Camille had had to leave Richard quite early as there was no way she could turn up to work in the same clothes without drawing comment from Dwayne and Fidel. With Amy still on the island, it was best they avoid them finding out for at least a little while. She didn't want any hassle – if they were lucky Dwayne's charms might have actually won out in the end. She resolved to ask him about it as soon as she got in.

She had somehow managed to arrive before Richard, possibly because when she had left he was pretty close to falling back asleep. At the station Dwayne was reasonably upbeat behind his desk – but it was obvious it was largely put on. Fidel could tell as well, but had chosen not to comment on his lies about the night before being absolutely fine. Camille, however, had evidence to the contrary and wanted to see if it really was as bad as it sounded.

"So, I hear you didn't have much luck winning Amy over?" She said after the usual morning greeting.

Dwayne waved her statement off, "What are you talking about? It was fine! She came round in the end, though it was obvious she did have a bit of a sweet spot for the Chief."

"A bit?" Camille repeated, an eyebrow raised. "Because my mother informs me that she spent the evening informing you of just what a great, ah…" She struggled to think of another way to put it, "about a certain someone's prowess in the bedroom..."

Dwayne looked resigned to his fate. "Yeah, I thought she might have done that." He gave Camille a look that told her everything she needed to know. "That woman is another level of crazy altogether." Camille bit back a guffaw. "Do I look like the type of man who wants to listen to a woman go on about her ex? – I mean I'm all for a little rebound, but that much information is not good for anyone's confidence. Even I couldn't bounce back from that."

"Probably for the best Dwayne." Richard had breezed into the office. Dwayne sat up to attention but couldn't quite look Richard in the eye. "Worst night of your life."

That caught Dwayne's attention. "Worst Chief?"

Richard shuddered.

Dwayne looked at him seriously and said, "Have you considered a restraining order?"

"I hardly think that is necessary," Richard replied, shaking his head at the dramatic suggestion. "She can't be here for more than say a week? She must have a job or something to go back to." Dwayne didn't respond to that. "Doesn't she?" He asked, suddenly nervous.

"Well, she mentioned something to me about getting a long term leave of absence…and having an open return," Dwayne said with a sympathetic look. He received two equally alarmed looks in return from Richard and Camille.

"Are you serious?"

Dwayne nodded, "Some things you just don't joke about."

"Oh God."

"Um, she also said that she was going to swing by the office at some point this morning."

Richard looked wildly at Camille, she returned a steadier gaze. "You are staying here."

"But..."

"You have to tell her." Richard threw a meaningful glance in the direction of Fidel and Dwayne, designed to get her to shut up. They hadn't exactly discussed keeping their relationship quiet but he didn't think it was the best time to bring it up. She rolled her eyes at his misunderstanding. "Tell her that you are not interested in her."

"Can't you tell her, while I'm out?" Her look brooked no leeway. He gave up with a sigh. "Fine."

"Take her out for a coffee and cake," Dwayne suggested. "I always find access to chocolate tends to ease the blow." Fidel rolled his eyes at that, but Richard nodded as if this were a sage idea. He didn't want to cause a scene in the station…or a café, but the latter was actually the preferred option. If things got bad he could always arrest Amy for a public order offence.

Richard's phone beeped. His heart rate suddenly increased, as paranoia made him believe that Amy had somehow gotten hold of his personal number, but when he looked at the screen it was from Camille. A bit miffed, he opened it to see it read 'and if you get into real problems call me!'

As he sat at his desk he mulled over how he was going to get in touch with her. The conundrum was how much effort he should put into finding her. He didn't know where she was staying or what her number was and he certainly didn't want Amy to think that he had gone out of his way to contact her, God knows what she would infer from that. He had been planning on causally bumping into her but had no idea how to instigate it. On the verge of asking Dwayne if he knew any inside information as to her whereabouts he was saved (or not he thought wryly) by the ominously familiar clump of high heels on the station steps. Knowing what was coming he tried to give himself a few more precious moments of peace by withdrawing out of sight behind his desk.

"Dwayne Darling! Wasn't last night fun?" She stopped by his desk to envelop him in a heavy bosomed hug, her kiss, partially missing his cheek, dislodged her sunglasses a little in the process.

"Yeah, great," he replied, reluctantly returning the embrace.

"Hope you've not been making poor Richard here jealous with tales of our exploits!" She said cheerfully. "He has always been the jealous type, you know!"

"Has he really?" Camille asked. Richard noted her voice was a little strained, as if she was having to actively control her desire to tell Amy exactly what she thought of her. Luckily Amy's implication of Richard's jealous nature (which was a little bit true, actually, it's just she had never been the object of it) gave him an idea.

