AN: A Mason is somewhat of a 'secret' society where a group of men and occasionally – but not always women meet and do …things in the name of 'Brotherhood'. It's a bit like a fraternity… You'd also do well to read the notes that were posted with part 9, cos Smithy doesn't go into detail about Tony here :)

Your Love Is King – Part 12

Smithy sat at Charlie's feet, watching Rebecca toddle around Charlie, kissing and patting her cheek gently, making sure she was completely covered up, Smithy having to intervene to stop Rebecca pulling the blanket completely over Charlie's head.

Rebecca watched her mother, before pouting and folding her arms. "Mummy wake up now?"

"Mummy's tired." Smithy reached out for Rebecca, settling her on his lap, attempting to move her away from the bandage on his abdomen, Rebecca clinging tightly to his top. It had amazed him how Rebecca hadn't asked questions as to why they were there, or why she'd been taken from her parents. She'd just muddled on, flitting between her parents, thinking nothing of her situation.

'….If only it was that simple.' Smithy thought, sighing heavily.

Charlie released a low groan as she gradually came to, her eyes still closed as she moved her hand, slowly and steadily.

Rebecca turned, saw Charlie and beamed, launching herself on top of her, landing across her stomach and chest, hugging Charlie tightly. "Mummy!"

"Becca…" Charlie's eyes were still closed, but her hand moved down from her head, lowering to Rebecca's hair.

"Charlie?" Smithy moved to Charlie's side, taking her free hand. "Sweetheart, come on…open your eyes." He turned Charlie's head to face him, "Come on…"

Charlie winced and attempted to look at him, her eyes fluttering slowly open. "My Prince Charming…" She whispered hoarsely, swallowing hard.

Smithy gave her a small sad grin, helping her into a sitting position. "Save the Sleeping Beauty stuff till later, yeah?" He smiled, kissing her forehead.

"Mummy!" Rebecca bounced in Charlie's lap, standing up beside her, wrapping her arms around her neck and hugging tight.

Charlie looked up, her face lighting up when she saw Rebecca, her arms carefully lifting to hold her, pulling her back onto her lap. "Baby!" She smiled, cuddling her close.

Rebecca giggled and reached out to Smithy, beaming as he wrapped an arm around Charlie's back and one around Rebecca, drawing them both close to him.

"Escaped?" Gina's eyes grew wide and she glared out the window. "Why have we only been told this now? When it's too late?"

"The army aren't known for broadcasting-"

"I don't care about the secret nods, winks and handshakes!" Gina's voice rose slightly. "They're not the Masons!"

"It's understandab-." Jack tried to reason.

"My officers are out there!" Gina snapped back. "Now you tell me how 'understandable' that is!"

"Guv!" Steve burst into the room, interrupting the call.

"PC Hunter?" Jack moved the phone from his ear so Gina could hear what was said.

"We've found the car!" Steve panted for breath. "But there's no one in it…"

"Where was it found?"

"5th floor of the multi storey car park on Trafford Way," Steve passed the videotapes he was holding to Jack. "We've checked the CCTV, there's Smithy and Charlie on them!"

"Doing what?" Jack asked, sighing slightly with impatience.

"One car keeps well back from them, Smithy parks his car, then Charlie appears and helps him out of sight of the cameras…then the car speeds off too fast for us to be able to get the reg…"

"What make is it? Colour?"

"Vauxhall I think…" Steve shrugged. "A Corsa? It's navy…real dark blue…"

"Mickey's." Jack pursed his lips, looking at Bob, before filling Gina in. "Keep all eyes out for a dark blue Vauxhall Corsa, registration X-ray 3 4 2 Yankie, Romeo Foxtrot."

"Guv!" Steve nodded, hurrying the office and down to CAD.

"Did you get that?" Jack turned back to the phone, talking to Gina.

"How long have we been here?" Charlie looked up at Smithy, holding his hand.

Smithy sighed and shook his head. of hours?"

Charlie closed her eyes and turned her head to Smithy's shoulder. "Have they been back in?"

Smithy shook his head again, turning slightly to kiss Charlie's forehead, watching Rebecca rest against Charlie, her head tilting back against her shoulder as she fought to keep her eyes open.

"What's happening Dale?" Charlie whispered. "Who's doing this? Why?"

Smithy tilted his head and sighed, skimming over the details of his history with Tony Mitchell, only telling Charlie what she really needed to know. "And then he was arrested…next thing I heard, he'd appealed and it'd been denied…."

Charlie closed her eyes and sighed, looking down at Rebecca, lightly stroking her cheek, "How are we gonna get out-"

"You're not." Tony opened the door, "Unless it's feet first…"

Charlie's arms closed completely around Rebecca and she held her against her chest, glaring at Tony. "Our colleagues know we're missing…it won't take them two minutes to realise who you are…."

Tony rolled his eyes, "That might mean so much more if it was a real threat." He scoffed, stepping into the room. "Such a cosy family picture."

Smithy stood up, "Leave them out of this, Tony." He swallowed. "This has nothing to do with them…"

"It was everything to do with them." A smirk flicked over Tony's expression. "You need to know what it's like to lose the most important things in your life….then we're even."

Dan picked at the sandwich in front of him, sighing as he stifled a yawn. "How's this helping?"

Roger shrugged. "Keeping an eye out for human abducting aliens?"

Dan rolled his eyes, turning his head to look out the window, blinking at the car careering towards them. "Rodge?"

Roger looked up, sitting up straight and pulling his seatbelt on. "Isn't that-"

"Mickey Webb's car." Dan finished for him, dumping his sandwich on the dashboard, starting the engine.

"Easy Dan." Roger held onto the handle above the door as Dan sped forward, in pursuit of Mickey's car as it lurched across the road ahead.