad kid and I will survive.

Charlotte: I don't really like this song.

Rachel: (frustrated) It's not like we can even bloody listen to it. (She rejects another call.)

Radio: Don't be insecure if your heart is pure.

Charlotte: I don't like it because I'm a good kid.

Rachel: 'Course you are, love. (The phone rings again.) Jesus! (She bites her lip furiously before answering the call, keeping her eyes on the road.) Listen, you can stop calling me, yeah? My mind's made up. Stopping sick fucks like you-

Charlotte: Potty-mouth Mummy.

Rachel: -from taking advantage of people is why I became a police officer.

Gill: (on the phone) Who's a sick fuck? (Rachel takes her eyes from the road for a second to look at the phone and sees the contact card is Gill. She bites the plaster on her thumb. Then puts a hand to her forehead.)

Rachel: Shit. Sorry.

Charlotte: Mummy! Aunt Gill will give you pow-pows for naughty words.

Rachel: (to Charlotte) Shh! (to Gill) Gill, I thought it was someone else.

Gill: Is it something I should know about?

Rachel: No, no. I don't think so. (She again bites the plaster, knowing if she made up with Gill that Gill would get the information out of her one way or another.)

Gill: Alright. That's fine. I was ringing to see if you'd calmed down from yesterday but it sounds like you're still in a strop.

Rachel: (bangs the back of her head against the headrest, hating that she's being forced into this conversation right now. She wanted to be prepared. Today was her re-do. She wanted to be in control.) I, I was gonna call ya. Later. To apologize for yesterday.

Gill: That's alright. You can do it now.

Rachel: Right, well. (she trips over her words for a second before peeking in the rearview mirror at Charlotte, taking in a deep breath and humbling herself.) I shouldn't have had a go at ya. I was upset, about something completely else and I just got- I got in me head. I didn't even really mean everything that I were saying.

Gill: But you did mean some of it.

Rachel: I was out of order. I'm sorry.

Gill: You were out of order.

Rachel: I know.

Gill: But I was too. (Rachel's eyebrows scrunch down and Gill can almost hear her confusion.) I was a bit heavy handed with you. So, I'm sorry as well.

Rachel: It's alright.

Gill: You said a lot of things yesterday. Some were hurtful but some I think were coming from a place of honesty.

Rachel: Pfft. It's- (shrugs) forget it.

Gill: I'd rather the two of us have a tete-a-tete. Friend to friend.

Rachel: Would ya?

Gill: Yes.

Rachel: Really?

Gill: As your boss, I wasn't paid to listen to you or sometimes even generally be nice to you. I was paid to keep you in line and make sure the job got done. But I'm not your boss anymore and mates, they listen sometimes. So, what do you say to tea at mine, tonight?

Rachel: I'd like that Gill. Thank you.

Gill: Good. I'll expect you at 7. Bye. (Rachel is about to say bye but Gill has already ended the call and her music blasts on again.)

(When Rachel enters the MIT office she smiles at the team members she passes but as usual the chatter stops and an uneasy wave of quiet sets in as "the boss" walks through. The only person who seems to genuinely smile is Anna. Rachel is heading to the office when her arm is tugged on by Charlotte. Rachel looks down at her little girl who pulls her in the direction of Lee.)

Lee: (smiles) Well, hello there.

Charlotte: Hi. I'm Charlotte. (She removes her hand from her mother's hold and extends it for a shake. Lee chuckles at the formality and shakes the little girl's hand.)

Lee: Very nice to see you again.

Rachel: Hiya.

Lee: Hi.

Charlotte: Again?

Lee: Yes, I think, the last time I saw you was your first birthday party. Your Mummy had a big-do for you.

Charlotte: Oh. (Charlotte thinks about this as if it would be something she could conjure up in memory. Rachel smirks amused by her daughter's pensiveness.) So, why don't you live at my house?

Lee: Pardon?

Rachel: (laughs) What?

Charlotte: Why don't you live at my house with me?

Rachel: Mr. Lee lives at his house with his family.

Charlotte: Oh. (Her eyebrows go down and she looks at the photo on his desk. A smiling photo of him and his wife of many years and their eldest son.) So, can I go to your house?

Rachel: Charlie, what are you on about?

Charlotte: I just want to go to his house.

Rachel: Why? You don't even know him.

Charlotte: To see what it's like.

Rachel: Sorry, Lee. C'mon you nutter. (She tugs Charlotte in the direction of the office. Rachel enters without knocking and Janet is sitting at the desk applying lipstick.)

Janet: Rachel?

Rachel: (smiles) Well, don't you look nice.

Charlotte: Nan! (She runs to Janet and hugs her, resting her head momentarily on Janet's lap. Janet pats her dismissively keeping her eyes fixed on Rachel. Charlotte giggles and hurries over to the sofa. She climbs up and bounces her legs with excited energy.)

Janet: What are you doing here?

Rachel: I'm here to talk to Will. I need you to keep an eye on Charlotte while I do.

Janet: Seriously?

Rachel: I won't be long.

Janet: Yeah, well, I can't. I'm off out.

Rachel: Out?

Janet: There's press coming. We found the kids.