"Which is why I would like to steal you away for myself now, Amy," he said with false joviality. "Since we never got a chance to, ah, talk properly yesterday. Can I buy you a coffee?"

Richard almost felt guilty at the look of excitement that now crossed Amy's face, a feeling that rapidly left him as he saw her shoot a look of triumph at Camille. To her credit Camille shot back a warm smile. She could afford to be magnanimous in her coming victory.

Dwayne to his relief had been released and she was now striding purposely over to him to claim her prize. Taking a step back he remembered with difficulty that he had to get her out of the station and somewhere they couldn't be overheard by the team. Shooting one last pleading look at Camille, he straightened up and walked towards her, trying desperately to put some distance between them as Amy's hand clawed at his arm trying to find its hold.

"Where are you taking me Richard darling?" She asked as they descended the steps. Richard had just been considering the same question, knowing Amy's very high standards there was probably nowhere on the island that satisfy her – even if he took her to one of the five star resorts. He might as well save himself some money and go somewhere he liked the coffee, so steered her in the direction of a café near the main town square.

"Did you have anything particular you wanted to discuss Richie?" She asked as they sat at a table after ordering – Richard's a black coffee and Amy's some sort of latte monstrosity with so many instructions on its preparation Richard couldn't recall them all.

Richard decided perhaps it was best to ease Amy into the idea they couldn't be together gently. "I just thought we could start off with a general catch up," he said – then proceeded somewhat awkwardly. "So, do you, um, have a boyfriend at the moment?"

The look of delight that crossed her face told Richard he had done entirely the wrong thing. The intention had been to get Amy to maybe mention recent relationships and have her ask him the same question, so he could mention he was seeing somebody. Instead she took the question as 100% confirmation of his interest and looked ready to jump on him here and now.

He moved his chair away gently and was horrified to see that she followed his movement. Her chair was now closer than ever. She leant over the arm of it and reached for him. He only just got his hand out of the way in time as he leant away from her. She didn't seem to notice.

"Oh Richie! Coming here was such a long shot. You know, after you didn't call or return my calls I thought you might have moved on. And we had such an amazing time together. And then I got chatting to some people back home and they said you still weren't married, that you hadn't found the right girl. And I thought, maybe you had found the right girl but you'd let her slip through your fingers. So..." She gestured to herself. "Here I am!" Her hand scrabbled at his arm again and finally found it. "I knew you'd missed me!"

"NO!" He said, for more forcefully than he had intended.

"Come on, surely at your age you aren't embarrassed by a little public display on affection!" She said, leaning towards him for a kiss.

"No! I mean yes! I mean…I don't want any display of affection with you!"

His heart rate decelerated slightly when Amy let go of his arm and returned, amazingly placidly, to her own seat rather than continuing her efforts to practically climb into his lap. "I'm sorry, I'm moving too fast for you aren't I? I shouldn't push you – of course you are a decent sort of chap who would want to buy a woman dinner first!"

"No, no dinner. I don't want dinner with you."

Her eyebrows shot northwards. "Well I remember you being keen Richard, but I have to say I'm flattered." She was attempting to signal the waiter over so that she could pay and they could leave.

"No. Amy, you're not listening. I don't want to have dinner with you."

"Oh, I understand you completely Richard," she was running her fingers up and down his legs, "I've missed you so much too. It's been too long."

Richard squeaked and managed to stand up, shrieking something about the bathroom as she sat back in her chair, her dress riding up over her thighs, surveying him cooly with a predatory gleam in her eye. "Be quick my darling. I can't wait much longer..."

In the bathroom, he typed out a quick and desperate message to Camille. He did a quick mental calculation, trying to figure out the shortest possible time it would take her to arrive (Oh please sweet Lord in heaven, don't let them be out on a call) and then dawdled in the bathroom as much as possible. Then a terrifying thought occurred, that Amy might follow him in here shortly, and he left, pausing to order them more drinks. Seeing the vast chocolate cake on display, he got some of that for good measure.

"Now I know they say chocolate is an aphrodisiac, Richie, but there is really no need to try and get me in the mood," she said suggestively when he returned to the table with it. "Or are you just trying to ensure I have enough energy for the activities you have planned?"

