A/N: Thanks again for the reviews and to LauraRaposa for editing. Sorry it's so short, there is one more coming that is longer though. I only own my imagination :)

Chapter 4

Foyle crossed straight to the kitchen and spent the next 10 minutes in front of the sink doing the washing up. Next, he stopped at the front desk to ensure that the new duty sergeant understood that no one was to disturb DS Milner, and any calls that would normally transfer to Milner should be given to him.

Then, after some deliberation, he went and knocked on Reid's office door.

"Yes, come in," said Reid. "Ah, Christopher…"

The Superintendent waited until Foyle had closed the door before he asked, "How is he?"

Foyle sighed, and ran a hand over his forehead. "Asleep, thank God."

"That bad?"

"Not at all good," said Foyle as he returned to chewing his lip. "What time you off tonight?"

Reid looked at his watch. "I'd say in about an hour. Why?"

"Umm, I wonder if you'd be able to help me get Milner home. With Sam away I don't have a driver and he hasn't got his crutches…" He trailed off as he glanced up at his old friend.

They both knew there was other drivers who could help Foyle get Milner home. But that wasn't the point. Milner was likely to be less embarrassed if he exited the station with the assistance of the two men who had already helped him that afternoon.

Reid nodded, "Of course, Christopher. It's no trouble. I'll just ring Elaine and let her know."

Foyle smiled, "Thank you, Hugh."

"My pleasure. How long do you think it will be?"

"I'm not sure," said Foyle. "I'd rather thought I'd just let him sleep but if he's still out at half-five, I suppose we'll have to wake him."

Reid nodded. "And you'll come and get me when it's time?"

"Yes. I've left instructions with the desk sergeant that Milner isn't to be disturbed but I'll poke my head in from time to time in case he wakes up."

"Right, well I'd better get back to this damned report. As if I care about how many stray dogs we found last month!"

Foyle smiled and shook his head. He had been subjected to Hugh's grousing since they were constables on the beat in Bexhill. And like then, Foyle couldn't resist a little dig. "Now, that's some real police work, Superintendent."

"Oh, shove off!" There was nothing but years of friendship behind either comment and the two men smiled at each other for a minute before Foyle left the office and Reid returned to his stray dog report.