Mark was lounging on a swinging chair on his front porch, wearing a light pair of blue jeans and tight white muscle shirt when Lisa arrived. He had a glass of iced-tea beading with condensation on a small rickety table beside the chair waiting for her arrival. He pointed to it as she climbed the small flight of stairs onto the patio.

"Sorry to have to bother you on your day off, Commander," she muttered softly as she leaned against the rust-red iron railing of the patio. "Nice place."

He sighed tiredly as he leaned his elbow on the armrest of his chair and let his ear settle into his hand. "It's no bother, Lisa. I'm always here if you guys need to talk, you know that."

She thrust her hands in her pocket and looked awkwardly around as she tried to find the easiest way of giving him the news. She stuttered and cleared her throat numerous times, but was unable to find her voice.

He watched her closely with his head still lazily in his hand as she struggled to speak. He knew without a doubt that whatever she had to tell him was tearing her apart. It was concerning, so he decided to prompt her with random topical questions to draw it from her. "Are you and Jason having problems?"

Her eyes widened and she coughed, "uh, no, Mark. Well, at least not right now. I can't say that after I've spoken to you there won't be a problem or two."

His eyes narrowed as he attempted to read her uneasiness, the source of which was completely absent from her expression. He found it was frustrating. "You know, Lisa. When I struggle to find the words I need to say, I stop looking."

She looked at him and tilted her head. "Excuse me?"

He sat up, crossed his legs and the knee and folded his arms as he leaned back in the chair. "Sometimes it's just better to spit it out exactly as it enters your mind. Disjointed or not, it gets the problem out, and ends up making much more sense than carefully chosen phrases."

She smiled with thinly closed lips. "But does it make the impact any less hurtful?"

The question immediately concerned him and his face fell into a frown in response. "Have I done anything to upset you?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Jason? Tiny? Keyop? The Chief?"

"No. No. No and no."

He sighed hard and leaned forward, pressing his forearms into one knee to try and appear more relaxed than he currently was. "What's on your mind, Lisa," he said softly, "and how can I help you feel less tense about it?"

She screwed up her face and scratched both hands heavily though her hair. "God, Mark. I just don't know how to tell you this."

"Are you pregnant?"

Her eyes flared in shock and she shook her head violently. "Oh, Hell no. No. No. No. Jase and I are far too careful to let anything like that happen."

"Then tell me, just open your mouth and spit it out."

One side of her face contorted as if trying to hide her from retribution as she tilted a shoulder to pull back farther from him. "I … Uh … I met Princess today."

His eyes shot open excitedly. "You saw her?" The look of excitement fell into a frown as he recalled the strange transmission he had eventually decided was only a static crossed-line. "That transmission, earlier today, that was her?"

Lisa dropped her head and nodded. "Yeah. She's scared. She's upset."

He was quick to leap out of his chair and pull a flight jacket off the table. "Take me to her."

She waved her hands to tell him to stop as he pulled the jacket on. "No, Mark. I can't. I don't know where she is right now."

He gasped. "You let her go?"

She shrugged. "Well she's not a prisoner, Mark. What was I supposed to do – Read her the G-Force Miranda rites and drag her to Centre Neptune?"

He slumped and gave her a desperate look. "You could have called me. If she's scared, I should be there protecting her."

Lisa shook her head. "It's not really that simple, Mark."

"Why not?"

She bit both of her lips closed and took a long breath. As she exhaled she answered in the most honest way she could. "I think it's you she's scared of…"

Mark's body seemed to freeze. His voice was no more of a confused whisper when he responded. "What?"

"There've been some changes with her and …"

"What do you mean she's scared of me?" he interrupted forcibly. "How in the Hell can you make a bullshit accusation like that?" His body shuddered as he spoke; and for the first time since she'd met him, Mark actually frightened her.

She backed up as much as she could and closed in on herself. "Mark, please …"

"I love her, damn it. I never hurt her. I never would."

"I didn't mean it in that way."

"I would kill any man who would even consider hurting her," he insisted as he stalked a couple of steps toward her. "Take me to her last known location."

Lisa cowered, actually half turning her body away from him as he approached. "Commander, please. You're scaring me."

Mark's eyes widened at her plea. He caught himself and immediately backed about three steps away from her. "Oh God, Lisa. I'm sorry, I didn't mean …"

She kept herself turned away from him. "This isn't a good idea, Mark. I shouldn't have come today."

