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Dedication: To all those who begged me to post it especially to Elle... who is a fantastic fic writer so I am nothing in comparison to her!!!! And for Steff who posted it on now I have finally figured out how to post the stupid thing and to all the lovely reviewers who I think are crazy because this fic is sooooooooo crappy.
Title: Forgive and Forget

Summary: I would give you one but it would give it away

Here goes........

FORGIVE AND FORGET

"Sorry I am Detective Senior Constable Amy Fox' (A/N: dum dum dum (u know the music I am talking about), you all thought it was Jo!!! :P Keep tuned because that may come, I have 7 Chapters planned, but not written)
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, "I am the new CI member"

I could not stand this new member of staff. Do not get me wrong, she seemed nice enough. But I do not know. I saw her as a replacement for Jo. Jo was meant to be the one I worked with. Always adding an insight that I could not. Always finding those extra clues that seemed trivial at first, but often solved the case. I missed her working beside me, watching her comfort the families and victims. Every time she did this she had her heart out for everyone to see. And mine melted, as I adored her compassionate side.

I could not stand coming home, something I would not look forward too. Everywhere and everything reminded me of Jo. I suppose that is a good thing that I will never forget her, and I never want to. I walk into the house and it smelt like Jo, as if she had not left. I walked over to the table and I could remember all the mornings I woke up and found her sitting at the table and that gorgeous innocent smile she greeted me with every morning when she had realised I was in the room. As I reminisce tears begin to flow down my cheeks, I smile as I relive my memories. Tears begin to flow heavier as I realise Jo is never coming back. Never going to be in my arms again. Never will I stroke her soft hair or skin. Never will I able to stare into those intense blue eyes. Never will I hear her innocent playful laugh.

I was having a hard time coping. I could not cope with the thought of someone replacing Jo. My Jo, the one I wanted to have in my arms, falling asleep next to. When she was here, I was happy. Now that she is not, I will never be able to smile again. When she was here I went to sleep happy every night knowing the woman I loved was right next to me, safe in my arms, and no one could hurt her. Now it seems that I was the only one that could hurt her. I kept hurting her and I was too blind to see that she was in pain. Too blind to see that we were drifting apart.

Now our bed felt so cold. So uninviting. Work was not the same. It felt so empty without Jo. I could hear her laughter in the muster room, so I left my office. But to my disappointment it was just a memory. I sigh and head back to my office.

I missed working with Jo. I missed Jo full stop. I missed how used to walk in my office just to say hi. Her smile always brightened my day, even the shittiest one. Coming home with her just made it perfect. She made me smile even after Maggie, when I thought it was not possible. She was Jo and I loved her. I did not deserve her but the powers that be blessed me with her. And for that I am grateful. I hope I never lose the memories of Jo. She made life liveable, and her presence made me feel alive. Now that she is not here, I do not know what I will do.

Working with Amy was unbearable and driving me crazy. She was overtaking my work. Criticising my ethics and capabilities.

Finally I said that this had to stop. That afternoon I went in to see the boss and confronted him with my concerns.
"Yes Hasham?"
"Boss I cant stand her"
"Who?"
"That bloody Fox woman"
"We all have people we can not stand. Especially those Baxter's. They murdered my wife, killed my people, destroyed my station..."
"Boss" I say frustrated

"And why can't you stand her?"
"Let me see. Where do I start?" She is looking over my shoulders, criticising my abilities and procedure. Shall I continue?"
"No, you have said enough"
"And what do you plan to do about it?"
"There is nothing I can do about, so you will have to deal. The bastard of Inspector sent her and you will have to put up with her"
"Either she goes or I do"
"Well tough, looks like you are the one that is going, pack your stuff and get the hell out"
"See you boss, and try to get over this attitude, its rather overdramatic"

I stormed out of his office and back into mine. I missed the old boss, after all what had happened he was bitter and his whole attitude had changed. It seemed the old Tom was not going to return, and for that I was sad.

As I stormed over to my desk, I collect my mobile, keys, wallet and jacket. I ignore Amy's questions of where are you going?

As I enter the muster room, I say to my colleagues "See you guys I am outta here, can't stand the Fox woman, can't stand the boss, can't stand life so I am leaving Mt Thomas"
Ben replies, "Where are you going"
"Going to Sydney, for a holiday at least. I just got to get away. Do not worry I will be back in Mt Thomas but not back in this station." And with that I walked out the door and headed home.

As I enter the house, the smell of Jo engulfs my nostrils. I enter our bedroom, and tears once again begin to flow. I sit on our bed, holding Jo's pillow for comfort. I sit like this for 10 minutes or so. I get up and starting packing. I pack clothes and a photo of Jo, because there is no way I am going any where without seeing her smile, her radiant skin

I arrive in at my Sydney hotel at 2 pm. I buy the local paper to see what is on around town. As I turn to the photos of the social page, something catches my eye. I scan over the page again, but do not see what first attracted my attention in the first place, as I am about to turn the page after giving up on looking, the corner of my eye catches what I was looking for. It's Jo in the background of the one of the photos. She looks unhappy and is sitting at the bar with a drink in her hand. She is staring thoughtfully and hard into the full glass. A smile widens on my face as I realise the possibility that Jo may be still alive.

Well here is chapter three of my crappy fic... Which I personally think is worse than the other two

Choose your own adventure................ There could be more... it is up to you

I would like to thank the reviewers again, as they take the time to read and review my crappy de la crap!!!!!

Jane W