"I just thought you might like it!" He told her. Amy looked like she would prefer to just abandon it but politeness seemed to win out and she reached for a fork and placed a big piece in her mouth. Though he would have preferred to wait until Camille's arrival, Richard felt this opportunity to speak whilst Amy could not interrupt him was too big to let pass. "I have a girlfriend!" He told her in a rush. Technically, he wasn't sure Camille quite counted as his girlfriend yet, but 'I have a girlfriend' seemed a lot better than 'I slept with my detective sergeant last night and would like to continue to do so as part of a proper relationship if that is also what she desires'.

Amy had discarded the fork and had been in the process of putting a finger full of chocolate cake seductively in her mouth. The finger stopped halfway out and her eyes narrowed in contemplation. After a moment her mouth continued its caress as Richard watched in barely hidden disgust and she said, "That's ok. We can take care of her on the way home."

"Take care of her?" Richard was envisioning some sort of horrible death as Amy cut in.

"Yes, you can call her and explain that we've rekindled our love. But don't spend too long on the phone Richie, I have other plans for your mouth..."

Richard was looking around wildly, where was Camille? Amy had signalled the waiter over. "Bill please. And can you put this in a box?" She gave Richard a seductive look. "I have plans for it at home..."

Whist Richard was considering using the spilt drink trick again and trying to calculate how much damage a coffee would do to a handbag when he noticed a look of annoyance appear on Amy's face. He turned in the direction of her irritated glare and discovered that Camille was winding her way towards them. "If she's here to tell you about a case you'll just have to order her to deal with it herself, Richie, we have plans. I'm sure you can take a personal day on this one occasion. Though you may also need one tomorrow to recover!"

"Actually," Richard said loudly, standing from the table. "This is my girlfriend!"

Amy seemed to think this was a big joke. "Don't be silly, Richard, you can't sleep with your inferiors!"

"Who are you calling inferior?" Camille snapped.

"Sorry, darling, of course I meant subordinates!" Amy clarified, though both Camille and Richard knew that had been no simple slip up. Amy tittered to herself, then realised that they weren't laughing along. She stood up sharply, her chair screeching over the ground and Richard impulsively took a step back. People were starting to look and he was beginning to regret bringing her to a cafe that he actually liked. Chances were after this that he was never going to be able to frequent it again. Only Camille stood her ground. Amy looked to him for clarification, "Richard you're not serious!"

"Why wouldn't he be serious?"

"Because..."Amy was floundering for an excuse. "Well, look at you. With your ridiculous hair and your lack of style. There's no way Richard would ever look at you." Camille raised an eyebrow conveying quite clearly that he had done more than look which only seemed to incense her even more. She turned to Richard.

"Richard? Please tell me this is a joke!" He remained stoically silent as the truth started to dawn on her. "How could you lead me on like that?"

"I didn't lead you..."

"Oh please, you've been all over me since I got here, buying me things, suggesting we go home and all the time you were going to two time me with this..." she indicated at Camille, "thing. For God's sake Richard, where's your pride?"

Richard knew at this point he really had to say something, "Amy, apart from buying you the cake and the coffee just now, all of the rest of that was in your head," he told her very firmly, employing the voice he usually reserved for unruly teenagers. "And actually the fact that a woman like Camille would even be remotely interested makes me very proud, unlike you who has done nothing but make me feel ashamed of myself since you arrived!"

Amy gave him a look of abject horror for a moment, before rounding on Camille again, "You, young woman, are clearly some kind of witch!"

"Amy!" Richard said sharply. "That's enough. Let's go."

"Go Richard? Where are we going to go? A couple of minutes you were going to take me home, so where shall we go now?" She was on the verge of tears, rooting through her handbag trying desperately to find a tissue, when she came across a piece of lime from last night's gin and tonic. She threw is down on the table in disgust and started to cry. "Why couldn't you have told me last night? Why did you let me embarrass myself in front of everyone?" Richard was at a loss for words. "You told me you were just colleagues."

Both Camille and Richard were beginning to feel sorry for her. All of last night's indiscretions and annoyances began to fade with her tears. Richard began to reach out for her arm with his hand to pat it reassuringly.

"Oh God, don't touch me. This is what I'm talking about Richard. Mixed messages. First you want nothing to do with me. Then you want to touch me." She was blowing her nose frantically. "You're all the same. You're all so interested to start with, then as soon as you get what you want you leave. No one wants me!" She was beginning to wail and Richard was cringing with embarrassment again.

"Hush," he said awkwardly. "I just meant we should go somewhere quieter to talk it through."

"I don't want to go anywhere with you, ever again!" It was hard to feel any triumph at that, given how devastated Amy was. Richard noted he was now receiving dirty looks from several women in the café, who clearly thought that he was entirely in the wrong, and right now he wasn't sure they weren't right. Before he could say anything else to try and comfort her, Amy declared, "I am leaving right now, and don't you try to stop me…or follow me!" She then shoved past and stormed out of the door as fast as her ridiculous heels would allow her.