He slumped where he stood and lowered his head in regret and disappointment in himself. "Lisa, I'm sorry. I'm just so." he raised his head to her to plead for her forgiveness. "I just miss her so much. We were together almost all our lives, and to have her vanish just like that." He sighed. " I can't bear it."

She let her eyes, but not her body, turn to him and immediately gasped to see the glare of tears damming in his eyes. "Oh, Mark." she quickly turned and pulled him to her. She held him to her, pulling his face down onto her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

His voice was muffled as his arms shifted around her shoulders to hang on to her tight. "I would give my soul just to hear her voice again."

Lisa tightened her hold on him and warred in her mind as the whether or not to follow through with her reason for coming to him in the first place. "Her name is Cassandra Anderson, Mark."

He pulled back from her and sniffed as he searched her face for whatever else she had to say. "Yes?"

Lisa didn't let him down. "She works for the 57th precinct in the Explosives Investigations Unit."

"The bomb squad?"

She nodded fighting tears herself. "She's been with the unit since." she stumbled. "Since …"

He inhaled shakily and nodded. "Since she left?"

"Since her child was born."

For the second time in less than ten minutes, the Eagle leader froze in shock. "She's a mother? She moved on?"

Lisa's eyes widened as she inhaled a long breath. "Since your child was born."

Mark's head twisted quickly to her. "My what?"

She nodded. "Mark, don't be mad at her. She's scared."

"I'm a father?"

"Yes, Commander."

He moaned and rolled his eyes, appearing for a moment he might collapse on the spot. "I have to sit down."

Lisa jerked to help him. "Are you okay?"

He looked up at her with a look that gave her the facetious answer she expected as he flopped heavily back on the swing seat. "A son or daughter?"

"A little girl."

He clutched at his stomach as his body contracted forward as if he were about to vomit. "No wonder she left."

"She was scared, Mark."

He shook his head and rocked himself. "It's bad enough I cheated on my girlfriend … But my pregnant girlfriend?"

"Don't."

"I am such a cad. What kind of hero am I?"

She crouched in front of him. "You can make this right, Commander. Just let her see you like this, half the man you used to be…"

"I'm not even that."

She touched her hand to his shoulder. "Yes you are, Mark. You're everything she needs right now. You just have to prove it to her."

"I don't even know if she still …"

She pressed her finger to his mouth to quiet him. "I heard her, Mark. I know how she feels. She loves you."

His eyes looked into hers pleadingly. "Take me to her, Lisa. Please."

She shook her head. "No, Mark. I promised I wouldn't. I broke orders to come to you with this as it is."

"Then how do I find her?"

Lisa stood slowly and ran her hand over his hair. "I'm expected at the precinct tomorrow morning. Perhaps my Commander should visit to check on my progress."

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For all his court dates, visits to the local police station, training, and coordination in the Federation labs, Mark would never have envisioned the main Criminalistics Laboratory to have been such a high energy and positive venue. He watched with a raised brow the joking and lively banter between each officer.

There were no actual suspects in this building, but in each separate room he passed on the way to the explosives department, was evidence and proof that humans were not playing nice with each other. It made the Eagle leader wonder exactly why he and his team continued to sacrifice themselves when obviously the rest of the world didn't care.

He ran his fingers through his tangled hair as he slowly made his way through the corridor. He wasn't in his birdstyle uniform today. With the PR department exposing them as they had for the past twelve months, he didn't require it anymore for people to know who he was. As he walked, people immediately stepped aside to let him pass. No questions, no comments.

It was kind of nice.

He headed toward the office that the receptionist had directed him to. He'd originally asked to see Lisa, hoping his Falcon could take him to Princess, and was thrilled when the receptionist told him to wait in Detective Anderson's office.

As he drew closer his pace slowed.

What was he going to say to her?

How would she react when she saw him … and he when he saw her for that matter? It had been a long and lonely eighteen months for a man who should be able to have a different woman every night. He'd tried. He'd randomly dated women here and there in an attempt to feel something – anything – close to what he had with Princess.

But none had come close.

As soon as he leaned forward to kiss his date goodnight, he always ended up just giving a friendly kiss on the cheek and told them it was "nice".

He wanted to be mad at her, and to blame her for his heartbreak. In a mild way it was her fault. But she'd only walked out on him after he'd committed the ultimate atrocity in a relationship. She had every right to leave him…

…But she had no right to take his child from him.

