Set before Simone visits as I think… somewhere, where, oh where… I mention that she sees Harry's things in Dempsey's bathroom. Maybe I didn't post that here yet. Ooooh.. spoiler! I don't know that this fits in this overall story but I'm going to pop it here as it's not very long and a bit fluffy for Valentines.

In the three years he has known her, Dempsey has seen many different versions of Harriet Makepeace. There is Sergeant Harriet Makepeace, of course, and Lady Winfield (though that sounds odd to him, still). There's I-don't-talk-in-my-sleep Makepeace, really-pissed-off-and-you-know-it Makepeace, on-a-mission-to-save-a-life (mostly his) Makepeace and tearful-and-brave-Makepeace. Lately he's got to know Friday-night-drinks Makepeace and can-I-get-a-lift Makepeace. Sometimes back to his place.

There he's met up with God-your-bath-is-bigger-than-mine Harry, I-never-knew-I-could-come-like-that Harry and Let's-do-that-again Harry. There's also I-love-you Harry whom he sees more frequently than he dared to dream once upon a time.

He loves them all from their heads to toes and back again, and he's happy to demonstrate because he's Can't-get-enough-of-you Dempsey. But the Harry nestled on his couch is the one he loves the best. That is enough to make him happy. She's still here on this Sunday night and she's going to stay over so they can drive to work together in the morning. It is Friday-to-Monday Harry.

She's sat opposite him, her hair smells of expensive mousse and it's clipped up, high on her head. She has washed in fruity shower gel because she won't use his stuff on a Sunday night 'in case someone sniffs us, we'll smell the same'. She's all over his body and in his soul, he thinks they'll already know.

Friday-to-Monday Harry is wearing his t-shirt as she waves her hand over her left foot to dry off the pearly pink nail polish she has applied. It's winter so there's little point to it but he'll see them. When she stretches over, he can see her breasts strain against the fabric and her leg is bent so he can see his favourite purple knickers. The ones he wants to take off with his teeth.

Her face is coated with moisturiser and her tongue is captured by her teeth as she concentrates. Her foot is rested by the plant that she bought him two flats ago, and he realised that she was trying to domesticate him even then. On this February evening, he concludes that he has been tamed from wild animal to docile cat.

She has painted her toes as he expects. Neat, precise and careful. He knows this without looking because it's what she has done every Sunday night for almost two months. He can set his watch by it. Shower, hair washing and nail polish.

Harry glances up, "Whatever is the matter?"

"You're amazing." He says. Beautiful. Mine.

There's a twitch of amusement around her mouth. It's the start of the smile that's guaranteed to bring out the I-need-to-get-you-into-bed-let's-wake-the-neighbours Dempsey.

"You're all womanly and sexy," He says and she snorts. Here with me.

"You thought the former was some sort of liability not that long ago."

"You know what I mean. That man was a jerk." He likes to think he's left the rotten parts of his personality on a lakeside with Coltrane.

She turns her attention back to her feet and he abandons his front row VIP seat to the purple knicker show - she'd think he hadn't changed at all if she knew why he sat over here - to flop down beside her. He kisses the skin of her shoulder and she hums with contentment.

"I love that you're happy doing all these lotions and stuff here. I like seeing them in the bathroom with my stuff." Marry me

"You wait until I send you to Boots for tampons." Harry warns, and there's that smile.

"Harry…" He's known her long enough now to have made a hot water bottle, mopped her tears, bought chocolate and laid on the couch watching films with her in his arms. "I don't mind."

She snaps the lid back on the bottle and taps her toes to check they are dry before she faces him. She's so Her. He can't help himself, he leans over and sweeps his tongue into her mouth. Her face cream wipes onto his cheek

Dempsey gets the feeling as she moves her legs, that she already knows about the purple knickers. She smiles. Oh, she knows.

This is I-caught-my-man-out Harry and he's Gonna-pay-big-style Dempsey. He couldn't be-more-in-love Dempsey