A/N: Ok, guys this is kind of a filler chapter if I'm honest. I'm having a little trouble figuring out how to get us to the first major obstacle in Joe and Emerson's relationship. I don't want to just jump to it, as there may be people who haven't seen the episode and it won't make all that much sense if I just suddenly skip of an important moment without the build-up, so here's the build-up and as such it may be a rather short chapter. Let's see. All conversations before the ~WHITECHAPEL~ symbol are taken from the series, after is mine except for the bit at the very end about Dukes, again from the series.

And as I've left you all alone for over a week, because my damn internet crashed, I'm posting two chapters today to say sorry. :D

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next day turned into one of complete chaos for Joe. What had started out looking bright, with a possible murder investigation had swiftly shifted to frustration and anger when DCI Cazenove arrived to confiscate the files on the Lenny Cole murder, apparently after being informed by DS Miles that it had links to organized crime. This had sent Joe out of the office in search of his sergeant, furious and betrayed. He'd found the man at his house feeding his fish.

"Don't start shouting, you'll scare the fish."

"I've got a good mind to push you in there." Joe snapped breathlessly.

"Sit down and take some food."

"I don't want to feed fish, I want an explanation."

"Sit down." Miles demanded. "Sir."

Joe reluctantly complied, taking a seat on Miles small bench.

"I know you don't like what I did, and for that I'm sorry but it had to be done."

"It was shaping up to be a really interesting case, and you just gave it away."

"Some cases can be too interesting." Miles sighed.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Let's go to the pub." Miles said, getting to his feet.

"It's two in the afternoon." Joe frowned looking at his watch.

"Then they'll all be there then won't they."

Joe and Miles arrived at the Great Maurice. It wasn't overly busy, but there was a fair few men around, Miles told Joe to tell him what he saw. When Joe's eyes really scanned the place he noticed the myriad of injuries and his insides tightened. They didn't stay long, quickly finishing their drinks then leaving. As the men walked along the high street, through the market, Miles confirmed that Ed had been right and someone was copying the Krays.

"Look the Kray's owned London. They put up a wall of fear using violence and madness and nobody could touch them." Miles explained. "They had the police in their pockets, they blackmailed politicians, they fixed their juries. Their name, their reputation was the law. But someone's using the Kray name again, copying what they did, the last thing I needed was Buchan sticking his ore in and getting you involved."

"I do wish you wouldn't under estimate me. - I can handle myself you know."

Miles looked at him disbelievingly.

"I can." Joe said, almost childishly.

They'd returned to the station to find workman and bored DC's. Joe had barely sat down when he got a phone call telling him about a bayoneting at the Regency Snooker Hall. He thought it was Mansell mucking around at first, before realizing the tip off was real.

"A bayoneting? Give it to Cazenove." Miles demanded.

"I will, but I want to go and have a look first." Joe said with an excited smile.

"Why?"

"Because if someone's copying the Krays, then this case is going to be huge."

"You ain't listened to a word I've said have ya. This is dangerous."

"Fine." Joe smirked. "I'll take Kent."

Miles's gaze shifted to the younger officer, knowing full well the boy would jump, which he did while giving his option about the pathetic losers that were copying the Krays and how they needed a slap.

"Yeah, a slap, that'll do it." Miles remarked.

Joe and Kent walked out of the offices, a fearful and frustrated Miles in their wake.

It took them twenty minutes to reach the Regency Snooker Hall to find the landlord of the Great Maurice pinned to a table with a knife through his hand. Joe shared a tired look with Kent when the man refused to tell him what really happened. They were watched from the back of the Snooker hall by the owner, Steven Dukes.

Joe marched over to introduce himself and ask question, which were met with distain and scorn. The man's attitude instantly put Joe on edge; he hated it when people tried to intimidate him. Angry and frustrated at the lack of cooperation, Joe marched off, out of the back door and into the yard beyond. He was stood there a few minutes when a rather shiftily smartly dressed man. Joe greeted him with suspicion and curiosity.

"The violence is getting out of control, it's bad for business. Needs to be reigned in." the man smiled.

"Why not go to the organized crime division?"

"Somebody in high places thinks you're the man for the job."

"Give me something on Dukes then."

"Be a detective. I'll help you where I can." with that the man walked away, leaving a surprised and confused Joe behind.

~WHITECHAPEL~

Joe was sat on the leather chair in his office, sighing tiredly as he cleaned fresh dirt off his shoes. It had been a long day and almost everyone had gone home, except for himself and Kent, who walked into the office looking just as tired.

"Hey."

Joe looked up and smiled. "You still here? I thought you were going to a birthday party tonight?"

"Yeah, thought I'd be fashionable late." Kent joked, stepping further into the room. "You alright?"

"Yes, just tired, been a long day." Joe fell back against the chair.

Kent walked over to his boss, standing over him, his glanced out into the empty incident room to make sure there was no one hanging about, before he lent forward and pressed a kiss to Joe's tense, stressed lips, the older man smiling and moaning into it.

Reluctantly Kent pulled back. "Better?"

"You sure you've got to go to that party?" Joe asked huskily.

"'Fraid so. Believe me, I'd rather go home with you." he smiled seductively.

"I'd rather you did too." Joe sighed, his shoes forgotten as his hand brushed the outside of his boyfriends thigh, squeezing it lightly, Kent's fingers stroking down Joe's cheek.

"I got to go." Kent moaned, dropping another kiss to Joe's lips before turning to leave. "Don't stay here too late okay."

Joe smiled up at him, returning his attention to his shoe. "Yes sweetheart." he chuckled.

Kent laughed.

Pausing on the threshold of Joe's office he turned back to him. "Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"You think Dukes is the copycat?"

Joe's smile vanished almost instantly to be replaced by fresh worry and Kent wished he hadn't asked. "I think the Kray legend is very potent and a clever man can use it to consolidate his power. - I want you to find out everything you can on Steven Dukes." Joe ordered, slipping out of the roll of boyfriend and into the one of superior officer. "Known associates, arrests, warrants, that kind of thing."

"Ok, I'll bring you everything I can find on Dukes first thing tomorrow."

"Watch your back." Joe said, his gaze holding serious concern.

Kent sent him a small nod and smile before walking away; leaving Joe to clean his shoes and watch Ed Buchan's video on the Krays.

TO BE CONTINUED….

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A/N: As I said just a filler chapter but I hope it's alright. I did add a Joe/Kent moment in there at the end, couldn't help myself.