He searched himself for anger at her for hiding the fact he was a father, but couldn't find it. He couldn't understand why. Human nature demanded that he should be livid about not being there for the most important moments in his child's life. She'd made a decision for him that was his alone to make. She decided that he was not worthy to be a father.

Perhaps she was right … she usually was.

Right now the only emotion he felt was need. He needed to see her; to hold her; to ask her forgiveness.

His heart hammered as he stepped into the doorway of the office, lightly rapping his knuckles on the doorframe.

"Hello?"

He smirked at the meekness of his voice, especially when he heard the slide of wheels on linoleum flooring as one of the office's occupants pushed himself in his chair to see who the visitor was. The young man, not more than about 25 years old, geekish and wearing a labcoat over a baggy pair of grey jeans, pushed his glasses up his nose and looked at the Eagle Leader. He immediately jumped to his feet and wiped his hands on his thighs.

"Oh wow. Commander. I didn't expect you to come to the lab."

Mark gave a one-sided smirk and extended his hand in greeting. "Just a quick visit to see how Lisa's behaving herself here. And you are?"

The young man shook his hand eagerly. "Oh, I'm Eric. I'm Detective Knight and Anderson's assistant. I'm their eyes and ears when they're crawling through the gross stuff looking for the fun stuff."

Mark smiled. "So you keep them safe?"

"About as safe as one can when they're playing with explosives, and Damien can be a little TNT happy when he gets the right stuff."

Mark smirked, "I know someone like that."

"Would that be the Condor? I've heard some great stories about him from Lisa."

Mark's brows rose. "Lisa's been gossiping?" he joked. "Well, I might just have to talk to her about keeping G-Force secrets."

Eric shook his head and blushed. "Oh, nothing too secret, trust me. We've been trying to get the gossip on the Swan …" He stopped abruptly as Mark's expression immediately darkened. "Oh, sorry, man. I didn't mean to say that."

Mark cleared his throat and shook his head. "It's a sore topic."

"You loved her, eh?"

Mark huffed. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"Understandable. I'm sorry for bringing it up." Eric pointed at Princess' desk. "You can take a seat at Cassie's desk while you wait. She, Damien and Lisa are in the ballistics lab. Nightshift found another of those new mixes in a bus shelter. Cass wanted to make sure Lisa knew how dangerous it was so your head honchos know what to look for."

"What do you mean by new mix?"

Eric snorted. "I say that in Lay terms. If I broke it down by what the mass spec spat out at us … Hell I don't think even your Swan could have deciphered it."

"Alien?"

"Yeah. Probably Spectran." He thumbed at his nose and watched as Mark's eyes scanned every item on Princess' desk. "There are foreign elements in there that aren't in our databanks. Sarge says Neptune sent some cryptic little message about how we have to report every instance to your head of explosives." He grunted. "Like we don't already."

Mark's expression was neutral as he picked up a framed photograph of Princess and her daughter. "They're nothing if not anal-retentive, Eric." He tilted his head to analyze the smiling faces of Princess and the baby. "Wow," he whispered as he drew his finger along the image of Princess' face.

Eric looked over his shoulder. "She's stunning, isn't she?"

Mark nodded and let his eyes fall on the chubby faces of the infant. "Yes."

"Yeah, I've been trying to get her attention for three months, ever since I started in this department."

Mark ignored the comment as his eyes took in every feature on his daughter in the photograph.

There she was; proof that he had sired a beautiful girl. Proof that there was one little person in the world who didn't even know he existed. Proof that he had been denied the most important part of being a human being – fatherhood.

He couldn't quell the curl of his upper lip and the tic of his eye as his heart fluttered and flopped in his chest like a flailing fish out of water. He felt immediately hollow. There was a dizzying swirl of something in the very back of his head that caused him to raise his gaze to the virtual stranger sharing the office space with him.

Eric spoke first, not completely understanding the emotional shift between Mark: the man, and Mark: the Eagle.

"Isn't she an adorable little girl? Intelligent as Hell." He sat on the desk beside where Mark stood, not realizing he was within striking distance. "So cute. I had to babysit her once …"

Mark flicked his eyes jealously at him, immediately sizing him up like a competitor. He basically ignored whatever else Eric had to say. All he understood was that this man had spent time with; had been more privileged; and had Princess' trust enough to spend time with his child.

She trusted the welfare of his daughter with a complete stranger.

