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The Case of the Ex?

Harry walked into the small drap office with Dempsey just behind her. The receptionist glared at her as Harry pulled her warrant card from her pocket.

"Police?"

"Yeah." Dempsey nodded. "And we want to talk to your boss."

"Catherine has no active cases at the moment." The board looking woman sighed. "We only see police by appointment."

"Not today." Harry snapped. Dempsey tried not to smile as her cut glass English accent caught the woman's attention. And who might you be?"

"Leanne Smith."

"Well, Leanne." Harry snapped. "Catherine Evans may well be your boss but right now you listen to us. I strongly suggest you step into that office and tell her Detective Sargeant Harriet Makepeace and Lieutenant James Dempsey are here to see her."

"Leu, what?"

"I'm NYPD, technically." Dempsey shrugged. "Long story, now Leanne. Run in there and do as Sargeant Makepeace says."

Leanne smiled coyly at him before disappearing into the inner office.

"How do you do that?"

"What can I say, Makepeace?" He smiled his best charm smile. "I'm irresistable."

"In your mind." Harry muttered as he raised an eyebrow. Seconds later Leanne returned with a slim blonde woman who looked more annoyed than he could ever remember seeing anyone.

"I am told you wish to speak to me."

"Catherine." Harry stepped forward.

"My office." Catherine turned on her heel before leading them into the small inner office with dirty venetian blinds and cigarette stained ceilings. An overflowing ashtray sat on her desk next to an electronic typewriter and a huge law encyclopedia.

"William Jones."

"There are a lot of people by that name." She rolled her eyes, already bored with the conversation.

"Yeah." Dempsey agreed. "But the one we are interested in was on your books. Recently released from prison. Assault, GBH, a whole load of other not so gentlemanly little tricks."

"There is such a thing as client confidentiality." Catherine snapped. Harry glared at her, ignoring Dempsey completely. "I couldn't tell you anything, even if I wanted to."

"Thirty minutes and I can have a search warrant. Rip this office to pieces, find what I want and leave you to clear up the mess. Twenty or so uniformed officers ripping the place to shreds should be enough to embarrass the service. I can see your manager loving that." Harry stepped nearer, knowing she had Catherine in a corner. The thinner woman nodded.

"Ok, ok." She picked up a heavy filofax. "It's in here somewhere" Moments later Harry was holding a post it note in her hand. "Oh and Harriet?"

"What?" Harry turned to face her.

"Give Robert my love." Harry stepped forward as Dempsey placed a hand on her arm.

"She is not worth it." He spoke calmly, ushering her out of the office. Harry stalked away from him, furious that she had been close to losing control and even more furious Dempsey had seen it.

"What was that in there?" Harry rounded on him.

"You tell me, because Princess you do not behave like that." He watched as she walked towards the small Ford Fiesta.

"Trust me, Dempsey you don't know the half of it." He grabbed her arm as she reached the driver's side of the small car and held on.

"No. I can see that. So tell me." His voice softened as she bit her lip. "Tell what is going on, because right now Princess I am lost."

"I."

"One minute you are running to your father's house."

"I had leave."

"Then you are back in work, creeping into my place in the middle of the night and biting my head off any chance you get. And for once I aint got a clue what I did wrong."

"What? Just this once?" Harry rolled her eyes.

"So? Tell me." Harry paused as the grey clouds above them began spitting rain over the earth below. "Because Harry, I am lost." Tears filled Harry's eyes as she avoided his gaze.

"I."

"This is me, Harry." He rested both hands on her shoulders. "This is us. Tell me."

"I'm sorry." She closed her eyes as he pulled her into his arms. "I'm going mad. Every time I close my eyes. Every time. I'm back there. A gunshot. A single gunshot and you're gone. It isn't me in that van. It's you and I can't lose you."

"You ain't gonna." He whispered as the rain began to fall. He was glad the office block they had just left had no windows on the side they were stood. There was no one to watch what he had been expecting to happen. It seemed Harry's confrontation with Catherine was enough to finally let her explode. In that moment the case was the last thing on his mind. Harry was too important. "I promise." He kissed her hair as he felt her tears. She froze for a moment.

"Or."

"You're him."

"Him? Robert." Dempsey had never met the man but hated him more than the devil himself. "I am not Robert Makepeace."

"I didn't say it made sense. But."

"He had an affair with Catherine, didn't he." He felt her nod against his chest. Swearing under his breath he pulled her away from him for a moment. The rain ran freely down both their faces.

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "Among others. Then he would say it was my fault. Too single minded, had a little job I was too involved with. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough. No good at. You know." She flushed and began stammering. Dempsey shook his head.

"This case has everyone worked up." He brushed her soaked hair out of her face "But I promise you I am not him. I would never treat you the way he did. I would never." He watched as she bit her lip. "I thought you trusted me."

"I do." She looked up, surprised at the tears in his eyes, but knowing should anyone else see he'd blame them on the rain getting in his face.

"Then how can you? How can you think?"

"It's me." Harry began shivering in the cold as the rain drenched her to the bone. "I'm sorry."

"No." He hugged her tightly. "No, you have nothing to be sorry for. I get it now. I get why you were annoyed with me this morning. Jeez, Harry." He sighed as she touched his face. "Don't you know I dreamed about waking up with you."

"So a face full of denim wasn't what you were picturing?"

"You throwing my clothes at me? No. Not exactly. But when the time comes. When we are both ok with everything that happened then." He kissed her gently. "Then everything will fall into place. Then, everything will be dynamite."

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A/N Not how I planned this chapter but please review and let me know. Will update soon.