If anyone was hoping for an improvement on things the next day, they were sadly disappointed when Angelo came storming out of his office. "Where is Const. Watson?"

"Right here," Georgie says, walking into the station.

"You're late."

"No I'm not." His eyes flash angrily at her casual response. "I called before my shift to say I had a doctor's appointment."

Aware of the audience they had, he orders her into his office. Following him in, Georgie hands him some papers before he'd even had a chance to sit down. "That's from my doctor. She says that there isn't any physical problem that would prevent me from performing all of my duties."

Angelo stares at the report, furious at her for pulling this on him. "Rachel Holden, isn't that the same surname as your girlfriend?"

"Unless you're implying that Rachel only passed me as fit because of Martha, then her name shouldn't be of any concern."

"Of course I wasn't implying that," his tone suggesting otherwise.

"So can I return to full duties now?"

"I don't know about that."

"If you insist on using my injury to confine me to a desk, I'll report you for discrimination."

Angelo glares at her. "So now you're playing the disability card."

"I don't have a disability, you're the one who thinks I do and you're using it against me without even giving me a chance to prove myself."

"May be I was a little too hasty," he concedes reluctantly. "Fine, you're cleared to return to full duties." He pushes the papers away. "I have Hogan out with Charlie, so I'd like you to stay on desk duty for the rest of the day, tomorrow, you're back out there."

"Thank you sir," she says, not bothering to hide her satisfaction.

"You're dismissed." Snapping his pencil in half in anger, he sits back, half admiring her gall and half hating her for it.

"Aunty Chuck." Charlie grimaces at Jay's boisterous greeting from across the diner. Ignoring the amused looks from Leah and Hogan, she turns as Jay launches himself into her arms.

"Sorry about that Charlie," Martha says, slightly out of breath from trying to keep up with her son.

"It's fine, as long as I don't become Snr Const. Chuck."

"Hey Hogan."

"Martha." He nods toward Jay. "He's getting big."

"And hard to keep up with."

"I'll wait out by the car, Charlie."

"Thanks Hogan." She sets Jay down when he starts to struggle in her arms, making a beeline for Irene.

"Nana Irene!"

Martha winces, "I wish kids came with a volume switch."

Charlie chuckles, "He certainly is boisterous."

"Can't think who he gets that from," Martha says light-heartedly.

"It's funny, I see a lot of Georgie in him."

"You don't have to say it with that tone, Charlie."

"I didn't mean anything by it Martha. I know Georgie's great with him and he absolutely adores her."

"Sorry to snap, it's just that Georgie was upset last night and she thinks Rosetta has it in for her." She looks Charlie in the eye. "What do you make of Rosetta?"

"He seems keen to prove himself and I guess I can understand why he thought Georgie wasn't up to it."

"She wouldn't be on duty if she couldn't do her job."

"I know that Martha, but he doesn't know her like we do and all he had to go on was what he saw." She pauses, "And Georgie hasn't exactly endeared herself to him. You know what she's like, quick to make snap conclusions and if someone so much as looks at her funny, she thinks they have it in for her."

"That's not entirely fair Charlie. She has been unfairly judged in the past and I know you thought Georgie overreacted about Harris, but he was rude to me and I believed Georgie when she told me some of the things he'd said to her."

"I know they had a personality clash, but I really didn't see him hassling her. Besides, Harris is in the past and she can't use that experience against Rosetta, especially when he's only just gotten here."

"Unless he does have it in for her," Martha mutters. "I hate seeing her upset Charlie, so could you just keep an eye on things?"

"Of course," she agrees, privately hoping she wasn't going to get caught in the middle.

"I'd better go and rescue my son from Irene before she spoils him rotten."

"I'll see you at the club tonight."

Martha nods, before heading over to Irene. "He's been asking after you for days."

"That's because he loves his nana." She hugs him tight. "And I've missed him too."

"Nana, mama's got a cranky new boss."

Martha groans while Irene laughs. "Jay, that's not what your mama said."

"I'm sure it was much more colourful," Irene says with a grin. "Charlie mentioned that he and Georgie had gotten off on the wrong foot."