The picture frame cracked in his hold.

Eric gasped and quickly snatched the frame from Mark's hold. "Oh, shit. She's going to be pissed, this frame was from the kid's grandfather."

Mark's eyes flared angrily. Grandfather obviously indicated either Anderson or Cronus, and whichever of the two was responsible for hiding his baby from him was going to die.

He had to control his own voice as he asked, slowly, "and their father?"

He shrugged. "Cassie's pretty quiet on the topic of the Dad. Through her hardest moments as a mother, Damien tried to push her to contact him for help, but she'd just get all quiet and ask him not to pry. You ask me, she's still in love with the guy." He gingerly set the frame on the desk. "I think the guy's probably dangerous or somethin' cause she's either terrified of him personally, or something surrounding him."

"Meaning?"

He shrugged. "Damned if I know. Probably in a gang or something, although she doesn't exactly seem the type to fall in love with a goon."

Mark grunted and pushed a couple of files aside to reveal a sketch of him in birdstyle romantically embracing Princess from behind.

Eric smiled. "One of the facial reconstruction artists sketched that up as a joke when we were told someone from G-Force was coming in to play with us. We all know she thinks you are some kind of Roman God, so we thought it would be a good stir. She hasn't even seen it yet." He grabbed a pen from beside Mark. "Hey, autograph it for her, she'd probably get a kick out of it."

He silently stared at the image that could very well have been a photograph of them together at the base, and was hit with a pang of guilt and sympathy for what must have been running through Princess' mind through all this. He grabbed the pen and let it roll along his fingers for a moment before he finally let out an irritated and angry grunt and slammed both the picture and pen on the desk.

"Take me to her," Mark demanded in a low, ordering tone.

Eric smiled uncomfortably, but tried to keep his voice and demeanour light. "Oh yeah. Sure. She's going to flip out when she sees you, Man."

Mark's eyes narrowed. "Something tells me you're right about that."

There was a loud voice suddenly roaring through the corridor.

"Fire in the Hole! Fire in the Hole! Single blast!"

Then, an explosion. It was nothing too violent, but enough to immediately alarm Mark. He leapt to his feet and rushed to the door, surprised to hear cheers and laughter from the direction of the blast. He looked back at Eric, whose face was frozen in an awed "O" shape. "What was that?"

Eric smirked and flicked his hand for Mark to follow. "Cassandra just set of some of that new stuff. It's incredible how potent the mixture is."

Mark jogged behind Eric and gasped a laugh as he saw Lisa, wide-eyed with a charcoal-streaked face exit the room gingerly hanging on to the doorframe. "Oh, damn."

Damien exited next, laughing loud. He patted her on the shoulder. "Lisa, next time Cassie tells you to back off 'cause this shit goes boom, she's not kidding."

Lisa blew her hair from her eyes and groaned. "But it was only a teeny-tiny amount. Not even the size of a match head."

Princess emerged from the room next, her clothing perfectly clean and crisp – unlike her two lab partners. She was smiling as she popped a pen into a pocket on her open lab coat. Her eyes were downcast as she double-checked her information on her clipboard. "So you can only imagine what happened when Damien got hold of a cherry-sized piece, can't you?"

Damien quieted his voice to become uncharacteristically serious. "Or if the bad guys have a lot more."

Mark stood frozen at the sight of her. All of the planning in his mind tossed aside as his heart joined the battle of sanity against insanity over love and anger. A soft whisper of her name was all he could manage to get out. It was enough, though, and Princess raised her head.

Her expression as her eyes met Mark's was readable by only one man. Mark.

She wanted to run, to escape and hide away from him.

She wanted to rush him and shove him from her, complain and yell at him for not leaving her be.

She also wanted to throw herself at him, cry and whimper into his chest and beg him never to let her walk away from him again.

Mark saw each emotion pass across her eyes. He made no attempt to hide his own emotion and lowered his head to glare at her through his brows.

Princess' eyes locked on his. The heat in his glare immediately alarmed her and she looked to Damien and then to Lisa. "Uh. You know, I'm really busy. I really should get this information into the database." She shuddered, which made her voice come out staggered and terrified. "Reports, I really should do reports."

"Cass," Damien gasped on seeing the Leader of G-Force only a few feet in front of him. "The Eagle! The f'kn Eagle's come to visit!" He pulled her by the arm to attempt to drag her toward Mark. "She's your biggest fan, Commander."

