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We are going where?

Spikings marched out of his office, towards Chas' desk. Clearly annoyed the Welshman was in no mood to wait for Chas to realise he was standing there.

"Any sign of Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee?"

"Harry and Dempsey? No. Not yet."

"Tell them to come into my office. The moment they get in."

"Sir." Chas nodded before returning his attention to the typewriter. "Dave's mum called. He's being discharged home tomorrow. He's fine."

"Good." Spikings nodded, although the youngest member of the team seemed to be the most annoying he genuinely liked the young DC. "At least we have some good news today. Chas, I want those two in my office the moment they return. I have spent the last two hours on the phone trying to swing some co-operation from our counterparts in South Wales. I do not want those two to blow it."

"Wales?" Chas looked up.

"It's where Julie is. Her and the children may very well be in danger. I just wanted to reinterview her. See if there has been any trouble since she moved there."

"And Harry and Dempsey need to go to Wales to do that?"

"Well, if Mohammed won't come to the mountain." Spikings snapped. "Yes, we need to know. She is the only survivng witness. Stephen was so badly injured that he killed himself. He couldn't live with what that man did."

"I just don't like the idea of us being outside of London. It never really goes well." Chas reasoned. Spikings raised an eyebrow before marching back to his office.

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Dempsey guided a calmer Harry back to the car as the rain began to abate. He was still worried about her but knew she would only open up to him again if she really had to. He shook his head, hoping he had been belived. She meant more to him than any woman he had ever known, she had to see that? Surely. He walked around to the driver's side of the car, surprised that she didn't argue with him.

"Charlie Oscar." Harry rolled her eyes as she picked up the radio.

"Charlie Oscar One. Over." She spoke.

"You are wanted back here." Chas' voice came over the crackly radio. Dempsey pulled a face.

"So nice to feel the love, Chas."

"Just get back here." Chas continued. "I don't want to know where you are now and I don't think Spikings will. Just don't be long getting back here. Either of you."

"On our way." Harry sighed as Dempsey started the engine. All she really wanted to do was go home and bury her face in her pillow, forget all about her ex husband and his numerous affairs and try to sleep. It seemed she wasn't going to be so lucky.

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"What?" Harry stared at Spikings as the older man sat behind his desk. Dempsey leant against the office wall, equally amazed at what he was hearing.

"You are to go to Cardiff. Meet DCI Brett Sullivan and his team. They are also major crimes."

"Not SI10." Dempsey clarified. "These guys wont be armed."

"No. They do not carry firearms as we do." Spikings stated. "But you will also have to leave yours behind in London." Dempsey's eyes grew wide. Harry smirked at the idea of Dempsey not having access to his firearm. It was probably the most absurd thing he had heard in years.

"How can we go there? Won't we be treading on their toes?"

"Makepeace, I have cleared it. Now I have reason to believe a key witness is in danger and we still have no idea if the dead man is linked to all this. All we do know is that this case is taking on a life of its own and I don't like it." He watched as Harry tried to find the words she needed. The case was too personal to all of the original team. She wanted to protect them as much as she wanted to stop history repeating itself.

"Cardiff, by 8pm tonight. Keep in contact. As for places to stay, Brett is arranging a B&B for you near the station." He returned to his paperwork, effectively dismissing them. Moments later they were both in the outer office with Chas watching them.

"Cardiff. But that's another country." Dempsey sighed.

"No, it's the capital city of another country, Wales to be exact." Harry sat at her desk. "I don't believe this."

"I don't like this either." Chas stated. "This is not right, it just isn't right."

"So? We talk to Julie and come home. Simple."

Harry couldn't help but smile slightly at Dempsey calling London home. She just hoped he was right.

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A/N More soon.