A/N: Well, here's a new chapter. That chapter. It's kina short sorry. I'm also sorry it's taking me so long to post, I'd like to say it's because my life has gotten exciting but the truth is I'm just having difficulty writing this at the moment. So please forgive me and be patient. One more thing before you go, I've probably spelt that Lord guy's name wrong.

Enjoy. As hard as that may be.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Joe was furious, they'd just handed over everything they had on the blackmailing of Lord Hecil to a man they'd believed to be a solicitor from the CPS, only he hadn't been, he'd been one of the Kray's men, which meant they'd just handed everything on Hecil over to them and were not completely screwed. On top of that, his car had been stolen and replaced with a donkey, clearly someone's idea of a joke, but not his.

Sat in his office Joe fussed over his desk, arranging and rearranging it over and over. Anger plus stress was not making for a good day, and there was still the issue of Kent. He still couldn't believe he could do it, betray him and the team but everything pointed to that being the case. He'd seen him talking to the Kray's driver, which he could have brushed off eventually but now there was the fact that he hadn't been threatened. Why hadn't he? Unless they knew they didn't need to because he was already working for them. Joe's heart pounded painfully against his chest, his hands began to shake and his head was pounding. He needed to find something to focus on. His gaze scanned the desk, honing in on the tub of colours drawing pins; pouring them out onto the surface, he began to sort them by colour. Once that was done, he started counting, first the blue, then the white. He was up to fifty one of the yellows when Miles walked into the office. He was fully aware of the man presence, he wanted to look up but he couldn't stop counting.

Miles watched the younger man with confusion and concern. He'd never seen the full extent of his bosses OCD; in fact until now it had always been kind of an office joke, but seeing him now Miles realised he was no laughing matter. He wondered why he hadn't seen it before and what had sparked this behaviour? After all, the most Joe had ever done previously was reorganized the incident room so that all the desks faced his office. Deciding that the best course of action was to ignore it, Miles turned his attention to the case. "Lord Hecil's changed his mind."

Joe looked up with a flash of anger, panic and distress in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Miles asked, taking a seat.

"I - I know how this looks. I just get a bit OCD sometimes…" Joe said, his gaze flickered to the window and Kent. He hadn't had a break since he'd been with the younger man. Whenever he'd felt one coming on, he'd simply turn to his lover and the man would distract him from whatever was causing it, allowing him to relax and his mind to shut off. Problem was that know it was Kent causing it. "It's just something I do when I'm under stress." he continued, dragging his gaze back to Miles. "I'm not crazy. - There's nothing wrong with me, I can do the job." He insisted a little more panicked.

"Well, if tidying up eases your stress…" Miles smiled awkwardly. "…you can always come round to my house." he laughed lightly, hoping to break the tension.

He watched Joe closely as he began to tidy his desk again, before lifting the tiger balm and applying it to his temples.

"I think there might be a reason for all our bad luck."

Miles frowned as the younger man turned another distressed look his way, their gazes locking for a short moment, before Joe's flickered to the window again.

"Last night, when everyone was intimidated and this place was ransacked, Kent was working here on his own. Nothing happened to him. - I asked him to look into who hired the builders. I asked him to contact the Congo about what Jimmy and Johnny Kray got up to out there…."

"And he found nothing." Miles murmured, couldn't believe what he was hearing, surely Joe didn't mean...no. The idea that Kent would be a mole was just so unbelievable, but Joe looked so sure and Miles had to admit that Joe knew the junior officer better than him; after all they were having an affair, which Kent had been lying to them about for months. Hell, if it hadn't have been for his wife and that incident at the hospital, Miles would probably still be in the dark, still believing Kent's convincing lies about the faceless nonexistent girl he was dating.

"Tell me I'm wrong." Joe said, almost pleading.

Miles looked over his shoulder at the junior officer. He really wanted to, he wanted to laugh it off and tell his boss that he was just being paranoid, but he wasn't a hundred percent sure he could. As much as he knew Kent idolized Joe, he couldn't swear to it that it was enough to stop him from betraying them, especially with the power the Kray's welded over east London. "He'd just a kid and they hurt him bad." he mumbled, turning back to Joe and seeing the guilt in his eyes. "I almost can't blame him." And that was the truth, you had to be either extremely strong or extremely foolish to stand up and deny the Krays anything. – And Kent was neither.

Joe sat there staring at his desk, his heart rate increasing to breath stealing levels, causing his head to throb and spin. He'd so wanted Miles to tell him he was being irrational, that it was all in his head and that Kent would never betray them, but Miles hadn't said what he'd needed to hear, rather he'd confirmed his fears. It really wasn't all that surprising that Kent had turned mole for the Krays, especially after the attack, he tried to tell himself that he hadn't been given a choice, that they'd threatened him into submission. But the fact was the man he trusted above everyone, the man he loved was working against him and that was just too much for Joe to take. He'd taken a leap into the unknown when he'd started his relationship with Kent, he'd risked everything for it, and it was being thrown back in his face.

"Do you want me to tell him?" Miles said, pulling Joe from his thoughts.

