The next time she opened her eyes was hours later and she turned to see Dempsey asleep behind her, the video finished. She thought about moving then but despite this she put her head back down and closed her eyes once more.

Dempsey woke to daylight and it took him a few seconds to remember where he was. His heart jumped with excitement when he saw Harry in his arms. She had her face turned away from him and his one arm was underneath her, wrapped around her middle, his other hand resting on her arm. He lay completely still for a few moments just looking at her. Then his fingers started to stroke the soft skin on the inside of her arm, slowly running up and down it, loving the way she felt under his touch. She didn't stir so his hand moved of its own accord to slide down the side of her body, where it came into brief contact with the side of her breast. His heart began beating faster, he knew he shouldn't be doing this but his hands couldn't seem to get enough of feeling her. He turned his face into her shoulder and brushed his cheek against it, breathing in her scent. He would have to stop soon but he wanted to prolong the moment for as long as he possibly could.

Makepeace slowly opened her eyes as she felt something trail down her arm. She felt Dempsey behind her and realized suddenly that it was his fingers. She lay frozen, her heart thudding. Then his hand moved and her eyes widened in shock as she felt him touch the side of her body. Her face flooded with colour and her breathing quickened. Then his hand was at the side of her breast and she tried desperately to hide the sudden impulse to gasp. She felt his head move to her shoulder and she closed her eyes then, afraid he would know that she was awake.

He shifted slightly, bringing his chest into even closer contact with her back and, before she could stop herself, she trembled, her body instinctively pushing back against him. He lifted his head then to look at her face, she kept her eyes closed. Was she awake? He found himself wondering what she would do if he turned her around now and kissed her. How would she react? Would she slap him or would she kiss him back? Would she want him to touch her, as he desperately wanted to? He wanted to feel her react to him. He wanted to pleasure her; he'd never wanted anything so much.

The shrill sound of the telephone cut into the silence and Makepeace jumped up in shock. What on earth was she thinking of? She walked over to it and picked up the receiver. Spikings's voice on the other end of the telephone was like a slap of reality; she listened as he confirmed that Lock was missing from MI5 and that their reasoning that he was planning to go into hiding was correct. However, her mind was still reeling by the way she had reacted to Dempsey's touch. An even greater concern to her was the realization that, had he gone any further, she may not have stopped him. She had been thrilled by his closeness, and that thought startled her. With great effort she forced her mind back to the case. "Sir, might I suggest that Dempsey and I go to see my father today, he knew the Lock family. Who knows he may even be able to tell us where Lock is." Spikings agreed and before she put down the receiver, Makepeace assured him that they would report back with all the details.

On arriving at Winfield Hall they were greeted warmly by her father and taken into the bar, where they met with an old friend of the family. Harry soon fell into conversation with the woman and Dempsey took Winfield to one side. "Is there somewhere we could talk, it's about Harry."

"Why, yes of course, follow me."

He took Dempsey into the drawing room and they each took a seat. Dempsey began. "I'm going to come straight to the point, I think that Harry could be in danger but it's possible that you might be able to help." Winfield looked alarmed. "Anything, just ask it."

"Have you ever heard of a guy named Nathan Lock, or Piers, that was his father?" The colour drained from Winfield's face and he gave a distant look. "You okay?" He turned abruptly to Dempsey. "What are you caught up in with the Locks?"

"I've been told that Piers passed away recently but it's his son, Nathan, that worries me." Winfield processed the information and said, almost to himself, "So Piers finally passed away…leaving Nathan the entire family estate I assume. He will be disappearing off the scene now then." He turned his attention back to Dempsey. "What problem do you have with him?"

"I think he could be trying to get to Harry, he is implicated in a case we are investigating but he also claims connections to your family. What confuses me though is that he wants me dead, I'm certain of that, but he sure as hell doesn't want Harry dead, went out of his way to save her life. Still, that doesn't make her safe in my mind, I've got a gut feeling that he's going to try and take her."

"He saved her life." Winfield looked thoughtful. "Good, we're okay for the moment then but now that Piers has died, Lock is more dangerous than ever. If you think he wants to take Harry then I'm certain you are right. I thought this problem had been dealt with when she married that barrister husband of hers, but now she is in danger again, if Lock disappears I've got no leverage." Dempsey looked puzzled, he was desperately trying to fit the pieces of information together like a jigsaw puzzle but there were still gaps, which needed filling in. "Why does Lock want Harry? Why is he more dangerous now that he has inherited the estate? And why do you think he wants to disappear? You've got to fill me in more." Winfield looked at him with a serious expression. "I need you to protect her James, don't let her out of your sight until this is resolved." Dempsey held his hands out. "I would give my life for your daughter but if I'm going to find this Lock guy, I need more to go on."

"I'm sorry, if I could help you more I would but you are going to have to work this out yourself James, if I tell you any more, and he suspects it came from me, it will put her life in even more danger."

