The red haired woman smiled at finding the two Detectives on her doorstep. "To what do I owe the pleasure of such lovely company on this beautiful morning?" she said.

Oh great, thought Graves. This was definitely the woman in the video with Angelo, but going by her cheerful greeting, she was apparently unaware of his untimely demise. Which meant it was up to them to break the news.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself. She really hated this part of the job and it wasn't something she had much experience of, since it was usually the job of the uniforms to do the death knocks and she'd barely spent any time in uniform before becoming a Detective. She was also annoyed at herself for not being prepared, especially since it should have been obvious the woman wouldn't know unless she'd heard it on the TV or radio, because they'd only just identified her.

Robertson seemed to realise at the same time and he gave her a pointed stare. Wonderful, he was leaving it up to her. "Please don't have her turn on the water works," she said to herself as she prepared to break the news.

"It's Miss Nash, isn't it?" Graves said.

"That's right," Gypsy replied. "We never did get a chance to exchange names the other day, did we?"

"I'm Det. Graves and this is Det. Robertson."

"How can I help you?"

"Have you heard the news this morning?"

"Nope," she said with a shake of the head. "I like to start my day on a positive note, so I always avoid the news and all it's depressing stories until later in the day."

"Then you're unaware of what happened last night?"

"Perhaps you could just tell me instead of beating around the bush."

"Angelo Rosetta was murdered last night." Both Graves and Robertson watched the woman carefully for her reaction. At first, it looked as if she hadn't heard them, but Graves saw the moment it registered. Gypsy's face fell and her hand flew to her mouth.

"Uh oh, here come the water works," Graves murmured softly.

"Sorry, it took a bit longer than expected, so I dropped Ruby off at school on the way back," Joey called out as she returned to the house.

"Geez, did you buy the whole store?" Charlie joked as she rushed over to help Joey with the grocery bags.

"Figured I'd stock up in one go," Joey said. "There's more in the car."

"We could bunker down in here for weeks with this lot," Charlie commented. "Or was that the plan."

Joey grinned. "Call it forward planning in case we come under siege," she replied.

"That better not happen," said Charlie. "I'm prepared to put up with only so much of their behaviour, but if the media think they can harass us in our own home to the point where we can't even leave, then I'll run them all in."

"Charlie, we both know that as long as they stay off our property, then they can pretty much take up residence on the other side of the gate and get us going in and out."

"There must be a certain kind of person who lives their life scavenging off the misfortune of others."

"I'll be sure to tell Belle you said that about her career choice."

"Belle's alright," Charlie said. "And at least she's early enough in her career to still understand that there should be ethics and compassion in the job."

Joey paused what she was doing and looked at Charlie. "Are you ok Charlie?" she asked. "You just seem a bit touchy right now."

"It was just the talk with Georgie," Charlie said. "It got pretty full on."

"Is Georgie still here?"
Charlie shook her head. "She wanted to spend some time with Martha before she went to work, so she headed over to the hospital."

"She's on the same shift with you today, isn't she?"

"Yeah. It was meant to be Angelo's day off today, so Georgie was going to be on an earlier shift than she had been on lately," Charlie said. "As it's turned out, it's probably a good thing that we're going to be starting at around the same time today. The media always likes to flock to the Station whenever there is a big case going on and with one dead cop and two likely cop suspects, then that is going to be a massive turn on for them and they'll be nesting there, just like at our homes, all in the hope of catching something juicy," she explained. "And no doubt Robertson will want to formally interview the both of us at some stage today as well, so at least Georgie and I can support each other while we're there together."

"Guess I should expect a visit from him too."

"You could always come to the Station to talk to him," Charlie said. "I know it isn't the most welcoming of places and will be surrounded by vultures, but at least I'd be nearby for support."

Joey nodded and said she'd consider it.

"Oh and another thing. Georgie is going to contact Morag," Charlie informed her. "We just need to play this thing smart and make sure none of us speak to Robertson without someone else being present."

