Hey guys, here's Part 4. IF you're a new reader, please make sure you read Parts 1,2, and 3 before this one as it follows the events for those. Hope you enjoy!

(It's been over a month since Adam's funeral. Adam's daughter Rose banned Janet and any of the people she brought into his life, from attending. Janet did really love Adam and was having a terrible time adjusting to her life without him. Her meals were lonelier, her house was emptier, and her nights were colder. After finding out about her involvement with another man, even her daughter Tasie began limiting contact with her. She rarely saw her granddaughter and was still suspended by from work while they investigated her affair with Dan Melligan. Lately, she has spent a lot of time with Gill. Although almost two months later, now past her weepy mourning stage of grief, Janet is beginning to notice Gill being a little cold towards her. Instead of dwelling on this, Janet made an effort, when spending time with Gill to get her liquored up. She found Gill to be less uptight and more inclined to giggle after she's had a few. This morning, Janet's eyes open to the sun beaming in from the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the Greater Manchester area. She must have fallen asleep on Gill's settee. Janet sits up, her brain feels fluid, and sloshes with her movement. She groans at the feeling.)

Gill: Good. If you didn't wake soon I was going to start writing your eulogy. (Gill sits sipping her freshly made coffee, perched on her barstool by her sparkling quartz countertop. She smiles watching Janet grip her head.)

Janet: How are you not feeling this? You drank enough gin to sink a battleship.

Gill: I'm stronger than a battleship.

Janet: Have you got tablets?

Gill: Open your eyes. (Janet does and sees that headache tablets and a tall glass of water are already on the coffee table in front of her.)

Janet: Cheers Gill.

Gill: Get that down ya. Have a coffee, if you think you can stomach it, but I'm going to need you to pull yourself together because I've got an appointment around noon. (Janet looks to the clock on the wall.)

Janet: Don't worry, I'll be out of your hair soon.

(Meanwhile back at the Manchester Metropolitan Police headquarters, Rachel sits at her desk reviewing the schedule. She'd just received an email the week earlier about allowing too much overtime. However, she was short staffed and so she was using the few people she had more. She didn't really see a way around it. When this argument was shot down she decided to spend a little more time on the schedule to see if maybe she could work something out. She really missed Janet.)

Robin: Knock knock. (Rachel looks up from her computer and meets Robin's face with a smile. They've been texting, and talking, and he even took her out on Valentine's Day for a rather romantic date, which to her dismay did not end with sex. They still weren't anything official yet but in her book they were dating. She gave in one last time to her rather persistent and talented female caller, but committed herself to being patient with Robin. Her therapist told her she had to be patient physically and he had to be patient emotionally. She told her to simply enjoy the time getting to know him. Rachel was surprised at how inquisitive he was, how eager to question and how attentive he was. When she spoke, he listened and he was interested. This was a nice change. She couldn't say she was always listening to him, sometimes her mind did wander onto all the things she wanted to 'do' with him.) I just wanted to check…(he walks further in the office) if we were still on for tonight?

Rachel: (smiles) Yeah. (They've been on a few dates, the poshest being Valentine's Day. She actually put in the effort, got dressed up, wore a dress, heels, lipstick. He brought her flowers, sent chocolates to her home and her gift came in a box. She was surprised when he insisted she open it at the restaurant. She had anticipated it being lingerie but it was a brand new leather portfolio that read: R Bailey. He had joked one or two times about how her portfolio was falling apart and she had mentioned it was the same one she'd been using since she first started her career nearly 20 years ago. He said he thought she might like it and she really, really did. It was so thoughtful. He was constantly surprising her.) I've got our Allison watching Charlie tonight. So, if today keeps at the pace it is, we should be out of here on time.

Robin: Excellent. (He smiles wide showing his dimples.) I just wanted to make certain because we just closed our case-

Rachel: Ah, brilliant!

Robin: Yeah, we finally got a confession. So, everyone's going to-

Rachel: I mean, I get it. If you want to go to 'The Grapes' to celebr-

Robin: I would never choose 'The Grapes' over time with you. (Rachel laughs)

Rachel: You're ridiculous.

Robin: Shitty bar with a bunch of sweaty DCs or a bottle of wine and you all to myself.

Rachel: 'The Grapes' isn't that shitty. I've been to shittier.

Robin: Alright. But you can see there's no competition.

Rachel: (twirls her pen blushing shyly. He was always saying sweet things like that. From her experience the charm and the spoiling would stop after awhile, but he was sweet to her without seeming to want anything besides her company. She had trouble wrapping her head around that.) Well congratulations on your arrests.

Robin: Thank you. How are you doing?

Rachel: Ah well, I got bollocked for my overtime again. So, I'm looking over the schedule to see who I can move around.

