The moment Charlie saw Joey, she pulled away from Martha and the others who had accompanied them to the hospital, and raced down the corridor to her girlfriend.

"Oh my god, I have never been so scared," Charlie said as she hugged Joey close to her, afraid to let her go in case this was all a dream.

"I'm ok Charlie."

"I just need to hold you for a little longer," she whispered.

"Can I at least breathe a little?"

"Sorry," she murmured, holding her a little less tightly. Charlie jumped slightly when Martha's crutches hit the floor behind her. Without even looking, she knew Martha was now holding her fiancé in much the same way she was holding onto Joey.

"I felt like I was reliving that night all over again," Martha cried against Watson.

"I'm ok," Watson told her. "Barely even a scratch." She winced when Martha gently touched her cheek.

"Barely even a scratch?" said Martha pointedly.

"It's just a bruise."

"Just a bruise?" she said. "My god Georgie, half your face is the size of a football."

Charlie finally let go of Joey from her hug, but keeping her arm around her waist, she spun them around to take a look at her cousin's face. "Martha's right Georgie, that's more than a scratch."

"Doc says nothing is fractured, so it's not that bad."

"Are you saying that just to try to make me feel less anxious for you?" said Martha.

"Is it working?"

Her expression was one of such sincerity that all Martha could do was hug her again. "I could hit Hugo for what he did," she said. Martha shook her head sadly as the gravity of it all hit her. She and everyone else had been in total shock when the news had come through to them. "I never thought learning the truth of that night would hurt so much," she murmured. "I can't believe it was Hugo. Not just that he killed Jack, but that he took you, Joey and John." She sighed heavily. "He came by to see his mum earlier and acted so surprised when she told him you three were missing."

"That bastard," Watson swore to herself. That must have been after he'd left them locked below and disappeared for a while.

"I still can't believe he killed his own cousin."

"Neither could I," said Watson. "But he basically confessed to killing both Jack and Angelo and whilst this might not help you, I honestly don't think Hugo set out to deliberately kill Jack."

"Maybe not deliberately, but Jack is still dead by his hand."

"And he'll pay for it."

"Will he?" she said. "I mean, will his confession stand up in court?"

"I'm not sure," Watson admitted. "He's already facing some serious kidnapping and firearms charges, so he might not wish to add the murder of two cops to his list of crimes and so I wouldn't be surprised if he denied the confession or at least claimed he'd lied just to scare us, in which case, it would then become our word against his and I'm not the best of witnesses given our history," she said. "I'm thinking the D's will be needing to find some corroborating evidence to back our statements if Hugo backtracks on what he's said."

"Will they find that evidence?"

"Now that they have a credible suspect for both murders, they're going to have a much better idea of where to look now," she said.

"Georgie's right," said Charlie. "Now that they know Hugo is involved, it should be easier to find the connections and they can also work on Gypsy Nash and her false confession."

"Poor Gina though," Joey said. "Finding out her son has done all these terrible things has got to come as a shock."

"Where is Gina?" asked Watson. "I thought she'd be here to see John?"

"She's gone to the Station to see Hugo," Shandi said as she stepped forward to give her sister a hug. "I thought I'd lost you," she said to her, then stepped back to continue. "John spoke to her over the phone and after reassuring her that he was fine, he told her to go to her son."

"I really wouldn't want to be her right now," said Joey.

"I'd rather not be Hugo right now," Charlie said. "Finally having to face up to the consequences of what he's done is going to be a lot easier than facing up to his mum."

"That's his problem," said Watson as she moved over to Irene and reached out for her son.

"The poor little tyke can barely keep his eyes open, but he absolutely refused to go to sleep until he was sure you were ok," Irene told her. "He can be very stubborn when he wants to be."

"Gee, wonder where he gets that from," Charlie jokingly said.

"Martha, Georgie," Watson and Martha said together.

Jay smiled the moment he was in Watson's arms and promptly closed his eyes. "Hey little man, sorry for scaring you," Watson whispered to him. She kissed the top of his head while he dozed against her.

"So what happened?" Charlie asked them. "We've only heard some of the details so far, but how did you get away from Hugo?"

"He seemed to forget that I was there and so while Georgie kept him distracted, I started to sneak up on him."

