James woke with a start, he had slept too long, four hours was all he allowed himself when he was hiding from Coltrane's men, the sun was well risen he had slept more than the allotted time. As he sat up other memories started to dance through his mind, and he took in the surroundings of Harry's bedroom, then his state of half dress. He brushed his hand through his hair and looked to his right. Harry was sleeping soundly. He beamed and leant over to smell her. As he did so he saw her alarm clock, the time showed 8.15. He carefully climbed off the bed and moved around the frame. He picked up the clock and checked the alarm was off and moved the clock onto the floor out of sight; he then went to take the phone off the hook but remembering it would make a buzzing noise he went downstairs and lifted the receiver there. He carried his bag up to her room. He threw his shirt and his socks on the floor and climbed back into bed, curling his body around Harry's shape he soon dozed back off.

"Still no word from Harry Sir" Chas put his head around Spikings door, "And the phone seems to be either not working or disconnected"

"There was no trouble reported last night by the surveillance boys?" Spikings confirmed more than questioned.

"Uh no Sir, I can get hold of London South division and double check, shall we send someone round there?"

"See if you can get hold of the men on last night Chas"

"Now that Coltrane's dead…" Chas wasn't sure of all the implications

"I'm not sure either Chas, I think it makes good news for Dempsey but only he knows how the hood works out there"

Chas closed the door as he went back into the main office; Spikings rose and followed him out "Err… Chas when you get hold of plod and plod better let me speak to them" he smiled as an idea had just flashed across his mind.

Dempsey only slept lightly, his body clock still in New York and an hour or so later he showered, wrapped a towel round his waist and started to sing; took down the cold tea and toast, brought up fresh coffee. He sat by her sleeping body on the bed and stroked her hair, then ran his finger along the contour of her face; she stirred and was smiling before her eyes opened. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"You're here" she murmured

"With you" he whispered

"I was so frightened"

"Spikings was protecting you"

"No not frightened of Coltrane petrified you wouldn't come back"

"Always, only ever for you, for us" he took her hands in his and held them tight. It was like completing an electric circuit, the power raced through both of them in circles. He spoke again "I dreamt about you when I slept and I thought about you when I was awake and now, finally, I'm here with you again" his thumbs gently brushed her knuckles "I thought those few days in New York may have been an illusion, fortunately Simone would reassure they were real, talking to her kept me sane, because she knew you and she knew us." He released her hands so he could touch her face and hair, her neck and down over the thin straps of her silk night gown towards her breasts.

His face came in close again and as his eyes passed hers he sighed "Harriet Makepeace I'm crazy for you" He quoted that song he had played over and over again driving everyone of his friends, even Simone, mad

She knelt up on the bed and cupped his face but kept back just enough

"Touch me once and you'll know its true
I never wanted anyone like this
Its all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you," and she kissed him hard and long. His response was equal. She helped him as he raised her nightdress off over her head and she tugged at the towel wrapped around his waist and threw it on the floor.

Chas reappeared in Spikings' office "PC Green and Jones are still at London South Nick Sir; fortunately they had gone for breakfast after writing up their report. Do you want to speak to them?"

"Ask them to come in here on their way home. Um… tell them they have half an hour max"

"The coffee's cold" she grinned

"We'll I'm warm" Dempsey sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard and Harry moved to her new favourite position, sitting in-between James' legs, leaning back into him and feeling his face nuzzle her neck.

Two nervous looking policemen were shown into Spikings' office, they had anticipated the SI10 department but to their disappointment they had just passed through some very ordinary police type office. The officers stood in front of Spikings who had unnerved them by looking them up and down. "I want a full report from last night"

PC Green handed over the typewritten sheets, Spikings took them and glanced down, scanning the print quickly until he came to the phrase intruder.

"Tell me about the intruder"

"As it turned out to be Lieutenant…" (they pronounced it the English way and Spikings found himself smiling hearing Dempsey's voice in his own head giving the American pronunciation) "…Dempsey who works for SI10 we merely noted it down and watched for any other activity"

Spikings grinned, he had a fair picture in his mind of any other activity. "Tell me how you verified the Lieutenants identity"

"His SI10 warrant"

"Could have been stolen"

"He had an American accent" PC Jones added 'and the fiery anger that goes with his reputation' he thought.

"I need the full details" Spikings demanded and kept a straight face with increasing difficulty as the story unfolded.

At the end he confirmed the salient details "So you saw suspicious activity which resulted in you flooring and cuffing Lieutenant Dempsey, but you released him once you discovered his identity"

"Yes Sir"

"Can we go now? We assume Sergeant Makepeace is still safe"

"You can go" he paused "I would keep very clear of SI10 and Lieutenant Dempsey if you want to live, he has a reputation with his gun" Spikings winked. Green grabbed Jones who seemed stuck to the office floor and pulled him with him out through the door and darting their eyes quickly around the office in case the yank was around somewhere almost ran out of the building.

Spikings laughed out loud and Chas looked up "Harry ok then boss?" he confirmed

"She'll be in contact later" Spikings shut his door and returned to his seat.

His team was back in the UK, fully operational. He contemplated the complaints rising again, but so would the success rate and he had come to appreciate you can't have one without the other.