Robin: If you need any of my men. Let me know. I can lend a few. It won't count towards your payroll.

Rachel: How are you doing alright with time and I'm struggling? We're both short. We both lost two people.

Robin: Yeah, but, you lost a DC and a Sargent. I lost two DCs. You're having to divvy up Sargents work, between yourself and training the few DCs who want to help the duties. So-

Rachel: A lot of time I reckon it might be easier if I just did it myself.

Robin: You'd never sleep.

Rachel: Sleep? (She tilts her head and squints her eyes) That sounds familiar. (Robin laughs.)

Robin: You need to sleep.

Rachel: You know what would help? I can sleep really well after a good sha- (Anna walks in and Rachel swallows the rest of her word. Robin stifles his laughter.)

Anna: Sorry, I'm not interrupting am I?

Robin: No. Sorry. I've got to get back upstairs. (He knocks a knuckle on Rachel's desk before winking at her and then exiting.)

Rachel: What's up?

Anna: Forensics on the knife came back.

Rachel: And?

Anna: Trace amounts of his blood mixed in with hers.

Rachel: (nods) Lying bastard. Take Lee with ya. Arrest him.

Anna: Yes ma'am.

(Later that night, Rachel and Robin decide to drive together to the cocktail bar they were now frequenting together. On their way however, Allison calls and says that Charlotte is ill, Rachel and Robin can hear Charlotte's shrill cries in the background of the call, she pathetically cries "Mummy" over and over.)

Rachel: Alright, alright. I'm coming, I'm coming now. (She ends the call and hits her steering wheel.) Shit. (She bites her lip and looks to Robin.) I'm sorry. I have to-

Robin: No apologies necessary. You've got to get her. That's a tummy that only Mummy's magic can make better.

Rachel: I don't know that I've got any magic, but...I've gotta. (She turns the car around.) Do you mind coming with me?

Robin: With you?

Rachel: Sorry, it's just, me sister's house is on the way, if I head back to my house where your car is, I'd have to double back. You haven't got to come in and meet anyone. It just, it'll save me time.

Robin: That's fine, whatever you've got to do.

Rachel: I'm so sorry.

Robin: It's alright.

Rachel: You could've been having a laugh with your team and now you're here on the way to get a sick toddler.

Robin: Rachel. (He touches her shoulder. She quickly looks at the touch and then his sincere eyes and then the road.) I told you I'd rather be with you. Even now.

Rachel: Ok.

(Robin stayed in the car as Rachel went inside to get her kid. She did not feel now was an appropriate time for Robin to be introduced to her family. He was surprised in fact that she didn't insist on dropping him off first, he was excited though to get his first glimpse of Charlotte in person. To his surprise, Rachel comes out of the house relatively quickly. She's holding her sleeping daughter and her pink Batman backpack. Allison stays in the doorway watching Rachel leave and curiously looks at the car, trying to get a peek of who was in Rachel's passenger seat. Rachel opens the back door and puts her daughter into her car seat.)

Robin: She's beautiful. You can tell she's poorly, her cheeks are rosy.

Rachel: Thank you. I reckon the cough syrup kicked in. (She finishes securing the child's seat and then gets back into the driver's side. She begins driving. She taps the time on the dashboard.) It's still an early night. Once I get you to your car, you can head over to 'The Grapes'.

Robin: Are you trying to get rid of me?

Rachel: No. I just figured you'd want to. It's going to be a quiet night at chez Bailey. I'm going to tuck her in and maybe have some tea and get comfortable.

Robin: I could do with a good cup of tea.

Rachel: (smiles) Really?

Robin: If you don't mind me stopping in?

Rachel: No. That's, that's lovely. Thank you for being so flexible.

Robin: I had a little one before. I understand.

(Rachel parks in front of her flat. She takes Charlotte from the seat and carries her sleeping body. Robin had offered to carry Charlotte but Rachel said 'No' she didn't know him quite like that yet. They hadn't even met when Charlotte was conscious yet. When they get inside to her flat door both detectives notice a large container of cubed melon on her doormat.)

Rachel: What the hell is that?

Robin: Looks like some fruit. (Robin picks up the container and finds a small folded piece of lined paper underneath.)

Rachel: It must be for my neighbor. (She struggles with the motherly balancing act of child and keys. She tilts her head in the direction of her neighbors front door.)

Robin: (opens the note and flips the paper over, the writing at first being upside down. His eyebrows raise at the short message, which reads: " I was eating this and thought of You[r pussy] Sweet & Juicy. -Natalie." And then a phone number. He flips the note over only now realizing there is a name written on the other side. "Suzy") You're right, it's for Suzy.

Rachel: Suzy?

