Jonesy looked over at Donna sleeping peacefully beside him. It had been so long since he had had someone to come home to, someone who was glad to see him. He'd been burnt before, Tess of course. She'd really messed him around. It hadn't been her fault but the situation had turned into a big mess. In the end he was just tired of it all, the fighting and the complications, it had worn him down. After that he hadn't wanted to let anyone in but along came Susie. The attraction came out of no where. She'd had a rough time and so had he but somehow it just felt right. Now he'd screwed that one up.

Where did Donna fit into all of this? She was just so kind and devoted, made him feel like he was so important and special. It was a good feeling knowing that someone needed him. She needed protection and someone to give her a fair go and she needed love. As much as he tried to pretend he knew he didn't love her. He could give her support and a roof over her head but it wasn't the same thing as loving her. She needed him and he couldn't let her down, could he? Donna had helped him through a tough time, after he'd found out about Susie and Ben. But Ben was out of the picture now. He didn't need the comfort anymore and if he kept the relationship with Donna going he'd feel like he was using her. What he really wanted was to make things alright with Susie and take back all of the horrible things he'd said to her in the patrol car a few short hours ago. He missed her smiling face already, full of hope and warmth. He'd made that face twisted and angry yesterday. He wished she was here next to him but instead another woman was in her place. Watching her breathe in and out made him realise how empty he felt, everything just seemed wrong.

"Hey mate, hows it going?" said PJ when Jonesy arrived at the station the next morning.

"Yeah, not bad thanks, yourself?" he replied.

"Getting there," PJ laughed. "If I only I could find a donut around here."

"Perhaps you should ask Amy, she seems to be able to find everything," Joss chimed in.

"I heard that," Amy called out from her office.

"Jones, morning," said Mark with a smile. "You're out on patrol with Raynor again today. Although, she appears to be running a little late."

"No worries," Jonesy said. "We'll go as soon as she gets here."

"Sorry," Susie called, "Sorry I'm late."

"Are you alright Suse? You look a bit pale," Mark asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied quickly, "Just a bit tired.

"Ah, well, if you say so," he said, "Today you're out on patrol with..."

"Me," Jonesy said firmly.

"Ok," she mumbled.

"After you."

In the patrol car...

"Look Susie before you say anything I'm..." Jonesy began.

"Don't," she replied, looking out the window.

"Can you let me..."

"I said don't, alright?" she said, glancing him for a second before turning her eyes back to the road.

"Please," he continued. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. I...I was out of line."

"Don't worry about it."

"I will worry about it," he persisted. "I mean, I know you were just trying to help and stuff. But me and Donna...we're just..."

"I said its fine," she murmured.

"Ok, well what I said about me and you then..."

"Jonesy really," Susie said softly. "It's okay. I know you don't like me anymore. I'm glad you're with Donna and I hope you will be happy together, You don't need to keep worrying because I'm totally fine with it."

"Suse..." Jonesy said.

"What?" she turned to face him. At that moment Jonesy leaned in and kissed her. He put his hand on her face as he felt her respond. They kissed slowly and passionately and he began to move his hand down her neck.

"Don't," she cried, suddenly pushing him away.

"What?" he asked, surprised.

"Just don't, its wrong," she said, looking down.

If you mean Donna then..."

"I mean a whole lot of things. I just...can you just drive back to the station now?"

When they arrived Jonesy tried to talk to her again but she hopped out of the car without a word and ran into the station.

Susie ducked into the bathroom and locked the door. She pressed her face against the wall and felt the tiles, they were cool on her skin. She looked at her tear stained face in the mirror. Everything just hurt so badly. She suddenly felt as if she was going to be sick. She just couldn't this anymore. Turning on the tap she listened to the water running down the sink, trickling away. She cupped her hands and splashed water on her face and neck, rubbing the skin clean...she rubbed so hard that her skin began to go red...only in the places that he touched her.