Dempsey paused then to think. "You said that the problem was solved when she got married, well she's still married isn't she?" Slowly a revelation crossed his face and he said to himself, "that's why she never got divorced then." Winfield cut in. "Look, Harry doesn't know anything about all of this, I always protected her from it. I went to her husband when they separated and explained it all. He agreed not to allow a divorce but she doesn't know why. However, it looks as though being married in itself is not enough any more. This chap you are dealing with doesn't follow the rules, his head is filled with a load of nonsense his father fed him."

"What if I find her husband, can he tell me more?" Winfield looked up suddenly. "No, he's too closely connected to me, don't approach him." Winfield added. "But you get this Lock chap now and I know he'd put him away for good. I never liked him myself but he always wanted Harry safe."

Dempsey sat back, looking at Winfield with interest. A question filled his head but he hesitated to ask it. Curiosity got the better of him. "D'she want to marry him?" Winfield looked surprised. "She wasn't pushed into it, but I think she married him for the wrong reasons."

"Yeah?"

"If I had wanted to get involved, I would have paired her with that school friend of hers, Simon I think his name was." Dempsey looked up suddenly at the mention of that name. "Simon?"

"Yes, a lovely chap, and he adored her but she was oblivious to him. Harry being Harry preferred his buddy, a more audacious fellow. The problem with her though is that she hides all her feelings inside and this boy she liked eventually left. She wasn't herself after that and then she met and married her husband. It all happened way too quickly if you ask me." Dempsey was fascinated. "This Simon guy, you think if he'd have told her how he felt, she'd have hooked up with him?"

"I think she still sees him now and again but they aren't a couple. I don't think he was her type but who knows in time, Harry never fails to surprise me." He looked at Dempsey then and reconsidered. "I could be wrong though, a lot has changed in her life recently." Dempsey frowned then as another thought hit him. "And this other guy who left, she seen him since?" He knew he was prying but he had to know. "She's never mentioned it to me."

"You think this Simon is still in touch with him?"

"Well if he is, he wouldn't want Harry to know about it." Dempsey ran a hand through his hair. "When she asks you about Lock…" Winfield cut in. "I'll tell her what she needs to know to be safe, you do your bit. But you have got to keep an eye on her, she's a wayward one that daughter of mine."

"Don't I know it!" They rose to leave the room then but Dempsey paused at the door. "That conversation, you know about…" He struggled to get the words out, Winfield interrupted. "Say nothing more James, you needed to know about her past for the case, right?" And he gave a wink.

They drove back to the house in silence, Dempsey was anxious not to say too much as he wasn't sure what exactly Winfield had told her. They entered the house and Dempsey went to put the heating on. Despite the fact that it was spring, the temperature had dropped as the day had progressed and the house had obviously been empty for a while before they had moved in, so there was a slight chill in the rooms. Makepeace sat at the kitchen table reading a newspaper and wondering how they would spend the evening again tonight. In an attempt to warm himself up a bit Dempsey poured himself a whiskey. He drank it quickly and hesitated before pouring another glass for him and one for Makepeace as well. He took it in to her. "Here." He said handing her the glass. "It aint too warm in here tonight, thought this would warm you up." She smiled taking the glass. "Thanks." He sat next to her. "You know I figure that you aren't Lock's only obsession. I think he is obsessed with the thought of having super bucks too, what do you think?" She studied him, sipping her drink. "I suppose, he did rather over emphasize it. Why?"

"Well if he was working for the Russians, I'll bet that kinda work would be worth a hell of a lot of cash."

"Hmm, and how would he hide that kind of money?"

"Your father said that now Piers was dead, Lock would be more dangerous than ever. Could he have poured the money into his father's estate and now that he has inherited it, he'd want to leave, quit while he's ahead before anyone else like Chapman found out what he was doin'?" Makepeace grinned at him. "You're not bad at this are you?"

"You only just realized?"

"You know but his father was rich anyway, what would be his obsession with accumulating that much wealth? To the extent that he would risk everythingfor the part he played in betraying the British government."

"Your father also said that he didn't 'follow the rules', some people just don't know when to stop."

"Perhaps." She sighed in frustration. "How on earth are we supposed to figure out someone like that, he's got to be completely insane!"

"Yep, that's precisely why we can't underestimate him at all. He's a dangerous man Harry. Don't forget that."

"Yes Dempsey, I know." She gave a sudden shiver. "Looks like this whiskey isn't working, a bath would be wonderful right now." Dempsey's face lit up. "Is that an invitation Harry?"

"Don't get carried away Dempsey, I only had a bath in mind."

"Why Lady Makepeace, what could be on your mind, so did I… of course if you needed me to scrub your back for you I'd be only glad to help out." She rose to leave the room.

"Thank you Dempsey but I can manage quite well on my own, I'm all grown up now." He watched her walk out. "Yes, I had noticed."