Lyn stretched and yawned. 'God, Laura. How much have we had to drink? I'm totally pissed.' Laura was a little tipsy but not too bad. 'You lightweight! You're out of practise now you're a mother, that's all. Fancy a cup of tea?'

'Hell yeah' replied Lyn. 'I'll make it if you tell me where things are.' Laura directed her to the mugs and tea bags in the cupboard above the kettle. She giggled when she opened it and saw the 'World's Greatest Grandad' mug she had sent her Dad for father's day sitting there. She supposed she was past looking for clues now she had all the facts but she'd been quite enjoying the game. 'Dammit' she mumbled drunkenly. 'I can't remember what number I was up to.' She turned to face Laura. 'Did the order count as a separate clue or was it still part of the drawers?' Laura had no idea what she was talking about. 'Um, I'm not sure. How about you sit down and I'll make the tea.' Lyn nodded, frowning in concentration. 'Thanks, I'll tell James. I think it's four.' She walked over to the sofa and flopped down, before realising her phone was in the back pocket of her jeans so she wriggled her hips to try and reach it without standing up again. Laura was still puzzling over her last comment but put it down to Lyn having been drinking the whole time she'd been talking. Understandable, if someone had sat her down and started talking about what a gentle lover her father had been she probably would have resorted to alcohol as well.

She made a pot of tea and brought it over to the sofa where Lyn was staring intently at her phone, trying to write a message. Laura sneaked a look over her shoulder. She ws on facebook and hes message read "Clue 4 (or 3, not sure): grandfather mug. Ha!"

She looked at who is was being sent to - James Hathaway. Suddenly she realised she'd been played. Lyn was spying for Hathaway the sneaky bugger. She didn't begrudge Lyn wanting to know about her father's life and who he shared it with but Hathaway, what a little rat!

Just then she heard a car pull into the driveway. Robbie! She went to open the door before he knocked. Hathaway was with him. His phone beeped as he walked up the drive and he pulled it out of the inside of his jacket and checked it. His poker face gave nothing away but Laura wasn't going to let him get off that easily. 'It's in the cupboard above the kettle if you want to check' she said frostily, her hands on her hips. Hathaway looked up at her and frowned very slightly. 'I don't know what you're talking about I'm sure' he replied as annoyingly smug as he could manage.

Lewis was confused. 'What the hell are you two on about? And where's me daughter?'

Laura smiled. 'She's on the sofa. She may be a little the worse for wear. There's tea in the pot if you want some. Make sure she has that or water before she passes out.' He smiled, nodded and headed inside.

Laura stood her ground, blocking James entry to the house. 'You are a sneaky sod' she said, trying to sound cross. James shrugged. 'Well if you and the good DI Lewis weren't sneaking around behind my back I wouldn't have to sneak around behind yours.'

Laura narrowed her eyes and glared at him but couldn't think of a sharp enough retort so she caved and let him into the house. She joined Lyn and Robbie on the sofa as Robbie poured tea into the two mugs she'd laid out. James brought over two more, one each for himself and his boss. 'This is for you, sir' he said placing down the grandad mug. Lewis frowned, first at him, then at Laura. She shrugged apologetically. James sat down in the arm chair and continued. 'The jigs up, I'm afraid, sir. I planted a mole, you see, and she has detective genes. I'm afraid the evidence is pretty incriminating.' Lyn leaned forward and, looking at James added proudly 'and the confession, I extracted a confession!'

James' eyebrows shot up. 'Good work, Inspector Lewis, good work.' Laura poked him in the arm while Robbie just looked confused. 'Will somebody please tell me what the bloody hell is going on?' Laura smiled, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. 'I think "we" are not a secret anymore.' she said gently. 'James is being such a smug arse because he knows.'

'How does he know?' asked Robbie, frowning.

'Lyn told him?'

'How does Lyn know?'

'I told her'

'Why did you tell her?'

'Because she asked'.

Lyn nodded sheepishly as she clasped her mug to her, being careful not to spill any. 'I did ask. I wanted to know.'

Robbie looked hurt. 'You could've asked me, love.'

Lyn laughed and hiccupped. 'I have asked you, several times. You never answer my questions. Anyway, I can stop asking now because I know you're ok. You don't have to tell me anything else. I just wanted to know that you were alright.' She sat back and took a long slurp of tea.

Laura leaned against Robbie's shoulder and whispered in his ear. 'She's pretty drunk, take her bags up and show here where the spare room is?'

'Aye,' he replied 'I think that's best.'

Lyn slurred her goodnight's and her Dad grabbed her bag from the hall way and led her upstairs, leaving Laura still glaring at James who was smugly drinking out of the grandad mug.

They didn't say anything until Robbie returned. 'She passed out straight away' he said. 'I left the bin by her bed. Remind me to take her up a glass of water when we go up.'

He collapsed on the sofa and put his arm around Laura, pulling her close before settling back. James smiled. 'Clue 5: snuggling on the sofa.'

Robbie pretended to be cross. 'Ah, leave it off, man. As you said, the jigs up.'

James leaned forward. 'Well, I'm not so sure, sir. All I have is circumstantial evidence and a witness saying she received a confession who is, if you'll excuse the expression sir, given that she's your daughter, off her tits. Her tesimony would hardly be accepted in court. To close this case what I really need is a written, signed confession from yourself.'

Robbie raised his eyebrows. 'It won't be valid in court either. This counts as duress!'

James shrugged. 'I'll take what I can get, sir.' He looked at his boss expectantly with his eyebrows raised in challenge.

Robbie sighed. 'If it'll shut you up, give us a pen and a bit o' paper then.' Hathaway produced a biro and a notebook from the depths of the inner lining of his jacket and handed them over.

Laura looked over Robbie's shoulder as he wrote and smiled.

'I, Robert Lewis, declare that I love Laura Hobson and that we are in a relationship, not that it's any of your bloody business. Now piss off. Signed: R Lewis.'