Goodnight Godbless – Chapter Three.

"What's the matter with you?" Smithy rolled onto his stomach, blinking sleepily up at Charlie as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Charlie shook her head and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling softly as she fondly ruffled his hair. "Must be something I ate."

"Or the bottle of wine." He smirked, pushing himself up to a sitting position.

"Well if you're not going to finish it off." She smirked and shrugged, her hand resting at the top of her stomach. "I'll be fine," she told him, cupping his face in one hand to pull it towards hers.

"Oi!" Smithy smirked and pulled his head free, holding her wrist. "I don't want your germs."

"You're all heart!" Charlie tutted, smirking back at him.

"Me?" Smithy winked and shrugged. "I'm famous for it."

"You look like-"

"Thanks."

"Anytime." Mickey beamed and shrugged. "What's wrong with you?"

Charlie shrugged and pushed her hair back over her shoulder. "Hangover, I guess."

"You don't even remember drinking?" Mickey grinned and laughed. "That's my sort of hangover!"

"Sod off Webbo!" Charlie pouted. "The wine must have been off."

Mickey's eyebrows rose and he smirked knowingly. "Of course, that must be it."

"Don't you have work to do, DC Webb?"

Mickey straightened as he heard the familiar voice behind him and cleared his throat. "I was just going, ma'am."

Gina's arms folded as she watched him still standing by the desk, shooing him with her hand.

"Ma'am!" He beamed and turned, leaving the front office to head back to CID.

"Are you sure you should be in?" Gina asked with a frown. "Don't want you scaring the customers."

"I've only just come back!" Charlie protested. "I'm fine!"

"You look it." Gina deadpanned. "How much did you drink?"

Charlie sighed and rested her elbows on the front of the desk. "Thank you for your concern ma'am." She murmured, a petulant frown marking her lips. "But I'm fine."

"But you're my bit of stuff…" He slung a drunken arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his chest. "My dollybird."

"Smithy!" Charlie pulled back a little, smoothing her hair.

"I didn't do nothing!" Smithy crowed drunkenly, grinning. "Give us a kiss."

"Dale." Charlie turned her head slightly, rolling her eyes and chuckling as he launched at her, kissing him softly and shuffling into his lap. "You reek like a brewery." She grinned, wrinkling her nose.

"You say the nicest things to me." Smithy grinned, dropping his head into her cleavage.

"Give us a break." Mickey drawled, aiming a beer mat at Smithy's head.

"Oi!" Charlie scowled at him and managed to deflect it, her hand brushing Smithy's hair gently.

"Is this going to be a regular occurrence?" Gina drawled, releasing a steady stream of smoke. "The free porn?"

"We usually charge extra." Charlie sniffed nonchalantly, "Be grateful for the freebie."

"Oh I am." Gina drawled sarcastically. "Drink?"

"Orange juice please…" Charlie smiled tightly, shifting a little as she rested one hand over her stomach as it protested against the amount she'd already drank. "On early tomorrow." She excused.

Smithy giggled drunkenly from where he was lodged, flailing his arm out to find his glass, almost knocking it over before Gina swiped it from the table. "I think you've had enough, Sergeant."

"Nooo." Smithy scowled and pushed his arm back around Charlie's waist without lifting his head.

"He'll start snoring soon." Dan grinned.

"That only happened the once." Charlie pouted for Smithy, shifting as she felt his lips clumsily caressing the fold of her breasts. "Dale…" she whispered, dipping her head to his. "Stop it…"

Smithy glanced up and smirked at her, pressing a soft kiss against her lips, before resting his hand across her lap. "Drink?" He pouted at Gina.

"Orange." Gina pushed his glass over, sitting down after handing the other drinks around.

Smithy peered suspiciously at the glass, "…Something in it?"

"Yes." Gina nodded. "Orange."

"But-"

"Excuse me…" Charlie extracted herself from Smithy, "We'll make a move after this one." She told him, escaping to the toilets, the sound of his argument with Gina echoing behind her, one hand clamped firmly to her mouth.

She hurried into a cubicle, flushing the toilet as soon as she'd been sick, putting the seat down and rested her head against the cool wall, crossing her arms protectively almost over her stomach. She swallowed, the wave of nausea soon passing, allowing her to wash her hands. She swallowed again, looking at her reflection and sighing, bending to rinse her mouth out, her eyes closing tight as another pain flashed across her stomach, before slipping unconscious to the floor.