"You did what?" said Charlie.

"I didn't have a choice Charlie," she said. "Anyway, the moment he realised I was getting closer, he started to point the gun at me and that's when Georgie pounced on him."

"You attacked a man with a gun?" Martha said.

"I didn't have a choice Martha," replied Watson.

"There seems to be a lot of that going around," she muttered.

"Honestly, if we had had any other choice, neither Joey nor I would have placed ourselves in the firing line like that."

"But we really didn't have any other options," said Joey. "Hugo would have killed us unless we acted against him."

"Ok, so Georgie pounced and I'm assuming came out on top," said Charlie.

"Yeah and in the tussle, Hugo had dropped the gun, which I picked up," Joey told her. "That wasn't the end though," she said. "After I gave the gun to Georgie, Hugo started to goad her, like he was trying to get her to shoot him or something."

"Hugo tried to take the old suicide by cop route," said Watson. "He even charged right at the gun in my hands."

"It was great Charlie," Joey said. "He went right at her and Georgie just slapped him off his feet like she was swatting a fly," she told them. "Then while he was out of it, she and John sat on him to keep him down while I used his phone to call for help."

"Why would Hugo want to die?" Charlie said.

"I get the feeling he was afraid of jail or of something else," replied Watson. "He was even willing to put Brax in the shit by telling me he was my shooter, just to hurt and provoke me. Thing is, I really did want to shoot Hugo," she admitted.

"If it was me there, I would have felt the same," said Martha. "I am so proud of you."

"For what?"

"For not becoming like Hugo."

"He thought I was a coward for not killing Angelo for you."

"Hugo never did understand me," she said. "You do."

"Did Hugo say any more about Brax's involvement?" Charlie asked her cousin.

Watson shook her head. "Only that he was the man who shot me, but I get the distinct impression they were involved in something together and not of the legal variety," she said. "Why else would they have been skulking around in the dark that night and armed. Hugo had also made sure to keep the gun Brax used so he had a hold over him."

"If that is true, then I wonder how long Brax and Hugo were in league together for," Charlie murmured.

"What are you thinking?" Joey asked her.

"I could be completely off base here, but I'm starting to see a pattern," Charlie said. "It might seem a bit flimsy, but it goes like this. Gypsy Nash pleaded guilty to a crime we now know Hugo committed," she said. "Hugo shares a connection with Brax, who also pleaded guilty to all the charges he was facing, just to avoid talking any further about whomever else was involved with him at CBJ Industries. Despite Brax's claims that he was the sole boss responsible for that company, we know that isn't true. Aden's friend is still chasing all the false leads and trying to piece it all together, but we do know for a fact, that there was someone above Brax in the hierarchy."

"Are you suggesting that Hugo is also a part of this company?" said Martha.

"If the past few hours have proven anything, it's that there's a lot we don't know about Hugo, so I don't think we can discount anything just yet where he's concerned," Charlie replied. "I'm not saying he was Brax's boss or anything, just that it wouldn't surprise me if it turned out he was involved with CBJ Industries in some way."

"I guess anything is possible," said Watson. "That company owned most of Harvey's boats, so we should see who owned the boat we were held on. If it's the same company, then that links Hugo to it," she suggested.

"I just want the truth so we can put this all behind us and move on with our lives," said Martha.

"We all want that," Charlie said. "And I feel like we're finally getting closer to that truth."

"I still can't believe all of this though," Shandi said. "Hugo could be a real dick at times, but I never suspected he was capable of murder and kidnapping," she said. "And to hold the secret of Jack's death for so long, it's just hard to fathom right now."

"Yeah, it's a shock, that's for sure," Watson murmured. "Same with Brax. I've always known Hugo hated me, but Brax, I grew up with him and his brothers and while we weren't exactly close, I never expected this, for him to nearly murder me in cold blood."

"Well lucky for him that bastard is locked up and out of arms reach of me," Martha said. "Same with Hugo." She looked at her fiancé and their son in her arms. "When I think what those men have taken from me and nearly took from me, I don't think I can ever forgive them."

"How about we at least forget about them for the rest of the night," Watson suggested.

Martha nodded. "Let's go home."

"I want to wait to see John first," she said, to the surprise of everyone there. "He did save my life, so checking in on him is the least I can do."