He shook his head. "No." Kent was his responsibility in more ways than one. "He should hear it from me." Joe sat there for a few moments, gathering his courage's and determination, fingering the small jar of tiger balm. He could feel himself shaking beneath the skin, he couldn't allow anyone to see it though, they couldn't know just how much this was hurting him, he had was Kent's superior officer now, not his boyfriend. Taking a deep breath he pushed himself out of his chair and marched into the incident room. He stopped by Kent's desk, looking down at the man, his lungs empty of air. He clenched his fists at his sides to stop his hands from shaking. "Put the phone down." he ordered softly.

Kent frowned up at him. "I've got a good lead on the Congo…"

"Put the phone down!" Joe snapped harshly, drawing the attention of McCormack and Mansell, and causing Kent to jump slightly.

Kent stared into Joe steely hard gaze that sent a chill through him. He'd never seen that look aimed his way before and it was disconcerting.

"And packed your things." Joe added.

Time froze. Emerson was sure he'd heard wrong, there was no way Joe had just ordered him out of the station. No, he wouldn't do that. "Sir?"

"You're suspended, pending an investigation. Go home." Joe stated coldly, turning his back.

The words hit Kent like a physical blow, rocking him back in his seat. His mouth hung open as he looked from Joe's departing back to the Skip and back again, his heart clenching tight in his chest, his mind spinning with realization, anger and agony. "Y-you think I'm a mole?" his voice radiated hurt.

Joe turned back, meeting the pained brown gaze of his….junior officer. The pair stared at each other, searching for truths, lies, anything that would make this whole situation make sense. Their whole world was crashing around them, everything they'd had over the past nine months shattering in a single instant. They could feel the others eyes on them, watching the exchange. There was so much they wanted to say. Emerson wanting to yell and scream and demand to know how Joe could think he'd so such a thing, Joe wanting to know why he had, But Kent was shocked into speechlessness and Joe was too hurt and angry to say anything more than.

"Out of everyone, I really wish it hadn't been you." He turned and walked away.

It was like another punch, aimed directly at his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He struggled to his feet, tears burning his eyes, his heart racing so fast it would win the Grand National. He yanked his jacket off the back of the chair and thrust his arms into the sleeves. Grabbing his crutches he swung himself out of the office without a word of goodbye to his colleagues. Joe wanted him gone and at that moment Kent couldn't think of any reason why he would want to stay. He struggled down the stairs, his vision a blur. He was actually surprised he could more at all, considering the pain ripping through him. It was a thousand times worse that what he'd suffered during the stripping, because this pain wasn't physical, it was emotional; it reached right into his soul and tore it to pieces.

How could Joe honestly believe he'd betray him? How? After everything they'd said to one another, everything he'd been through over the past month, how could the man who claimed to love him accuse him of being a mole?

The cool air hit him in the face as he exited the building. He tried to breathe it in but his chest wouldn't accept it. He only got as far as the corner of the car park before it became too much for him. Dropping back against the brick, he let it go, not caring who saw him crying; it wasn't like he had a job anymore. No job, no boyfriend, no life. The Kray's really had taken everything from him.

TO BE CONTINUED….

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A/N: Okay so I know it's a short chapter, but it was just so hard to write. I know we all hated this moment, whether you slash Joe and Kent or not. I've never been able to get my head around why Joe would accuse Kent of all people. After all, he's never given him any reason to. Joe's excuses for why he thinks its Kent always struck me as incredible feeble if I'm honest, which was why I added in the notes and the guy at the hospital. Because seriously, if he's going on the fact that Kent hadn't given him certain information and that he hadn't been threatened as prove of guilt, it's no wonder innocent people end up in prison.

I mean come on, let's sort the evidence shell we?

1: The fact that Kent wasn't threatened. (As far as Joe knows.) Well, first of all, Joe should know that Kent wouldn't admit to it anyway, especially after the striping, Kent would feel ashamed of himself. (As he later explains) and if Kent hadn't been threatened, well it would kind of make sense right, I mean they've already gotten to him once with the striping, they'd made their point already. - And if he was the mole, he wouldn't say he hadn't been threatened would he? (As the identity of the true mole proves) he would have told them something to take suspicion of him.

2: Who hired the builders? - How is Kent meant to get information from a station where it seems EVERYONE is on the take. He can't give Joe information that doesn't exist. It probably never did.

3: The Congo. - This is the one that really gets my goat. Does he honestly expect Kent to get that kind of information in 24 hrs? Seriously, has he any idea the amount of red tape Kent would have to get through. I mean it's not like he can just phone the Congo and say "Hi, yeah, this is Scotland Yard, can you please tell me what Jimmy and Johnny Kray did while in your country." Yeah right. He'd have to work his way through switchboards and embassy officials, they would need to do a search of their records and that's assuming they even know who he's talking about. It takes weeks, sometimes months to get information from foreign governments, cause let's face it, if there's something governments love, its red-tape and Joe expects Kent to do it in twenty four hours. Who does he think he's working for MI-5? Lol (sorry, couldn't resist.)

No, there was no evidence to say that Kent was the mole, or should even have been suspected, which leads me to ask why Joe picked on him? Frankly, if anyone should have been the prime suspect, at least in my book, its Mansell, who conveniently showed up just as the case was hotting up.

Okay, rant over. I did say I would go into one. Well, I hope the chapter wasn't too bad. I know I keep saying it, but this story is killing me with its difficulty.