A/N - Apologies for the lack of posts over the weekend, i was busy being a good wifey for most of it and then was swept away to a suprise night away by my very own seahorse... so posting had to take a bit of a back seat, sorry guys but duties call sometimes ;)

In apologies for my lack of posting, i will be updating a few chapters over the next hour or so as i have finished proof reading and minimizing the many mistakes, typos and continuity errors... i cant promise to have gotten rid of them all, but im not a professional writer so...tough haha.

On with the show, happy Teal Tuesday peoples, enjoy your reading and as always, reviews are welcome, requested and appreciated more than you know.

AL xx

Bridget entered her house to find it dark apart from a few table lamps left on. She noticed a note on one of the side tables and picked it up.

'Gidge,

Had to go see a man about a dog, will explain later. Don't know when I will get finished but don't wait up. Miss you and love you. Frankie xxx'

With a soft sigh of disappointment at Frankie not being home, Bridget decided to make the most of having the house to herself.

She set the bath running, pouring in a healthy amount of bubble bath before she made her way to the kitchen to grab a wine glass and a bottle of white from the wine fridge. She entered the bathroom, turned on the towel heater, lit the candles surrounding the bath and made her way to the light switch to turn off the main lights. Whilst there she flicked on the media panel, adjusting the volume and setting it to play a playlist of soothing music.

Testing the bath water, she nodded to herself that it was perfect, she stripped off, poured herself a generous glass of wine. And eased herself into the bath, relishing in the heat surrounding her body and easing her tired muscles.

Before relaxing fully, she grabbed her phone, and snapped a quick photo of the bubbles between her legs, the candles flickering against the tiles and her hand holding a wine glass. She set it to send to Frankie with a simple message. 'wish you were here' then she set her phone down, took a large sip of her wine, closed her eyes and began to relax to the soft sounds of the music.

Frankie entered the house an hour or so later, and frowned when she found the house exactly as it was when she left. Wondering if Bridget had decided to get an early night after her bath, she kicked off her shoes and made her way into their bedroom.

She frowned at the empty bed before turning towards the music playing in the ensuite still. Surely Bridget couldn't still be in the bath, could she?

Frankie entered the spacious bathroom and grinned when she saw her partner snoozing in the bath, her soft snore barely audible over the music.

Frankie tested the water to see how hot it still was and frowned when she felt it was luke warm.

She leaned forward and began placing soft kisses along Bridget's jaw, waiting for the older woman to stir. When she felt Bridget begin to react she kissed her lips a little harder.

"hey sleeping beauty, time to wake up" Frankie murmured against the soft lips that she was happily addicted to.

"what time is it?" Bridget murmured as she clenched her eyes closed, refusing to open them.

"it's a little after nine baby, you fell asleep in the bath" Frankie grinned. She loved sleepy Bridget, it was the most adorable thing she had ever witnessed. The way she forced her eyes to stay shut. The little wrinkles that formed around her eyes and her nose. The way her lips pouted slightly, not in a playful way, but in a grouchy way. The little noises that erupted from deep within her, little dissatisfied grumbles… she was truly adorable and Frankie couldn't help but fall deeper in love with her every time she witnessed it.

"I don't wanna wake up" Bridget grumbled.

"come on sleeping beauty, you can't sleep in the bath all night. Lets get you out of there and dried and I will tuck you into bed" Frankie grinned lovingly as Bridget's pout intensified.

She rolled up her shirt sleeve and dipped her hand into the tepid water, pulling the plug out, the bubbles had now all dissipated, leaving Frankie with a very nice view of her girlfriend.

Standing up, she reached for the towel that was now suitably hot before returning to Bridget who was slowly standing up with her eyes still firmly closed and a pout on her face. Frankie wrapped the heated towel around Bridget, smirking as her partner groaned happily for the first time. She guided her out of the bath then grabbed her own towel to gently pat dry Bridget's legs as the taller woman stood cocooned in her warm towel. Frankie guided her to the bedroom where she collected a fresh pair of undies and one of her baggie band t-shirts, she dressed Bridget carefully before guiding her to bed and pulling the covers back.

Bridget practically fell into bed, and began snoring softly. Frankie laughed softly at her girlfriend as she pulled the blankets up to her chin and tucked her in. She went to the bathroom, blew out the candles and turned off the towel heater and music. Then returned to Bridget's side.

"I just have to go finish up some work and then I will come and join you babe. Sleep well. I love you" Frankie kissed Bridget's forehead softly and smiled as Bridget mumbled something in her sleep.

Making her way to the spare bedroom that now was her home office, she plonked herself down in her chair and powered up her laptop and waited for the series of login in screens.

Once everything was running, she removed a flash drive from a locked drawer and inserted it into the laptop. Within seconds the prompt came up to view the files and she began to flick through things. She had decided to not store anything on the laptop incase it was stolen. Instead she had everything stored on a flash drive which she kept hidden and locked in a drawer. Once a week she would back up a second flash drive which was kept securely in the safe in the wardrobe. She was fully prepared to be more than careful with this precious task Bea had given her, she was under no illusions as to the danger she could be putting herself in from several people if they found out what she was doing.

She entered another flash drive into the laptop, this one retrieved from her pocket. Once loaded, she opened the files and flicked through them until she found the dates she was looking for. Selecting the first file, she clicked it open and waited until the media player opened a video, it was black and white, but on it she could clearly see Braydon Holt and Debbie Smith stood outside the Wentworth entrance. Braydon had just approached Debbie and began talking to her out of the blue. It was clear Debbie didn't know who he was. She watched as the young boy charmed her friends daughter, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. When the video file finished, she moved it into its new folder and renamed it so that the date, location, and contents of the video were clearly labelled.

She flicked through several more videos until she found the next video of interest, this one showed Debbie in the entrance for the visitors room, again Braydon was hanging around her like a fly to shit. Smiling at her, and touching her subtly.

As the hours passed, Frankie trawled through footage after footage from the security cameras in and around Wentworth. She had obtained the dates from Vera of each time Debbie and Harry had visited Bea. She then went on to get the dates of each visit Braydon had visited Jacs Holt after Bea arrived at Wentworth.

She spent hours trawling through the footage, pulling out anything that showed Debbie and Bea, Debbie and Braydon, Bea and Harry, Braydon and Jacs… she didn't concern herself too much about the content yet.. she had plenty of time to review and examine the footage later, for now she just focused on getting as much footage as possible to paint a picture.

Getting the footage from the prison had cost her a small fortune. She had found out who the security footage management company was from Vera. She then researched every staff member who had access to the archived footage, found a guy who had a respectable gambling debt with some bad people, and offered to wipe his slate clean, if he provided her with what she needed. She was surprised just how easy it had been, but she had what she needed now, and the guy had told her if she needed anything else to let him know, he was happy to do business with her and was relieved that she had come in to save his arse before he got too badly beaten up, or his wife and kids were dragged into his mess.

His number was now saved in Frankie's disposable mobile, the one she used for making any call about the case that she didn't want tracing back to her. His details were also saved in a folder on her flash drive, including everything she had found out about him so far, just incase she needed it in future, she was leaving nothing to chance.

Glancing to the time in the bottom corner of the laptop, she grimaced when she realized it was just after one thirty already. She closed everything down. Ran the software which removed all traces of everything she had done that night on the laptop whilst she locked up the flash drives in their hidden place in her drawers.

Once everything was finished, she set the laptop to boot down and made her way to bed to snuggle up to her girlfriend and get a few hours of sleep.