"Really sounds like there are going to be some fun times ahead for all of us," Joey sarcastically replied.

Charlie went over to her and circled her arms around her waist. "Hey, together we can get through this."

"I know that, it's just that since we got together, there always seems to be something in the way and I just wish we could finally be together without having to look over our shoulders," she said. "First it was Angelo causing us trouble, now it's Angelo's death causing us trouble."

Charlie smiled at her. "Joey, I promise, that when this is all over, we'll go away for a holiday, just the two of us."

"I like that promise," Joey murmured and she pressed her lips briefly to Charlie's. "I'm picturing somewhere nice and quiet that has great room service, so we can just lounge around in bed all day."

"Well, that counts out going anywhere with amazing, not to be missed scenery," quipped Charlie.

"The only scenery I'm interested in seeing," Joey huskily said. "Is that of a hot naked woman in my bed."

"And where will I be when this hot naked woman is in your bed?"

Joey grinned. "You can watch."

"Gee, thanks," drawled Charlie.

"Oh come now Charlie," Joey said. "You know there is only one hot naked woman I want in my bed and she's in my arms right now."

"Good to hear." Their lips met once more. "Wish we could just kiss it all away," she murmured against Joey's lips.

"Kissing is good."

"Too bad I have to leave for work soon though."

"Same here," Joey said and her arms went around Charlie's neck, pulling her in for a long, deep, sensual kiss that left them both breathless when they finally came up for air.

"Wow," breathed Charlie. "I feel better already."

"As much as I'd like to keep it up, we really should get the shopping put away before we have to leave."

"Damn, I was hoping you'd say we need to go to the bedroom for a Charlie special."

"A what?" asked Joey.

"A Charlie special," she said with a big grin. "It's where I make mad passionate love to you and have you crying out my name over and over for an hour or so, then I let you catch your breath, before starting all over again and on it goes until you're incapable of speech or movement or even breathing."

Joey stared at her for a moment, then smirked. "Well, we certainly wouldn't have time for that this morning," she said. "But suddenly, that promise of a holiday becomes even more enticing if it includes the Charlie special."

"One holiday with a Charlie special, coming up," Charlie promised her.

"How about two Charlie specials?"

"No need for two, my dear," she confidently stated to her. "Because I promise you, that you won't be able to walk for a week after just one of my specials."

To Graves' intense relief, the water works didn't eventuate and once the woman had gotten over her shock, she'd invited them in.

"Honestly, I'm still a little stunned by this," Gypsy said as she set the freshly made coffee in front of them.

"How long had you known Angelo?" Graves asked her.

"Not long at all."

"You were lovers though, weren't you?"

"Yeah," she replied without hesitation. "How did you know that?"

"You were seen acting like a couple at the club last night," Graves said.

"And we also have a couple of videos," added Robertson.

"Oh god," muttered Gypsy, blushing slightly. "I knew those videos were probably a bad idea."

"You knew about them then?" Graves asked.

"Of course," she said. "I admit, I was a little unsure when Angelo first suggested we make a sex tape, but then I kind of got turned on by the idea and if you've seen them, then you know we went all out for them, which was a pretty amazing feeling." Her features took on a brief, wistful look. "I'm going to miss him."

"Why did Angelo suggest that you make a sex tape?"

"Not really sure," she murmured. "It was just a bit of fun."

"You don't think he was going to use them against you?"

She laughed at the mere suggestion of it. "Why would Angelo use them against me?"

"Because you're a married woman, Mrs Smith and sex tapes make great blackmail material," Graves pointed out. A quick background check had turned up that tasty morsel of information and she was curious to see how this woman replied.

"I don't know what Angelo would have to gain by blackmailing me," she easily responded to Graves. "Since Will and I are separated and I know for a fact that Will has been banging his way through any eligible lady in his path," she said. "It's why I'm using my maiden name, Nash and part of the reason for me being here in the Bay. I needed to get away from him."