Princess' hand flew to her mouth as she gasped in embarrassment. She shook her head and tried to back away. "Damien, no …"

Mark's lip curled and eyes flicked to Damien. In a possessive and protective move his hand shot to Damien's wrist. "Let go of her," he demanded in as low a warning tone as was possible. "Or I break your arm."

As Damien grunted in embarrassment and let go of her arm, Princess touched her fingertips to Mark's chest. "Mark, don't."

"Noone," he growled, not taking his eyes off the young detective. Although feeling a pang of betrayed hatred toward the mother of his child, he couldn't help but protect her. Instinctively, his hand folded softly around Princess' hand. "Noone."

"Don't mind him, Damien." Lisa interrupted chirpily as stepped in between Mark and a completely confused Damien. She pressed both hands into Mark's chest to walk him backward. "Such a chivalrous man is my Commander." Her eyes bore into Mark's, warning with him to back off and stop acting like a jealous lover. "Doesn't like to see tug of wars going on."

Damien rubbed at his wrist and looked at his partner. "I was only playing, Cass. I'm sorry if I hurt you, you know I never would."

She nodded and blinked slowly to switch her gaze to Mark. "That's okay, Damien."

Mark switched his eyes in between Princess and her partner. "Detective Anderson, a word?" He thrust a hand into his pocket and pointed to a room across the hall. "After you."

She whimpered and looked to Lisa, both shooting an accusing glare at her and begging for assistance. After receiving nothing but a slow blink of the eyes in response, she followed Mark inside the ballistics lab and closed the door behind her.

She whispered softly, but loud enough to be heard. "Why are you here?"

His voice was quiet and pained when he answered her. "Why do you think?"

"This isn't the place."

"Then where?" he demanded. "This is the only place I know I can find you."

She frowned and looked out of the window at her two male colleagues, who looked upon them puzzled and fascinated. "I don't want to talk about it, Mark. Not here, not now. Just … "She sighed and looked back at him. "Please, Mark. I can't do this."

"No."

She had to let out a single huff. She completely expected that response from him. "This is my workplace."

He ignored her words. "Not until I know why."

She raised a brow and grunted. "You know, why." She pointed at his crotch. "That's why. You couldn't keep that thing in your pants."

Mark frowned and shook his head. "That's not an explanation, Princess, and you know it."

She fought with her emotions and switched uncomfortably between folding her arms and holding herself. "Mark, Please…"

He ignored her request and took enough steps toward her to almost press his entire body against hers. He deliberately, and for his own self-control, made sure to stay a hare's breath away from her. "When did you plan on letting me know I was a father?"

She backed up a step, terrified when he moved in perfect synchronicity with her to remain on top, but not against, her. "Mark, I couldn't."

"You kept her from me."

She slid to the side to escape his glare. Finding confidence in opening up some distance, she kept her gaze from him and arrogantly spoke. "I am not having this conversation. Not now, Mark."

"Then when?"

She looked with embarrassment at the growing crowd of officers vying for the perfect vantage point to witness the conversation. Frustrated and panicked she grabbed handfuls of her own hair and looked up at him. "Not here, Mark. Come on, you are supposed to have more tact and privacy than this. This is not the place for me to try an explain this to you."

His eyes switched between flaring in anger and jealousy, and in sympathy for her situation. He tilted his head to one side and closed his eyes. "I loved you more than I thought it possible to love someone."

"You're using past tense, Mark," she gasped before thinking.

His shoulder flinched with a held back physical reaction to her comment. He let go with a grunt and let his jaw quiver as he searched out his words. "Nothing is past tense, but right now … right now." He turned his back to her. "I'm finding it real hard not to hate you."

A tear rolled down her cheek. "I know the feeling, Commander."

"I want to…" He turned his head back to her. "I have so many things I want to do right now to you that … God!"

She read the implication. She knew there were fifty emotions spurring him on right now. In an attempt to try and coax out the one she needed she reached out her hand to touch her fingertips to his shoulder. "Mark, when I finish work we can …" Her voice and breath hitched as he roughly jerked from her touch.

"Don't."

Another tear joined the new race down her cheek as she opened her mouth to respond. Before she could, a siren rang out over their heads.

The squad sergeant burst out of his office and growled low at his team. "Knight, Anderson, suit up. We've got another one."