Robin! Yes. (He begins to put the container in front of the other door.)

Rachel: Wait, that might be for me then.

Robin: It says 'Suzy'. (Rachel unlocks the front door.)

Rachel: Yeah. (she steps inside her flat.) Sometimes I'm Suzy.

Robin: Right? (she hears the hesitation in his voice.)

Rachel: If I go out and someone's chatting me up and I'm not really into it. I give them a false name and number. I usually stick with Suzy.

Robin: So, false name, false number, but real flat address?

Rachel: Uh... well not, no, not normally. Who is it from?

(Robin enters and smiles scanning over Rachel's modest dwellings.)

Robin: Someone called Natalie.

Rachel: Oh, well, she was an exception to the rule. She wasn't meant to get (gestures to her home) this far. I'm going to-

Robin: Sounds like she got pretty far.

Rachel: -put her down. I'm sorry, what?

Robin: I'm joking. I don't mean offense. (Rachel walks over to Robin and takes the folded paper. She quickly reads it and blushes.) Look don't be embarrassed, at least she's complimentary. If it were that message and a can of sardines. (Rachel laughs put a little at ease.)

Rachel: I'm going to put her in bed. If you want to have a seat. (she gestures to the settee. Robin smiles nodding and Rachel disappears down the hallway. She carefully tucks her daughter into her bed, under her new "spider Man" sheets. She rereads the note as she exits and sighs. As if he needed another reason to think she was a slag. She crumples the note, frustrated and tosses it into the bin in the bathroom as she walks past. She does her best to remind herself that she has nothing to be ashamed of... because feminism? This doesn't work and she enters her own living room sheepishly. The last time she was alone with a man in her living room was Spencer. This adds to her unease. When she sees Robin, he is standing, hands clasped behind his back as he looks over the books on her bookshelf.) See anything that tickles your fancy?

Robin: Apart from you? (He smiles slyly and she blushes this time with flattery.) The "Forensics the Anatomy of Crime". How was that?

Rachel: Let me see the cover? (He takes it from the shelf as she begins filling her electric kettle with water. She remembers how useless the kettle was in her defense against Spencer. Robin displays the book like a tv salesperson.) Ah, yeah, that was brilliant actually. It convinced me to try a few fiction novels by her. I usually don't fancy fiction much.

Robin: Really?

Rachel: I dunno, I like learning when I'm reading. If it's all fantasyland and fairy tales, I can't justify the time it takes away from other things.

Robin: Sometimes you've got to treat yourself. Give your brain a break.

Rachel: (Continues with tea prep) Anyway, it got me to get a few fiction books by her. Because that's the bit that I can never wrap me head around. They get our job, the stuff we actually do, totally wrong. So, I thought 'oh, she's done these interviews with professionals and done proper research and that so, maybe her fiction won't be so bad.' Literally, I couldn't get through two chapters. (Robin laughs.)

Robin: Reckon I could borrow the Forensics one?

Rachel: Yeah. (She smiles at him as he slips the book into his briefcase. She can't remember the last bloke or lover who asked her about her books. She was by no means an avid reader because she always had her nose in current work and case-files but she really loved learning. Even Janet told her that when she first met Rachel she thought she was 'a right ditz.' Rachel wasn't sure what it was about herself that gave off this impression but assumed because of her poor upbringing and social status that it was a prejudice that she would be uneducated.)

Robin: Cheers. Oh. (Lifts the melon from the table.) I imagine you'd want to put this in the fridge.

Rachel: Oh. (she pushes hair back) l'm going to bin it.

Robin: Bin it? Why? It looks like perfectly good melon in there.

Rachel: It's. I'm-

Robin: Don't be. Look here, d 'you mind if I try a piece?

Rachel: (lets out a laugh) Go on then. (Robin smiles a cheeky smile revealing his dimples and Rachel bites her lip. He wasn't in a rush sexually and after he communicated this to her she found herself masturbating much more frequently. Even watching him open the container of melon she can feel herself get wet. She shifts her position watching intently as he lifts a small cubed piece to his lips and plops it in. He honestly was completely oblivious to the sexual frustration he was causing her. He simply wanted to de-stigmatize the fruit and symbolically show that he was accepting of her previous promiscuity and that in fact they were none of his business unless she wanted to share. He nods and smiles after swallowing.) Well?

Robin: Delicious.

Rachel: Thank you. (The kettle whistles and Rachel tends to it. She pours the tea and as pleased as she was that he seemed content in her space simply sharing tea, she was also anxious for him to go, because sitting talking about books, crime, or anything besides shagging his brains out was going to be a challenge. Quite possibly the hardest part of her day and today she solved a murder and soothed a sick toddler.) Teabag in or out?