Rachel: Did ya? Are they-

Janet: Alive and well.

Rachel: (brightens) Oh, good! Excellent. That's excellent. Why didn't you ring me? That's brilliant news Janet.

Janet: DCI Melligan is on his way back and we're meeting with the Dad and kids for a photo op.

Rachel: Right. Great.

Janet: So, I can't. Anyway, I'm not a babysitter. You are literally out of work right now, and you really couldn't sort something else?

Rachel: Ali's-

Janet: I'm here, (gestures to the desk) doing your work and you swan in and expect me to stop what I'm doing, to look after your kid as well?

Rachel: (eyebrows lower, as she watches Janet shake her head and then return to fixing her makeup.) Are we, are we alright? (Rachel can't recall having done anything recently to upset Janet. She looks to the side trying to think of something.) I'm sorry I - (shrugs, still not sure, but guesses her wrongdoing.) -didn't give you a heads up before I left yesterday.

Janet: That's the game we play, isn't it? You drop the ball. I pick it up.

Rachel: (annoyed) What's up?

Janet: You really don't know do you?

Rachel: What?

Janet: How badly all of this reflects on you. Getting sent home in your first week back, not bringing the Parson kids home, coming in here, dressed like an episode of "Underage and Pregnant"? It's like you don't even care what people are saying.

Rachel: What who's saying? What, what are they saying?

Janet: And I'm here working damage control, for your job!

Rachel: Damage C-

DCI Melligan: (enters the office) Wow, you lo- (notices Rachel) Oh, hello Rachel. Feeling alright?

Rachel: Yes, thanks for asking.

Janet: I'm ready Dan.

Rachel: (laughs) Dan?

Janet: (stands, to Rachel) You should probably go home. Rest up.

DCI Melligan: Did Janet tell you the good news?

Rachel: Yes, she-

DCI Melligan: Only took her a day. One day, brought all the kiddies back home safely to their dad.

Rachel: Yeah, it's- great. (She squints, picking up his emphasis on "one day" and studying their body language. Janet steps towards the door and then waits looking at Rachel expectantly.) Oh, I'm not going. I've got to speak to Will still.

Janet: Well, I've got to lock up, so.

Rachel: That's alright Janet. I'll lock up. It is my office. (Janet smiles and nods. She then walks out followed by DCI Melligan who doesn't do well to hide that he's checking out her backside as she walks away.)

Charlotte: Where's Nan going?

Rachel: Looks like she's too busy to watch you buddy.

Charlotte: Oh. (Turns around on the sofa pouting as she watches Janet and Melligan exit the MIT office.)

Rachel: You stay there a second. Alright?

Charlotte: Yes Mummy.

Rachel: Good girl. (She exits the office, pulling the door mostly shut. She stands still in front of door and watches as different team members eyes dart over to her and then back to their screens as if afraid to be caught staring. Rachel bites her plaster and then looks down at her trainers. She widens her stance and straightens her posture, putting her hands in her hoodie pockets. Clears her throat then speaks loudly.) I heard the good news. (She has everyone's attention.) Janet's just told me that you've found the children alive and well. Brilliant work everyone. (Different team members smile and nod accepting the commendation. They continue to look on her in expectation. She has their full attention. She licks her lips, priming them for speech before continuing.) Show of hands, who here has taken the course to be FLO or has ever been assigned as FLO. (More team members raise their hands than don't.) Although the main responsibility of the job is to communicate sometimes difficult updates to the family members of our victims, it's a job that must be done with some sensitivity and delicacy. We often see people at their worst. Angry, sad, frustrated, struggling to understand why whatever has happened to them, has happened to them and their family. (She gets nods of agreement. She takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly.) I said all that to say, I know most of you are aware, I've got a trial coming up for a number of gross crimes committed against me. Some of you, I know, talk to the DCs from the syndicate that was responsible for my investigation and you probably know more of the details than I'd like you to. (She feels her cheeks grow pink as a tiny bit of embarrassment sneaks to the surface.) I understand there is some confusion over what happened yesterday and I just wanted to set the record straight. I've not gone mad, or whatever is being said in the loos, I'm only out until the end of my trial. Trust me, I know better than anyone how easy it is to dehumanize your boss. That's why we have nicknames, to separate us from you lot, to stop us from sort of being human. Godzilla, Godzuki, and I don't care to know what else you've come up with. But I'm really very pleased to see you getting results and working hard in my absence and I'd just like to ask for your continued support as I close this difficult chapter in my life. (She looks over the eyes fixed on her, unsure if she's reached anyone, if they're suddenly seeing her as human or if they now think she's weak.) That's all. (Anna is the one and only awkward clapper and everyone else simply returns to their work and chatter. Rachel walks over to Anna's desk and kneels.) I know you're probably busy but do you think you could you do me a favor?

Anna: Of course Boss.

Rachel: My little one's in the office. I just need to speak to the Detective Super and I won't be long but I need someone to keep an eye on her.

Anna: I'd be happy to.

Rachel: Tah Anna. (She stands and pats Anna's shoulder before walking back to the office to explain to Charlie before she leaves her.)