"We were curious as to that," Robertson said. "Why Summer Bay though?"

"I was conceived here, though I'd never been here before, but with my marriage falling apart, I was beginning to question a lot of things about myself and so decided to take a journey of self discovery, starting from where it all began."

"Do you intend to stay long?"

"Honestly, I don't know," she said. "I'd been thinking of moving on earlier, but then I hooked up with Angelo and I was having too much fun to leave," explained Gypsy. "Yet now that he's gone, I'm not sure if I'll stick around." She shrugged. "Really, I'm just playing this journey by ear and haven't set any timeframes or anything like that."

"Any reason why you recently requested a room change?" Graves asked next.

"A bit of pettiness on my part," said Gypsy. "Will kept warning me not to spend too much money, so after another argument over the phone, I decided to upgrade my room."

A plausible explanation, thought Graves, yet she was far from convinced by this woman's words. "You must miss your daughter a lot."

"I miss her dreadfully of course, but this is something I needed to do," she said. "I speak to her every night though, but she's at that age where she's more interested in her friends, than having her parents cramp her style." Gypsy glanced at her watch. "Are we nearly done here, because I have an appointment to keep."

"There are a few more questions we'd like to ask," Graves said. "Like why Angelo was calling you Shannon, yet your name is Gypsy Nash?"

"Well, you see, when we first met, he mistook me for this Shannon woman and I kind of played along in case I wanted to brush him off later on, but then we really clicked together and so I eventually told him my real name. He was pissed at first, but then he had a bit of a laugh at it."

"Was that before or after the sex tapes that you told him the truth?"

"Before."

"Then why was he still calling you Shannon in the videos?"

"He told me who this Shannon was and that she was dating a female copper and I think he got off on the idea of imagining he was banging a fellow copper's girlfriend or something when he was with me." She stared at Graves then and a look of realisation crossed her features. "Oh, of course, you're the fellow copper he was talking about, aren't you."

"Apparently so," muttered Graves. The idea of Angelo thinking he was with her Shannon made her skin crawl.

Gypsy glanced at her watch again. "Look, I really have to go."

"We're still have more questions," Graves said.

"Could we do it later?"

"Of course," Robertson said, much to Graves' surprise. "We can arrange a time for this afternoon."

"Why did you go all nice with her?" Graves said the moment they had put some distance between them and the room. "That woman is clearly up to something."

"Yes she is, which is why I want to keep her relaxed," he replied. "And rather than firing off more questions that are likely to get her guard up, I'd rather take a more cautious approach and gather a little more information to take in with us when we next speak to her."

"I don't like or trust that woman," she muttered, more to herself than to him.

"Did you deliberately set out to steal Angelo Rosetta's wife and job because you were jealous of him?"

"Do you feel any guilt for stealing a man's wife?"

"Was the victim in your way and that's why you killed him?"

"Did your cousin kill him?"

Charlie deliberately ignored the questions that were being fired at her from all directions as she tried to make her way through the throng of people gathered out the front of the Station. She'd fully expected a media presence, still it was a bit of a shock the way they were coming at her en masse. Or maybe it was just because this time, the questions were about her, instead of a suspect she was investigating.

"Are you protecting your lover?"

She rolled her eyes, put her elbows out and tried to crash her way through.

"I see you finally made it," Watson drawled when Charlie struggled her way into the Station.

"My god, it's like running a gauntlet out there," huffed Charlie. "I thought for a minute I wasn't even going to get through," she said. "How long have those vultures been circling?"

Watson shrugged as she followed Charlie into her office. "They were there when I got in, but I've been keeping an eye on them from inside and they seem to have been steadily multiplying in the last twenty minutes or so."

"How did you get past them?"

"I came in the back way."

"Fuck, I didn't even think of that," muttered Charlie and her cousin laughed at her.