Princess wiped heavily at her eyes at the command of her squad leader. She barely spared Mark a glance as she sniffed and ducked through the doorway.

If there was ever a "saved by the bell" moment in her life, this was it.

She didn't make eye contact with any of her new team as she ran toward the locker room to retrieve her "battle" gear.

Lisa watched her run away and set her hands on her hips as her face fell in to a frown. "Obviously that didn't go well," she huffed as her eyes switched into the ballistics lab, where Mark was still standing with his head down and arms crossed tightly in front of his chest.

Squad Leader Dave Barron thumbed at his nose as he eyeballed the Eagle Leader. "What was that all about?"

Lisa let out a short breath. "She probably filled in a report wrong. The brass probably got on his ass, so he got on hers."

"Then he should be speaking to me, not my staff." His eyes looked in the direction of the locker room doors, where Princess was running through pulling on a bulletproof vest. She was obviously shaken as she shrugged off a comforting gesture from Damien. "I won't have G-Force thinking they can go around upsetting my team."

"It won't happen again, Sergeant Barron," Mark interrupted from behind as he finally exited the lab. "However, I request that any and all information pertaining to Detective Anderson; including her personnel file; is forwarded to my desk at Centre Neptune."

He raised a suspicious brow. "Is she being investigated?"

Mark's expression remained firm as was. Eagle. "Are you questioning my order?"

Barron, not unnerved by the glare of the Eagle, folded his arms in an identical manner to him and set his head back on his neck in a defiant manner. "Your orders are only effective on your own team, Commander. If you want to get information on any of my team, I want a court of law to put the papers on my desk." His eyes blinked slowly as he heard the Eagle snort. "I'm pretty damn protective of my team, and considering that girl's got a kid to keep safe, I'm not handing out her information to you or anyone without knowing exactly why."

Lisa coughed in shock. She'd never seen anyone beside Jason stand up to Mark in full leadership mode. She didn't want to think about what Mark's reaction was going to be.

Mark, however, blinked his eyes slowly at the Sergeant and lowered his head aggressively. "You'd save me a lot of wasted time if you'd cooperate, Sergeant."

"Unless my girl is under investigation, in extreme personal danger or your ex-f'kn-Swan, I ain't sharin'."

Mark's eyes flashed, but he remained silent.

Barron sniffed, crinkling one nostril in a flippant gesture and turned on his heel. "Now, we've got a live one downtown. So if you'll excuse me."

Lisa kept her gaze innocently and timidly flickering between the two men – one large in frame, the other in legend – as they quietly separated. She cleared her throat softly. "Uh, I'll be right with you, Sarge."

"No," Mark growled as his foot rolled upward to begin a slow stalk outside. "Your duties with this department are over, Falcon."

Barron turned his head, pausing mid walk, and Lisa gasped. "But, Commander. I was assigned here for three weeks. I've only done three days."

Mark didn't even spare her a glance. He spoke over his shoulder at her. "Your assignment is over. Return to Neptune immediately."

"But, Mark …"

"That's an order!" He passed by Barron and slid a displeased glare toward him. "You'll have papers on your desk the instant our department speaks to a judge."

"And when I can get the information from our Human Resources Department, who are very busy right now, then you'll have her information." He shrugged a shoulder. "Can't tell you how long that'd take."

Lisa gave the Squad leader a sympathetic and apologetic look as she passed. She mouthed "sorry" to him and followed her Commander outside.

She almost walked into his back when he stopped his stride abruptly at the front doors. As she peered over his shoulder, the object of his attention was clear.

Princess stood at the open side door of a large Bomb Squad response vehicle struggling to fasten the belt-like straps on her bulletproof vest. Her assistant, Eric stood quietly in front of her, holding her clipboard and gun holster for her. Beside her, and facing both Mark and Lisa was Damien. Princess' new partner and her lifeline to safety had his hand affectionately stroking at her arm as he attempted to speak to her.

She seemed oblivious to both men and switched between trying to fasten her vest and wiping at her eyes.

Mark's face flinched in a tic when he watched Damien gently stroke her cheek to hook her hair behind her ear. He said something to her and brought his face close to hers to look into her eyes. When she finally looked at her partner, pouted, and dropped her head onto his shoulder, Mark growled and stormed off.

Lisa was left to watch the friendly gesture and reaction from the two officers and groaned as Mark left.

"Mark!" She called after him, knowing he had the keys to her vehicle. "Wait for me.