"What exactly did he do?" asked Shandi. "He never really explained much over the phone."

"He stood in front of me when Hugo fired."

"Oh my god," gasped Shandi. That meant the blood at the scene was her father's.

"He was lucky, the bullet just hit his arm," Watson told her. "Barely even slowed him down."

"The use of barely to describe an injury seems to be a familiar trait," muttered Martha.

"He saved my life."

"And for that, I will forever be grateful."

Joey yawned and Charlie glanced at her. "You ready to go home?"

"I want to check on John as well," she replied. "And we still have to go to the Station and give our statements," Joey said.

"That can wait," Charlie said. "I'll call Robertson and let him know that you won't be in till morning," she told her. "Besides, he and Graves are going to be busy with Hugo for a good many hours yet."

Joey nodded. "Ok, once we've seen John, you can take me home and make me forget about this for the rest of the night."

"My pleasure."

"I'm hoping it will be my pleasure," she whispered back and Charlie flushed.

Rachel chose that moment to walk up to them. "You can see John now."

"He's ok then?" asked Shandi.

She nodded. "We've removed the bullet and there doesn't appear to be any internal or nerve damage to his arm," Rachel replied. "He'll be able to go home tomorrow."

"Thank you Rachel."

"Thank you for saving our Georgie," Martha said as she carefully hugged John.

"And I add my thanks for saving my cousin's butt," said Charlie.

"I'm just glad I was there."

Shandi was next to give her father a hug, then she stood back and glared at him. "Bloody hell dad, you sure know how to scare the shit out of people."

Charlie stifled a chuckle. Jay's head had snapped up at the sound of his Aunty DiDi's voice or more, to what she'd said. Charlie could just about hear the little cogs grinding in his head as he started to put two and two together. Given her cousin's penchant for avoiding being anywhere near John, then it wasn't a surprise Jay didn't know the relationship between John and Shandi. Until now. His mama seemed to realise it too and helped him along.

"That's right Jay," Watson said to him. "John is Shandi's father," she said, then softly added. "And mine."

"Granddad," Jay said, his arms immediately reaching out toward John and after a moment of hesitation, Watson set him on the bed next to him. John put his good arm about him and he was literally beaming with joy as he held his grandson for the first time.

"Careful Jay, he's hurt," Watson said, but Jay was too busy filling his new granddad in on his life. Any hint of his earlier tiredness was gone as he talked at a great rate of knots.

"Looks like we might be here for awhile," Martha whispered to her fiancé.

"Do you mind?"

Martha looked at how happy both her son and his newly discovered grandfather were. "Not at all," she replied.

"It's so cute," Joey said to Charlie.

"Yeah it is," murmured Charlie. "You ready to go home now?"

Joey nodded.

Joey tugged off her top the moment she was in the front door of their home and tossed it aside. "That and the rest of these smelly clothes need to be burnt," she muttered.

"Yeah, I didn't want to mention that in the car."

"How could you have hugged me when I smelt like rotting fish?"

"I was just so relieved to see you, I didn't take much notice of the smell," Charlie said.

"And now?"

"Now, I've kind of gone off the idea of eating fish anytime soon."

"Me too," she said. "Being stuck on that stinking fishing boat was bad enough, but walking around smelling like one is worse." She caught another whiff of her clothes. "Ewww," she muttered.

"Why don't you go shower and I'll make you a nice cuppa."

"Thanks Charlie." Joey removed the rest of her clothes and held them out to Charlie. "Could you please get rid of these?"

"Ok," she said, gingerly taking them in her fingertips. Funny how she really hadn't noticed just how ripe they were until now. Those hospital smells really must have masked the worst of it earlier.

"Joey, you ready for your cuppa now?" Charlie called out as she peered into their bedroom. She smiled when she found Joey curled up and sound asleep. She hadn't even managed to get dressed into the clothes she'd lain out for her while she was in the shower. "Guess making you forget will just have to wait," she murmured. Charlie walked over and gently pulled the sheet over her nakedness. She just stood and watched her sleeping form for a few minutes. "I am so glad you were unharmed," she whispered. "I couldn't have coped if I'd lost you." She leant over and pressed her lips to Joey's cheek. "Sleep well my love."