"No doubt they'll have that entrance sussed out soon enough," said Watson.

"I knew we were going to have to deal with this, but Jesus, it's going to grow very tiring very quickly if that is anything to go by," she said.

"With any luck, Robertson will live up to his reputation and catch the killer in no time," Watson said. "Provided it's not wrapped up with us on the chopping block."

"We're innocent Georgie and Robertson will prove that."

"Come on Charlie, we're coppers and we both know miscarriages of justice do happen and more frequently than anyone would like to admit," she said. "Especially when the pressure is on for results and this is one case where a quick resolution will be the order of the day."

"Georgie, do you see Robertson as someone who would be pushed into railroading an innocent person?"

"Not really, but I'm just putting the worse case scenarios out there."

"Well, I'm going to make damn sure any worse case scenarios don't eventuate for us," Charlie said.

"That's pretty much what Martha said," Watson murmured with a wry smile. "Along with the promise of a few other choice words to anyone who dares says something bad about me."

Charlie had a soft chuckle at that. Martha was so level headed and friendly, that it was easy to forget how much she could fire up under certain provocations. She really was very protective of those she loved, especially the partner she adored so much. "How is Martha today?"

"Physically, she's doing much better, but with all the shit going on, she wants out of there more than ever," said Watson. "I kind of feel sorry for Sid and the nurses, because she's giving them hell at the moment."

"Gee, that sounds like someone else I know," Charlie said good-naturedly and her cousin grinned.

"Martha also wanted me to thank you for inviting Jay and me to move in. Says it eases her worry a little that someone is keeping an eye on us."

"I'm just glad you agreed to move in," Charlie said. "Did you talk to Martha about Morag?"

Watson nodded. "Martha called her as soon as she heard about Angelo and figured I'd be a suspect because of our history," she said. "So Morag is already in the car and on her way to the Bay."

"Good." Charlie glanced out the door of her office. "What's the mood been like around here?"

"Supportive," Watson replied. "Angelo didn't exactly ingratiate himself with the guys here, so I don't think there is anyone here who is going to miss him and so far, I haven't heard anything to suggest that they think either of us is behind this." She shrugged her shoulders at Charlie. "Of course that might change once the media start putting their spin on things."

"There's not much we can do about what the media says," Charlie said. "We just need to watch our own words around them."

"I take it then, that telling them to get fucked would be counterproductive?"

Charlie snorted in amusement. "Just a bit."

"Ok, I'd best keep my mouth closed altogether then."

"It's not going to be easy, I know, because they're likely to be at us nonstop."

"Not sure I have the right temperament for this kind of thing," she muttered.

"We'll get through this Georgie, then you and Martha can concentrate on her full recovery and Joey and I can take that holiday we both need."

"Holiday, huh," smirked Watson. "Is that going to be the indoor variety?"

"Get fucked," Charlie fired back with a grin.

"See, it is an effective response to annoying questions."

"Excuse me ladies," Robertson said from the doorway. "I'd like to have a word with you and Watson about last night, starting with you Watson."

"Not until my lawyer gets here."

"Do you think you need a lawyer present?"

"With my big smart arse mouth," Watson said. "Damn right I'd rather wait until my lawyer is here."

"Charlie?"

"I think that under the circumstances, waiting for our lawyer before speaking to you, is the smart thing to do."

He smiled in reply. He didn't say it aloud, but he was pleased they'd taken this route. Everyone needed to tread carefully and as annoying as the presence of legal representation could be, it ensured that the proper steps were taken and the right people were protected.

"I'll be in my office," he said. "Please let me know when your lawyer arrives."

"We'll be sure to rush right in and tell you," Watson said somewhat sarcastically.

"When you're ready will be fine," he assured them and then walked away.

"That seemed a little too easy," Watson said. "Is he trying to con us into relaxing or something?"

"Possibly," agreed Charlie. "I guess we'll have to wait until we're in there to see what his tactics will be."