"Hopefully it's just a few teething problems and things will settle down at the station."

"Georgie's usually a good judge of character."

"That's what is worrying me a bit. If he does have it in for Georgie, then there's going to be some fireworks."

"I'm just glad she has you and Jay to come home to."

"She certainly makes life interesting but I wouldn't have it any other way." She takes Jay from Irene's arms. "I've got to get Jay to mum's and then to work."

"Say hi to your mum for me."

"Will do."

Getting some fresh air on her break, Georgie grimaces when she sees John Palmer walking toward the station.

"Hello Georgie."

"What do you want?"

John sighs at her usual brusqueness toward him. "I'm here to report a theft."

"I'm on a break, Avery will help you," she turns away from him only to find herself face to face with Angelo who was wearing a smug expression.

"Const Watson," he says in a loud, authoritative voice. "While you are in that uniform, you represent the Police Force and you are required to act professionally at all times."

"Yes sir," she says through clenched teeth.

Angelo turns his attention to John. "I am so sorry for the Constable's rudeness," Angelo says, extending his hand. "I'm Sgt Rosetta and if you'd like to make a complaint about her behaviour."

"That won't be necessary," John interrupts, shaking Angelo's hand. "Georgie and I go way back."

"That may be so, but you came here to report a crime and my officer was unhelpful and rude to you."

John spares a glance at Georgie who was looking back at him with undisguised hatred. "Really Sergeant, I don't want any trouble, I just want to report a crime."

Disappointed, Angelo nods. "If you'll come inside, I'll assist you myself."

"I'll assist you myself," Georgie mimics softly to their retreating backs. She tosses her empty coffee cup into the bin, sighing heavily. "Well this day has just gone to shit," she mutters, heading back inside to find the other officers avoiding her gaze.

Having taken the call about the theft from Angelo, Charlie and Hogan walk toward the Surf Club.

"Isn't that the boss' wife?" Hogan nods toward the lone figure sitting on the fence, staring out toward the water.

"Looks like her," she mumbles, her eyes already drawn to Joey.

Sensing eyes on her back, Joey turns, a smile lighting her face the moment her eyes meet Charlie's blue ones. Her smile falters when Charlie merely tilts her head slightly and keeps walking.

"Rosetta's a lucky bastard having a babe like that to go home to."

"Yeah, he is," Charlie agrees, risking a glance over her shoulder, her heart catching at the lonely figure Joey made.

Joey watches Charlie walk away, finding the situation with her even harder to deal with than she ever expected.

"Shit!"

Joey turns at the voice, seeing a dark-haired woman struggling with a few too many bags.

"Here, let me help you," she offers.

"Oh thank you," Leah says with relief as Joey takes a couple of bags from her. "I have to get these supplies to the diner before the after school rush." She glances at the woman who was helping her as they walk toward the diner. "You're the new Sergeant's wife, aren't you?"

Joey grins wryly, "I guess I have to get used to being referred to like that."

Chuckling, Leah warns her she was probably right. "I've seen you in the diner the last couple of days, but never got a chance to introduce myself, I'm Leah Braxton."

"Joey Rosetta."

"It sounds better than Sgt's wife."

"May be I should get a job and then Angelo could be known as the new whatever's husband."

"There's a job going down at the bait shop," she says.

"I might have to look into that."

Walking into the diner kitchen, Leah drops the bags onto the counter and turns to Joey. "Are you serious about a job?"

Joey nods. "I hate doing nothing."

"Well I was joking about the bait shop and I don't have anything going here, but I think Martha Holden is looking for someone if you know anything about bar work."

"I may look into that," Joey says noncommittally, unsure of her chances of working for Martha if her girlfriend had told her about her and Charlie.

"Look, if you're not doing anything tonight, a few of us are getting together for a girls night, you're welcome to join us and it'd give you a chance to get to know the others."

"I'd like that."

"It's at the club at around 8."

"I'll see you then."

Leah frowns after Joey had left, suddenly wondering if it was such a good idea to invite the wife of Charlie and Georgie's boss without checking with them first. "Oh well, it's too late now."