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Dempsey drove in silence towards the small police station on the outskirts of Cardiff. All they knew was they had to meet a WDC Bethan Jones who would give them details of where they were staying. He didn't like not knowing the background to the case. He knew it had all happened when he had been in New York, but he knew it had affected his boss and Harry. That worried him. If Spikings was concerned enough to start liasing with the police force he had left as a constable then something was really wrong.
"Harry?" He looked over to where his partner was sleeping. She looked even younger when she was sleeping, as if the cares of the world had been taken from her. He smiled slightly, wishing that really was the case. "Harry? Hey? Makepeace. We're here."
"Oh." Harry woke up, realising Dempsey had parked the small white fiesta in the car park of the 'Central Police Station.'"Sorry."
"Come on, lets see what 5 star accomodation Bethan can provide for us."
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Harry stood next to Dempsey as they waited for the impossibly young police officer to end the call. She rolled her eyes as she saw them watching her.
"No. Tell, Mrs Evans we already have her statement." She paused. "No, I do not want to talk to her again. Llinos, please. I have two detectives from the Met waiting for me. I have to go." She hung up. "Sorry about that."
"It's ok." Harry smiled at her. "It's fine. We were told to speak to you about our accomodation."
"Oh yeah." Bethan nodded. "I was expecting two blokes."
"Harry is short for Harriet." Dempsey smiled slightly. "I made that mistake once."
"So I only booked one room." Bethan looked at her. "It was the last room we had. It's in Cathedral Road."
Dempsey smirked as Harry tried to keep her composure. It wouldn't be the first time they had shared a room but this would be different. This would be a planned arrangement, something different to all the other times when they could escape back to their own bed. Or when they could explain it away as comformting the other. This would be real. He took the address from the younger woman and led Harry out of the station, knowing it was going to be a long night.
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"Harry called." Chas stated as Spikings walked towards him. "They got to Cathedral Road in one piece. She asked that when we are arranging things like this we make it known that Harry is short for Harriet. I didn't ask why."
"What has got in to the woman?" Spikings shook his head. "Let me know what happens. I'm off to a meeting with the powers that be. God help me." He headed out of the office, barely able to hide his smirk but hoping his little attempt at matchmaking would help.
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Dempsey dropped his bag on the floor next to Harry's as they looked around the small room. The dark curtains blocked out most of the light but what little light crept through highlighted the dusty carpet and small twin beds that filled the room. Harry wrinkled her nose, wishing she was back in London.
"Well, it could be worse." She sighed. Dempsey nodded as he glanced at her. "At least there are two beds."
"Yeah." He sighed. "But now what?"
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A/N More soon.