A/N: Enjoy the fluff whilst it lasts…

Goodnight, Godbless – Part 2

"Thank you!" Charlie glared at the woman in front of her, having to practically be pulled out of the reception by Smithy. "What did you do that for?"

"Cos I don't want to have to arrest you for GBH!"

"Stupid cow." Charlie scowled, glaring back at the door. "Did you see that look she gave me!"

"Then don't tell her how to organise her filing system!" Smithy sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Should have seen the state of her top drawer, no wonder she couldn't find the notes!"

"You don't know she couldn't find them…"

"…Might as well," Charlie pouted and rolled her eyes. "I want to go back to work!"

Smithy wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "And you can now. Just…try not to start war with JT or something."

"As if!" Charlie instantly brightened and kissed his cheek. "And now I can keep my eye on you!"

Smithy's eyebrow rose and he looked over the top of the car at her. "…Or not."

"Just shut up and behave." Charlie winked and got in the passenger side.

"Good to have you back!"

"Good to be back!" Charlie beamed at Tony and returned his hug. "Though. If you see JT before I do – tell him I want a word."

"Charlotte!"

"My drawers!" Charlie whined, pouting.

"Behave." Smithy pointed at her, kissing her forehead before disappearing into the main station.

"I always do." Charlie smirked after him, taking her jacket off as she settled herself in the chair, her legs upon the desk as she pulled her in tray forward.

"Er," Gina stopped in front of her, "What's this?"

"Ma'am!" Charlie beamed broadly. "I'm settling in."

"Settle them on the floor." Gina tapped her legs, shooing them off the desk. "First job, tidy this place up."

"Nothing like a welcome back is there." Charlie grinned.

"And that was nothing like a welcome back." Tony chuckled at his own joke.

"So what was wrong anyway?" Amber asked, sprawling over the desk as she searched for a file.

"…That would be so much easier if you came round here." Charlie rolled her eyes, flicking the back of Amber's hands repeatedly with a ruler.

"Or if you didn't do that!" Amber scowled, pulling the ruler from her hands.

Charlie smirked mischievously and shrugged. "A bad dose of flu apparently." She shrugged. "Doesn't explain being sick, but I guess that was cos I was so run down."

"Thanks for that." Amber's brow furrowed and she grimaced a little, turning and heading in the opposite direction having produced the papers she needed.

"Welcome!" Charlie beamed innocently and continued typing, humming softly to herself.

Smithy sighed and studied the pile of paperwork in front of him, "Does it breed overnight for you too?"

June glanced up at him and smiled softly. "I'd just be glad for a quiet day to make a st-" She trailed off, looking over her glasses at the door.

"Sarge!" Amber gave him her best pout. "Can you-"

"No!"

"Smithy!" She whined.

"Amber, I am not writing your statement for you!" Smithy growled, pushing a file at her.

"I wasn't asking you to." She pouted again and pretended not to notice the blindingly obvious file floating in front of her face. "I just need some help."

"Take this!" Smithy thrust the folder into her hands, and turned her by her shoulders, pushing her to the writing room. "Go in there." He thrust her through the door. "Read that, and concentrate!"

"Sar-" Amber scowled darkly as the door slammed shut on Smithy's exit, sinking into one of the chairs, reluctantly picking a pen up.