Disclaimer: Not mine. This story takes place around a month after my story Truth? I'd love it if you read that too. Please let me know what you think, this was only going to be a one chapter but my reviewers persuaded me to continue it. Hope it's ok.

A Feeling

Dempsey looked around the room, uncertain how he had got there. Blinking the memories of the night before had come back to him. Dave had been shot. He was the youngest and least experienced member of the team but Spikings and Harry saw something in the young DC that he hadn't. Not until the young man had faced down an armed robber. He yawned and stretched, realising it was the second time in the same month he had found himself waking up in Harry's bedroom. Only nothing had happened and he was fine with that. They were taking their time. It was about not rushing things. They had all the time in the world. Smiling he realised it was the first time he had thought that when it came to women and relationships. But then this was him and Harry and that made all the difference.

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"Sir." Chas walked into the inner office as the senior officer looked up.

"Yes, Chas."

"Dave's mum called. He's ok."

"Good." Spikings sighed. The youngest member of the team had worried them all but it seemed he had picked up the same gun-ho tendencies the older members of the team shared. Spikings just hoped it would serve the younger officer well. "Chas, how are thing with the team?"

"Same as ever." Chas shrugged his shoulders.

"And those two?"

"Dempsey and Harry."

"Who else?"

"They're the same as ever." Chas lied. He had noticed the subtle difference. Smiling slightly he wondered if his wife had been right the night he had got home later than usual after their encounter with the Thriller Killer. "Harry is tougher than she looks."

"Yes, well." Spikings frowned. "I am aware of that. And before you say anything I know she is a bloody good copper." Chas smiled slightly. "It is Dempsey I am worried about. It was him that found the man's body. It is him that thought he had lost a second partner."

"History repeating itself." Chas agreed. He had all known they had expected to find Harry's body and arrest the man responsible. Chas had seen how the case had affected his friend early on. How she had identified with the victims more than they had, how he had got under her skin. What none of them had suspected, or even considered was how the case had affected the man who had found her.

"Exactly." Spikings nodded. "He's a loose cannon at the best of times. Keep an eye on him. I know Harry needed some leave after what happened. That's understandable. He kept working through and I am not all together sure that was a good idea."

"It's what he does. Carry on."

"Not always the right thing to do. Keep an eye on him."

"Yes, Sir." Chas nodded before leaving the office. He didn't notice his boss turn back to the paperwork on his desk and frown.

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"Hey." Dempsey walked into the kitchen as Harry made tea. "You ok?"

"Yeah." She nodded, her oversized jumper almost covering her from head to foot. Dempsey smiled slightly, knowing if they didn't move he wouldn't have time to go home to change clothes before work. "Did you sleep ok?"

"Like a baby." He lied. "You?"

"I called out again. Didn't I?" Harry sighed. "I woke up and you were there. So I guessed I must have."

"Maybe." Dempsey sighed. "It doesn't matter."

"It does." Harry watched him, aware he looked almost exhausted. "You need to rest as much as I do. Maybe you should go back to your flat tonight."

"You trying to get rid of me?" He raised an eyebrow. Harry rolled her eyes.

"No, the opposite." She paused. "I don't want you making yourself ill."

"Then you could get a sexy nurses' outfit."

"Never going to happen." She smiled back. "You need a night in your own bed. Alone." He stepped towards her and kissed her cheek before grabbing a mug from the kitchen counter. She watched him go as the familiar sense of worry dug into her stomach. She knew they were partners, that she had chosen to come back to SI10 and that they had finally admitted their feelings but something was wrong. The aftermath of the Thriller Killer case wasn't just affecting her. She shook her head before rinsing her mug and following him out of the house. Something was wrong, she just didn't know what.

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