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Father's Day?
Ed stared at the table for a second trying to process what Clare had said. He had known she had married Mark for security more than love. He was a good man. Kind, good job, nice house, stable background. Shaking his head he realised what had made her think he was none of those things. Shaking his head for a moment he realised she had left the cafe. He turned and sprinted after her.
"Clare!" She was already at her car when he reached her.
"Ed."
"Rebecca. Becky."
"Are you her sperm donor?"
"Don't say it like that." Ed rested his hand on the car door, stopping her from opening it. "You and me, we weren't just a fling. Well, not for me anyway."
"I'm sorry Ed but that's all it was." Clare glared at him. "You and me were never Romeo and Juliet."
"She's my daughter." Ed stared at the curly haired woman. "Does Mark know?"
"He always did."
"Then why did no one tell me? Or Rebecca."
"Because she needed a dad not a friend."
"And what now?"
"You know."
"Clare."
"Jean Daniel is involved in this up to his neck. Your friend who died."
"Adam was not my friend." Ed stepped nearer to her, knowing that now he was finally getting his ex girlfriend to talk there was no way he was going to let her get away with not finishing her story. The gathering rain clouds were begining to reflect his mood.
"No but he married your friend. The blonde."
"How do you know all this?"
"I just do." Clare sighed. "Look, you know Jean Daniel wants you, Beckett and Ros dead."
"Had gathered that."
"Well, when he finds out I have been talking to you I'll be dead."
"No. I wont let that happen."
"Stupid man." Clare sighed. "You are Ed Mitchell. Not James Bond."
"Clare. What exactly are you involved with him for? He tried to blackmail you by kidnapping our daughter."
"Our?"
"Clare."
She looked around the street as cars whizzed past. She was clearly scared of something. Ed needed to know what.
"I have let him use my business. I didn't have a choice."
"Yeah. Yeah you did." Ed held her gaze. "You could have told me."
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Ros blinked as the doctor shone a light in her eye. Satisfied that his patient was out of immediate danger he left the room just as Beckett sat back down.
"Ros."
"Hi." She croaked, her voice still raspy from where the breathing tube had been in her throat.
"Alex and Jan have gone back to work."
"Ok." Ros swallowed as her eyes met his. "You?"
"Me?"
"You ok?"
"Yeah." Beckett smiled. "Ros, you scared me."
"Sorry." Ros held his gaze, she was exhausted and not really sure of what was going on. She glanced at her hand as Beckett touched it. In seconds she linked her fingers through his. Her other hand rested on her still flat abdomen.
"The baby."
"What?" Ros' voice was immediately more certain. Her eyes fixed on the wall opposite, unable or unwilling to look at him.
"The doctor says that the baby should be ok, despite the anaesthetic and well, everything."
"Ok." Ros couldn't help the relief that flooded her. She nodded once, aware that Beckett was still staring at her.
"You could have told me." He started. "About the headaches I mean. And well, about the baby."
"Nick." Ros' eyes snapped to his. Memories of the night they had ended up in bed came back to her and she shook her head. "You were with Crystal."
"No, not like that." He sighed. "It was not like that."
"What? You and her?"
"Ros, I was still in love with you." Beckett got to his feet as she tightened her hold on his hand. "Still am."
"Yeah?" Ros bit her bottom lip, her head muzzy from the brain surgery and the anaesthetic. She felt sick with nerves and pain as she held on to his hand.
"Me and Crystal. It's over." He held her gaze. "I."
"Nick, please." Ros blinked, her eyes were already heavy and she had no idea how long it would be before she fell asleep.
"What Ros? What do you want from me? The baby?"
"Of course it's yours." She snapped. Her anger at him asking fading as she saw the dopey grin on his face. "And as for what I want?"
"Yeah?" Beckett sat back down, his hand still holding hers. His free hand touched her face, turning her head towards his.
"You." She smiled. "That's all I want." Her eyes fell closed as he kissed her.
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"Ed." Alex spoke into her phone as she marched back to the office where Beth was with Jan. She knew her boss was expecting her to be at home but there was no way she was going to rest until they had the people responsible for Adam's death in custody. She didn't trust the police to do it. She listened to her friend as she saw the office door open ahead of her.
"Alex." Jan raised an eyebrow at her.
"Ed just called." Alex ignored the repremand in Jan's tone. Beth rolled her eyes.
"And?"
"And he thinks he has a lead. He asked me to look into Howarth and Hannah Construction."
"Why?"
"He said he knew someone who worked there had links to Jean Daniel in the past. Not to Cyberax but before then." She shrugged. Jan drew in a deep breath, clearly annoyed. For a moment Alex wasn't sure what was the cause this time. She waited a second before turning towards Beth. The welsh woman was clearly trying to keep out of the converation.
"Beth?"
"Oh now, dun you look at me. I just do the typing." Beth turned away. "You want to look into that madam you use your own computer."
"I wasn't going to ask you that. But since you mention it." Alex stepped towards her. "I need you to look into this." She handed her a piece of paper. "And then you can tell me who you were talking about."
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Ed zipped up his leather jacket as he reached his motorbike. The rain had got progressively worse and he was certain he was going to get soaked to the skin. Sighing heavily he started the engine not knowing how he was going to stop Clare from helping Jean Daniel or stop the man ever seeing Rebecca. He just knew he had to.
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A/N Next time Ed v Jean Daniel. Can Alex and Jan step in and what will happen with Ros and Beckett? Please review.