Richard and Camille shared a glance. "Am I supposed to follow her?" He asked Camille, as she was far more knowledgeable about these things.

"I imagine you are, but I wouldn't advise it," Camille said. "She might take it as encouragement again. I think we are probably best leaving her well alone."

But fate intervened again, and that was not to be the case, for before they could leave the café, they heard a massive shriek from nearby. Police instincts kicked in immediately, and they both hurried to investigate, only to discover the source of the shriek to be Amy sprawled a little way down the road, surrounded by a cloud of dust and cursing her broken shoe like a sailor.

Richard didn't really want to approach, especially given some of the swear words that Amy was currently employing. But he couldn't very well leave her on the ground. However, it seemed that she had the same idea because as she saw him approach, she fixed him with a glare and spoke in between her sniffs. "Why are you here? I told you I didn't want you to follow me!" She was trying to gather up a number of items that had spilt from her handbag during her fall. "Well come on have a good look at me sitting in the dirt!"

"Amy, I just wanted to check that you were alright!"

She threw her broken shoe at him. "No I am not alright! Go away Richard!" She tried to shuffle herself around so that she was no longer facing him when she gave a cry of pain and clutched at her ankle. Richard was about to bound forward to help her when he heard another voice.

"Excuse me, could you move out of the way please, I'm a doctor." He knelt next to Amy and spoke to her kindly. "Are you alright Miss?"

Amy brushed her dishevelled hair out of her eyes and looked up to see a pair of deep brown and very kind eyes staring back at her. She nodded shyly, her tears already drying. Thank goodness for waterproof mascara, she thought.

"I'm Dr. Wingfield..." He left the end of his sentence open so she could add her own introduction.

"Amy Thorpe."

"Miss Thorpe." Dr Wingfield tried the name out for himself, apparently as enamoured with her as she was with him, then turned back to his patient, indicating her ankle. "May I?" She nodded again as he bent and felt her already swelling joint. To Richard's mind it looked more like a caress.

Amy flinched a little as Dr. Wingfield mumbled an apology, then came to a diagnosis. "I think it might be a sprain. Pain killers and keep your weight off it and you should be as good as new." He reached behind him and picked up her discarded shoe. "And perhaps retire these until you are better, no matter how pretty they are..." She smiled shyly at him. He liked shoes! She snuck a look at his footwear. And he had good shoes too - the man was perfect!

He helped her up. "Can you walk?"

"I think so." She took two Bambi like paces then almost collapsed. Dr Wingfield was there in a flash, holding her close, pulling her upright again.

They stood like that for a moment before they both realised that they had only just met and he reluctantly released her a little. "Can I help you back to your hotel?"

"Don't you have better things to be doing?" She was terrified that he was about to remember a wife, a girlfriend.

He smiled, a little embarrassed. "Not really, I'm here on my own. Holiday." She nodded as he continued. "I live in London normally."

"Oh, me too!"

He brightened a little and tried to decide the best course of getting her back to her hotel. "So, Miss Thorpe, where are you staying?"

"It's just down here – The Creole."

He stopped, looking at her in amazement. "I'm at The Creole too. It's funny, I haven't seen you around..."

Amy laughed lightly, "Well I haven't been hanging around the hotel bar much, they make their gin and tonics with lemons and they don't have any mineral water ice cubes!" She beamed as his grip round her waist became a little firmer.

"Oh I know," he said. "I mean when I ordered a mineral water on my arrival and they offered me ice," he paused to make sure that she was on the same wavelength as him. "Can you believe it? Using tap water ice cubes would entirely defeat the point of drinking the mineral water!"

"I am so glad you are here Dr. Wingfield, I should so have hated to have to go to a hospital here."

"Oh yes, I imagine they are entirely unsuitable. I have a practise on Harley Street myself…"

Richard and Camille watched the two walk off (well, limp off in the case of Amy) with nothing short of amazement. "She's forgotten all about me…" Richard said.

Camille shot him a look, "You don't sound as happy about that as you should be! She's not going to cause you any problems anymore now, is she?"

"Yeah, but, it was kind of a fast turnaround from practically declaring her undying love to forgetting about me." Richard was starting to feel a little insecure. "Would you forget about me that fast if a handsome doctor came along?"

"No, of course not." She told him. "A vet maybe, I like animals, but not a doctor..."

A/N The end...or is it?