It all seems reasonable. Go to work from his flat, it's closer. It's Saturday morning and they've been asked or rather Harry was asked to come in as the criminal fraternity exploded on Friday night and Chas needs them. Dempsey has invited himself along as a rehersal for going to work together, to prove they won't distract each other.

"We can get a few more minutes." He had said last night as she hesitated in the car and then easily capitulated at his entirely obvious plan.

"It's all very domesticated, Dempsey." She eyed him keenly. He fell back on the bed under the same gaze in the hours that followed.

Those few minutes have long passed. His arm is slung over his eyes and he is enjoying the softness of the female form beside him, unable to stop touching or looking. She was dozing on his chest, and he'd already pressed snooze twice.

"We'll be late." He tries to chivvy her. His mind unwilling and his body even less so; his hands move down to her breasts, his fingers dancing over her. He is distracted.

There's a mumble that sounds like a complaint and his name. Finally she moves, not to get up but to sit astride him and rise up like a goddess from the sea of bedclothes with a wicked look in her eyes.

"Damm you!" He says and flips her over. They are both distracted.

Despite them both showering together, and her shovelling toast in him as he drove, they are late. Chas is waiting patiently for them with a knowing look which they both try to ignore.

They agree on a plan and rope in uniform to help. They play it cool, trying to steer the events so that they can claim Sunday back and be them again, not Lieutenant and Sergeant. To be more domestic. Harry scowls at the reports, her hands on her hips. He remembers them against his this morning, as he lay in the depths of her. She wasn't scowling then. He clears his throat and tries to pay attention.

"I'll see what they've found out about the car." She says, "Unless that's your department, Dempsey?"

There's no malice, he just likes hanging around with engines but he knows she's a dab hand with spark plugs and oil changes. There's a whole load of innuendoes wanting to explode from his mouth but he merely grins as she leaves. She throws him look that both encourages him and tells him off. He wonders how she does it.

"Thanks for calling us in, I…" He turns to Chas but he's caught by the look of amusement on his friend's face. Chas is perched on the desk as if waiting for more details.

"You and Harry?" Chas nods at the door, just in case Dempsey wasn't entirely clear who or what he was talking about.

Dempsey tries not to panic, and aims for misunderstood confusion, "What about me and Harry?"

Chas laughs, warmly and knowingly. Then he shakes his head, "C'mon Jim, You and Makepeace have been dancing around each other for what feels like a lifetime from where I'm standing. There's no way that you're not together."

Dempsey shrugs and tries to find something to steer away the conversation but it's a lonely office on a Saturday morning. The only distraction has left the room. Chas isn't a senior member of their team for nothing.

"Do I need to dust down my top hat?" Chas asks.

Dempsey feels himself wavering as he imagines the scenario.

"Or is this just for fun?" Chas aims low and hits the target.

Dempsey sighs. Man that hurts. He does trust Chas, he's been a good friend and he was his best man. "It's not for fun, the wedding, hell I don't know."

Then he can't stop the next words, it's a relief to tell someone and his face hurts from the smile, "Chas, it's so much better than I thought… being in love."

Chas grins and claps Dempsey on the shoulder, "You two deserve it. She's had a rough time and it's not been easy for you. You need any help with wedding stuff don't ask me, but I'll be first in line for baby sitting."

Dempsey feels his heart leap at this. "You and Moira want them?"

"One day, she's going through all her nursing exams, but yeah I won't mind a wee one causing chaos." Chas nods as he heads out the door in search of coffee. "Your secret's safe with me. I'm happy for you, mate."

Dempsey sits back in his chair and looks around the office. Maybe he and Harry didn't hide it so well but then Chas is closer to them than most people, clearly well on the way to being domesticated since his own marriage.

When Harry returns, he has to be prodded by her, his mind is miles away, full of thoughts of filling a home with mini detectives.

"Are you ready to go?" She asks him, and then looking around to check that it's just them, she stands between the cradle of his legs, and kisses him, "I've always wanted to do that in here."