Title: A New Era

Spoilers: End of series 4.

Disclaimer: I own Sergeant Jessica Jones, Dr James Elliot and Milly, but if anyone wants to borrow them, just ask. Lol. As for the others, not mine. I'll return the characters to their boxes when I've finished.

Boyd seethed, Grace sighed and Spencer hung his head. They couldn't believe they were in the same argument again. Since the dynamics of their group had changed, there was no shortage of arguments to be had, but this one seemed to come up more often than any other.

A year ago, after the death of Sergeant Amelia Silver, the cold case squad had been assigned a new member, Sergeant Jessica Jones. She was young, inexperienced and not a patch on Mel, but she was enthusiastic and sweet, so they tried to welcome her. Grace, seeing another mothering opportunity, had taken the youngster under her wing, protecting her from the wrath of Boyd on many an occasion.

Of course, soon after Mel died, their forensics expert, Frankie, also left, with no notice and leaving no real reason. Her replacement, Dr James Elliot, was not fitting in at all. He was stubborn and deliberately awkward about everything, particularly to Boyd, who had no time for him. None of the other members of the team liked him much either, but Boyd had been particularly distraught about Frankie's departure and had already decided not to like the new doctor before he had arrived.

As the argument raged, things became more and more heated. They were arranged in the office in their usual formation, Boyd stood presenting, facing James, who stood at the other end of the board, Grace, Spencer and Jessica sat at or on their desks.

"Dr Elliot, I don't mean to be blunt, but you are talking complete..."

"Boyd!" Grace warned, cutting his sentence short.

"Sorry, Grace, but this man is being so difficult that we can't get on with this investigation. He should remember he's still new here," Boyd told her.

James crossed his arms, "So we're back to this again. DCI Boyd, you have got to drop this."

"What? What have I got to drop?" Boyd asked.

"This petty resentment of me just because I'm not your precious Frankie. Why can't you get it into your head that she's gone? She's gone and she's not coming back."

"Really? I hate being the last to know everything," announced a voice from behind them.