"Susie...Susie!"

"Huh? Sorry?" Susie looked up to see Amy standing over her.

"Your lunch," Amy explained, holding out the brown paper bag. "Be grateful, us detectives don't make a habit of this."

"Thanks Amy," Susie replied, smiling at her joke.

"You must be hungry," Amy remarked, "You've been working away at your desk for hours. I've never seen someone tackle paperwork so enthusiastically."

"Yeah, I kinda forgot about it coz I was busy. But...thanks."

"No worries." Susie watched Amy walk away and then glanced around at the office, she hadn't even noticed it that it was completely empty. Sighing she looked at her lunch, she hadn't eaten for three days now. But the idea of the sandwich inside the bag made her feel sick. Hurriedly, she opened her top drawer and shoved the sandwich right up the back. She leaned back in her chair and propped her head up with her hand. This whole situation was a mess. Her and Jonesy. She was so angry at him but she was too tired to fight it. After she had yelled at him in the locker room she had felt so dizzy and sick, which is why she forced herself to do paperwork. Not only as a distraction but so she could sit down, worried that if she walked around she might collapse. She needed something to keep her going. She slowly got up and moved over to the kitchen, grabbing onto chairs and desks as she went to stop her from falling...luckily no one else was around. She made herself a strong black coffee and made her way back to her desk the same way as she had to the kitchen. She sipped the coffee and pulled a face...it was so strong and bitter. She forced herself to drink it anyway and then put her head down on the desk and cried.

From the doorway Amy watched her with an odd expression on her face. It was as much concern as it was confusion...she wondering what the hell was going on.

A few moments later:

"Susie," Mark called loudly. Susie whipped her head up and wiped her eyes, trying to pretend that she hadn't been crying. "You and Jones are out on patrol," Mark said. Susie sighed as she saw Jonesy standing behind him. She got to her feet a little too quickly and grabbed onto the desk to steady herself.

"You right Susie?" Mark asked.

"Yep...uh...yep. I'm just a....bit tired...sorry. It won't happen again," she mumbled, before slowly following Jonesy to the patrol car. Ordinarily if she was angry she'd have preferred to drive but on this occasion she was thankful to occupy the passenger seat.

Susie and Jonesy sat side by side without uttering a word and a tense silence filled the air. Jonesy shot a look at Susie whilst she stared aimlessly out the window. His eyes were filled with longing, the need to explain what had really happened...but he couldn't find the words. Determined to set things right he pulled the car into an alleyway.

"Susie..." he began.

"Yes?" she replied softly, continuing to look out the window, now at a brick wall.

"Susie, I want to explain," he soothed. "You got it wrong before."

"Did I?" she mumbled sarcastically, not moving her gaze.

"Yes, I would never do that to you, you understand? Susie, I really care about you," he said to the back of her head.

"Okay," she muttered.

"Look at me," he prompted, but she didn't move. He leaned closer and turned her face gently towards him with his hand. He looked at her and sadly noted that her eyes were again, filled with tears. When Jonesy didn't move away Susie slowly lifted her eyes up and met his gaze. They lingered there for a moment, not moving, but when a stray tear rolled down Susie's cheek Jonesy brushed it away with his other hand. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned in and kissed her gently. Susie closed her eyes and kissed him back. She felt a fluttery feeling in her stomach that hadn't been there last night. Last night had been full of lust but being with Jonesy now was different. He was gentle and held her like she was special. She reached up and touched his cheek and he slipped his arm around her waist. She savoured the moment but after a few minutes they began to get more and more passionate. Jonesy fumbled with her police shirt and slipped his hand up her back. Susie gasped when he first made contact with her skin and tried to lean in closer but her seatbelt stopped her.

"Allow me," Jonesy smiled cheekily, undoing it and pulling her over to his side so she was on top of him. They each unbuttoned each others shirts and discarded them on the passenger seat. Jonesy reached up to undo the clasp on Susie's bra when he saw a figure approaching the vehicle in the rear-view mirror. It was Tony Timms.