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Alex and Amy traipsed into the station, looking weary. The Sarge nodded to them as they entered.

"So, how did things go out there?" he asked, seemingly disinterested. He turned back to his paperwork. "You two manage to get along?" The two exchanged a quick glance. Alex headed over to his desk, Amy to her office. He shrugged.

"Yeah, most of the time." He plonked himself down on his chair, letting out a long, tired breath. Amy dumped her folder on her desk, returning to the room to report to the Sergeant. She stopped.

"Um, Alex?" He looked up from his page.

"Hmm?" She paused, unsure of what to say.

"You might want to change your shirt, you've get some, ah…" she pointed to the back of her collar, indicating for him to check his own. He pulled his collar around, finding a few drops of blood on the back. He looked up to the sky again, muttering something inaudible before leaving for the locker room. Jonesy looked up, spotting the blood and the bandage.

"Woah, what happened mate, you OK?" Alex stopped, his hand on the locker room door. He pointed to Amy, slightly annoyed, but smiling.

"Ask her." Jonesy swivelled in his chair, peering at Amy through squinted eyes. She looked up, blushing.

"Yeah… I smashed the car door into his head." She turned on her heel and went back into her office while Jonesy burst out laughing.

"I can hear you!" Alex's voice floated in from the next room. Amy poked her head out from her office.

"Where's Alex?" She looked around. Kelly answered.

"Changing." Amy started off towards the locker room to get him, when her phone rang. She turned back.

"Could someone go and grab him for me, I've got something for him to sign." She grabbed the ringing phone.

"Kelly", "Kelly", "Yours, Kel" came the chorus from the others in the room. The grunted in protest, but left the room to fetch her colleague.

She pushed open the door, finding Alex with his shirt off, reaching for a clean one. He spun around. Kelly sighed, exasperated.

"What's with the guys around here taking their shirts off all the time?" Alex furrowed his brow.

"What?" He was confused. She flapped her arms in frustration and turned to leave the room.

"Amy needs you to sign something." She called over her shoulder, leaving Alex puzzled. He shrugged, and left the room, pulling on the shirt.

He walked through the office, his shirt still unbuttoned. Jonesy made a low wolf-whistle as he passed his desk. He was quickly thanked with a punch on the arm.

"Ow, you gave me a dead-arm, you bastard." He rubbed the sore spot on his upper arm, the rest of it hanging limp by his side. Joss scoffed. "Hey, you laugh now. He's stronger than he looks, you know." Jonesy warned. Joss shrugged.

"I'll just take your word for it." He went back to writing. Alex emerged from Amy's office, still tucking in his shirt. Joss nodded up at him. "So did she enjoy the show?"

It was Joss' turn to feel pain. He turned to Jonesy, holding his arm. He was smiling knowingly, satisfied.

"See?" Joss nodded. He gingerly lifted his arm to continue writing. Alex sat back down in his chair.

"That was some heavy shit out there today." He sighed, drained by the drama of the afternoon. Jonesy put down his pen.

"What went down?" Alex glanced at his watch and jumped up.

"Knock off time!" he pointed to the clock, quickly joined by Joss and Kelly. "Fill you in tomorrow, mate." He patted Jonesy on the back, and motioned to Susie. "Happy graveyard shift." He flashed them a toothy grin.

"Get out of here." Susie shooed him out, rolling her eyes. Kelly and Joss said their goodnights and trailed out the door, pleased to be free at last.

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Half and hour later, the Boss emerged from his office. He wished them goodnight before going home. The Sarge followed suit.

"Okay. You two are on until 12:30. It's my day off tomorrow; you are rostered on to start at 1:30. Have a good shift." He grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

"Night, Sarge" "Goodnight." Came the replies.

They heard the clang of the phone being hung up from Amy's office. Susie grimaced in anticipation of her mood.

"What's been keeping you?" called out Jonesy. Amy sighed.

"That was the hospital. I just spent six bloody hours listening to some bloody doctor talk about why a crazy woman went crazy." She shuffled around some papers on her desk, trying to create some sort of order for her to face it again tomorrow. "Everyone else gone home?"

"Yep. A while ago." Came the reply.

A slip of paper fell from her desk into her lap. She picked it up, unfolding it. It read:

Foxy, call me. –A

She smiled, slipping the note into her pocket. She cleared her throat, walking out past the two remaining Heelers and out the door, calling her goodbyes over her shoulder. Susie slapped her hands on her knees, looking at Jonesy.

"Well…" she started. He replied, mimicking her.

"Well…"

"This should be fun, then, ey?" She smiled, before standing and walking out of the room. "Coffee?" she called. Jonesy paused, thinking. He leant back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. He nodded to himself.

"Yeah…" he answered to both questions, unsure whether she was being sarcastic or not.

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