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Tom sighed. He was exhausted, the case had hit them all hard. The murder of a young person was always hard to take - it had hit him hard and he had seen the way Mared had looked at him when the boy's mother had collapsed in grief. Sending Mared a text had been a reaction. He wanted to check she was ok, to hear from a friendly person. What he didn't understand was why Mared Rhys even bothered with him. He was damaged, broken, half the man he had been. He sighed; getting up to fill the kettle he could help but think about the dark haired detective with the bright red overcoat and a heart of gold.
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The rain battered the small car as she drove towards the coast. She had been worried about Tom since the case had landed on their desks. A drowning of a teenage boy. Harry, the only son of Dewi and Mair Roberts had been murdered. The killer was awaiting trial but she knew that couldn't be the end of it for Tom. It was too close to home.
She parked the small car on the edge of the grass before heading down towards the caravan. Her mind was still focused on the man inside. She had no idea what he washing through. She knew he blamed himself for so much that wasn't his fault. What she didn't know was how or when her feelings towards him had changed. Resentment had given way to acceptance, friendship, respect and now? Now she didn't know. Didn't want to analyse what she felt - apart from a need to see him. Reaching the caravan she stopped; aware the lights were on and the main door open. Tom stepped down from the doorway, rushing towards her - getting himself soaked in the process. Mared was about to admonish him when he reached her.
"Mared."
"Hi." She looked in his eyes as he held his coat tighter to him.
"You shouldn't have come. You'll catch your death in this lot." He smiled slightly.
"Doesn't matter."
"Yes. Yes it does. You do." He pulled her into his arms as she hugged him back tightly, burying her head in his shoulder. She felt him tighten his hold on her. This damaged, angry man needed her as much as she needed him. In that moment that was all that mattered.
"Tom." She whispered as he kissed her soaking wet hair. He nodded, tilting her face up to look at him. He kissed her gently, unable to stop himself as she let her ice cold fingers find their way to his hair, anchoring them together as she deepened the kiss. He pulled away first, needing oxygen as she bit her lip.
"Cmon." Tom smiled slightly. "Inside. I can't have catching your death out here. I need you too much."
"Do you?"
"Always." He held her gaze before taking her hand and leading her inside.
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A/n please review. Should I write more Hinterland (y Gwyll) stories?
