P.J. sat in his office, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans. Shortly after Inspector Falcon-Price had left the office, he had gone in a plonked himself down opposite Tom.

"So?"

"Well, thanks to you, my plans of leading up to it were shot out of the window, but I still think we're in with a chance. I laid it all out for him. Your solve rate, the results the pair of you get, the way you work so well together – "

"And the fact that I'm marrying Mags whether he likes it or not." P.J. interrupted. "Boss, I'm sorry, I know you did your best, but that's the bottom line. If I have to go and work somewhere else, then I will, but I won't be without her, not any more."

Tom raised an eyebrow, and P.J. wisely stopped talking.

"So, as I was saying, I put it all on the line, and he wants to talk to you. He says he wants to interview you and Maggie separately, and he'll make a decision after that."

"Boss – " P.J. tried again.

"And you're going first, seeing as you're here. He's going to call me after lunch to set up the time. " Tom said with a small smile. "After that, it's up to you, mate"

P.J. sat back in the chair. Up to him. His whole life was at stake here. His life, his love, his career…..

OOO

Maggie perched herself carefully on the barstool, sipping her orange juice as she watched Chris get ready to open up. The fact that Chris was busy had never stopped her from chatting, and it wasn't about to now.

"So you and P.J. are getting married? It's about time, Maggie! Honestly, you two have been tip-toeing around each other for years now, driving the rest of us crazy"

"What!"

Chris laughed, the sound making Maggie smile.

"You and P.J. Maybe it was just me then, but he couldn't keep his eyes off you, and you were just the same, watching that gorgeous backside of his whenever you could – and it's no use blushing like that girlie, I saw you, and you know I did!"

A bright red Maggie did her best goldfish impression, before finally managing to answer. "When? Oh my goodness, I wasn't THAT obvious was I?"

"No, I'm only teasing. It's just that I'm so happy for you. He adores you Maggie, he's completely nuts about you, and you love him just as much, don't you?" Chris stopped, finally ready, and finding she had almost ten minutes spare before the lunchtime hordes arrived.

Sitting down next to Maggie, she smiled at the look on her friend's face.

"Yes, I do love him, Chris. I love him so much. I don't want to be without him, which is what worries me."

"Worries you? Maggie, what do you mean?" Chris asked.

"Well, when we get married, if the Boss can't fix it, one of us will have to move stations. P.J. probably thinks it should be him, but I think it should be me. He's doing so well here, and I'm not going to be much use to anyone for a while, so I might as well go and be useless at St. David's. And – " Chris watched as a blush stole across Maggie's fair features.

"Aaaaand?"

"And, well, I – " Maggie couldn't look Chris in the eye, but the way her hand had fallen into her lap and the fingers protectively placed across her belly made Chris gasp.

"Oh my God! You're pregnant!" Chris almost fell off her barstool in surprise.

"What! No! No, I'm not!" Maggie squeaked.

"But you'd like to be" Chris smiled as Maggie nodded.

"Chris, I love him. I'm marrying him - that sounds so good. I'm marrying P.J. Hasham. I want his children. Oh my God, I've gone all girly – if you breathe a word of this to anyone Christine Reilly…."

Chris mimed zipping her mouth shut, smiling as she did so. "Won't say a word, but it won't matter – you two just look so happy around each other, anyone who doesn't feel happy for you or notice must be nuts!"

Maggie smiled, and behind them there was a pounding at the door. Sighing, Chris stood up.

"They're hungry……"

OOO

"So. Detective Hasham." Mark Falcon Price stood by the window, turning to face P.J. They were in the C.I. office for privacy, and Tom had already had to remind Dash that P.J. was otherwise detained and wouldn't need his messages just now, or the coffee, or the latest update on car theft in the area.

"Inspector Falcon-Price." P.J. replied in a similar deadpan manner, his face stoic, his heart beating nineteen to the dozen. This had to work. They had to be able to stay in the same station – or he had to be the one to leave. There was no choice in the matter. Mags was staying at Mt Thomas, and that was all there was to it.

Moving over to the cabinet behind P.J., the Inspector picked up a photograph. It had been taken at the staff Christmas party last year, and every one was wearing huge grins and Santa hats. Chris had caught them at a relaxed moment, and their smiles matched the moment. They'd lined up for Chris, Dash and Adam giggling away at one end, Ben, Tom and Nick resembling the three stooges in the middle, and Maggie and P.J. at the other end, part of the lineup, but standing close to one another, almost leaning into one each other. P.J. loved that picture. Nothing had been happening between them at the time, but the signs were there, the instinct, the need. She'd been smiling up at him, and he had returned the smile.

"You really do love her, don't you?. This has been in the wings for a while now, and nothing I do or say is going to change a single thing, is it?"

"No sir. Mags is – she's, she's my future. My life. I love her – and I'm going to marry her. If that means I move to St. David's, then it means I move to St. David's."

Mark heard the finality in P.J.'s voice and knew he wasn't going to be able to change the man's mind – and nor did he think he had the right to.

"Ok."

P.J.'s blue eyes widened, and his eyebrows shot into orbit. "Ok? I can stay? " The eyes darkened as a thought occurred. "Mags isn't going anywhere, sir. She's staying here."

"I know. Listen," P.J. straightened up as the Inspector sat down on the other side of the desk. "If she feels like you do, then I'm not going to be able to split you up for the job's sake –" he held up a hand to ward off the storm that he saw in P.J. face. "Not that I had any intention of doing that, not after seeing you two yesterday. I had been thinking of moving one of you, but Tom's right. You do work well together, you and Doyle especially, but you do work well with the others. Both of you. And I'd be stupid to split up a team that gets the stats that you do. So this is my proposal. You stay at Mt. Thomas, as does Doyle. Now, from what I've seen, you and Doyle usually work as partners, so from now on, you're too work with the other members more, maybe with Shultz, and Doyle can work with Stewart – "

"Curious" Mark thought as he saw the muscles in P.J.'s jaw tighten.

"Or maybe the other way around. Anyway, mix it up a bit, and send me an invite to the wedding. One more thing. This is a trial basis. I'll review it after a year, but to be honest, I don't see many problems. And anyway, there's always maternity leave, or other such things we can use…." Falcon-Price said with a grin, watching as a matching grin appeared on P.J. happy face.

"That there is" he agreed. "That there is!"