The sound of hurried steps and raised voices behind the door of his bedroom woke him up as the first and made his head ache. He laid his hands on the face and rubbed the eyelids, while the small growl resounded on his right, and moment later his boyfriend rolled over and looked disoriented around the room.

'It's mum and Steph. From what I understood they're fighting over the bathroom.' Craig informed him with hoarse voice and with a deep sigh let his hands fall down back on the bed.

'It's not even seven.' John Paul pointed out as he glanced at the clock alarm.

'Today is Darren's big day, so it's understandable they're going crazy from the dawn. Everything has to look perfect. Especially the mothers of bride and groom.' He smirked.

'I know what you mean. I've been going through this five times, already.' John Paul sighed tiredly and rolled on the side so he could cuddle to his boyfriend. 'Just imagine the house full of women.' Craig smiled slightly and kissed the top of his head.

'I know you'd like to sleep a little longer, but we need to get up. We need to iron the clothes and I'm supposed to help Jack in pub. Mum insists to decorate it a bit.'

'I thought we already did it.' John Paul muttered and tickled Craig's skin with his warm breath. 'Everything's look fine for me.' He was doing everything to stay in bed, and he didn't hide it.

'Yea, but mum decided we need to decorate the counter and put more flowers around. She doesn't want people to think it's a birthday party.' He rolled his eyes. 'We put too much balloons around, she said.' But he was sure she'd change her mind a few times more before they hit the chapel. 'John Paul?' He gently nudged his lover, when he felt his breath steadied and there was no response from him. 'Wakey, wakey, baby! We need to get up, John.' He nudged him harder and smirked as he finally pulled back with a growl. 'We already have a lot of things to do.'

'Can't we really stay here?' His blue eyes looked at him with pleading. 'I could iron mine and yours clothes, while in the meantime you could help Jack downstairs. 'He suggested and fluttered his eyelashes. 'Please? Besides Frankie doesn't even know you're already here.' He reminded, and Craig had to admit he had a point.

'Fine, we can lie for a half hour.' Craig sighed, couldn't resist his charm. 'But no longer!' He added and waggled his finger at his smiling boyfriend. He didn't has to tell him that twice. John Paul immediately scooped closer to him and rested head on Craig's chest, ready to get back to sleep.

'We have a problem.' Charlie looked unimpressed, when Willy unceremoniously slipped into Darren's office he has been using since the man was on the vacation, with a look on the face which didn't bode anything good. And to make the matters worse he was just in the middle of buttoning up his shirt, and although he knew there was no valid reasons for him to feel nervous around his colleague anymore, he couldn't help but feel exposed in his company.

'What kind of problem, again?' He asked warily, regretting he has agreed to be a head of homicide, since Craig has been forced to be out of the station.

'You're going somewhere?' Instead of answer William asked with raised eyebrow, while his eyes darted around his body.

'Today is sergeant Osborne's wedding.' He said shortly and quickly wore his jacket to hide the chest from the lad's prying eyes. 'I wouldn't be around till tomorrow, but detective Thomson will be back tonight. If something happens, you can freely contact with her.'

'Oh, alright.' He nodded and shifted on his feet looking like he was considering something.

'So, till I'm still here, maybe you tell me what kind of problem do you have?' He asked impatiently, losing his patient to the man.

'Have you read today's newspaper?' His eyebrows raised in silent question.

'No, I didn't have time for this, so would you care to share what's happened?'

'Reporter from "New Age" get the information that the day when the prostitute has been killed in Clearwater, someone saw a blue van parking not far away from Mrs. Dray's house. No one ever seen that car over there.' Charlie frowned.

'So? It doesn't mean it has to be our killer's car. They're just trying to get any information from us, and they know they'd reach their target if they press at us like that.' He stated and waved a hand at him. 'I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. Besides we already talked with all neighbors, so I'm sure we checked everything.'

'Well, I know we were working pretty hard on both cases, but the article it's only the beginning of problem. I'm afraid there's something more in it.' Willy continued with serious face.

'Like what?' He shot a glare his colleague at the same time as his mobile phone buzzed.

'After reading the article in newspaper, DCC Davidson came over to say that two days ago they got a call from Mrs. Cruise who reported that her husband has been missing.'

'So, what? We're not supposed to search for missing people.' Charlie cut him shortly and glanced at the screen of his phone.

'The neighbors claimed they saw blue van outside the building at the same night the man has disappeared. I know it might be a coincidence, but Davidson said we might take a closer look at it.'

'But so far our killer was only chasing after prostitutes, and I believe he's not one of them?' Charlie raised his eyebrow, approaching the news with skeptic. 'Till we don't have a dead body and confirmation that the same car is used by the killer, it's not our matter, Willy.'

'Yea, you're right, but I thought it was worth to check it. Still it looks like the guy has been kidnapped, so there's a big possibility it'd be our case.' He smirked slightly.

'Yea, sure…What the fuck?!' Charlie suddenly yelled as he read the message he got.

'What's wrong, Charlie?' He asked worried. 'Some bad news?'

'I just got a message from Craig, that Darren's wedding is cancelled.' He said surprised and looked with disbelief at his colleague. 'What the hell that means?!' Willy only shrugged his arms and kept watching the man with stern face.

A small cafeteria on the corner of Charlotte and River Streets was already fully packed, although it was still early morning. His stomach grumbled at the smell of fresh pastries and warm coffee, reminding he hadn't eat breakfast yet. He was going to walk inside, when familiar silhouette sitting at one of the tables outside the cafeteria caught his eyes. He smiled slightly and with a wave of hand, approached the man.

'Hello, Spike. How are you?' The man asked him with a friendly smile and motioned at the opposite chair. 'I was afraid Myra wouldn't agree to let you meet with me, so far from her household.'

'She understands I was far too long away from the outside world, and I need to get out.' Spike smiled back and joined the man at the table. 'I think Darren bear it worse, than her.' He chuckled, remembered how Darren was following him around the house like a lap dog, his face stern and unhappy.

'He's so jealous of you?' He asked amused and pushed toward his guest a plate with two pancakes; with fresh fruits and poured with chocolate. 'I thought you might be hungry.' He added.

'Oh, thank you, but you didn't have to.'

'Yes, I have to. I dragged you out of your bed when the sun only rises and make your boyfriend jealous. Treat it as a recompense.'

'It's not your fault or mine that he's so stupid to be jealous of priest.' Spike retorted with a smirk and closed his eyes as he took a bite of his delicious breakfast. 'It's perfect.'

'I'm glad, then.' He nodded with unfading smile. 'So, did Myra told you why did I want to meet with you?'

'You need a volunteer.' He said simply, already knowing most of details of his new job.

'You know how to talk with people, understand their needs and problems more than me. Of course you wouldn't work for free. I'd pay you for each day.' He assured him.

'You're helping these people for free, no one pays you, so why you would treat me different?' Spike raised his eyebrow questioningly. 'I treat it as a therapy.'

'It doesn't mean you don't need to eat and have where to sleep. We both know you can't stay in Myra's house forever and for your own sanity, you need to stand on your feet… I can't offer you too much, but I'm sure soon we'd fine more suitable work for you.'

'I already had one, Kieron, but I'd never come back, there.' He muttered with hanged down head.

'You've never tried anything else, so you don't know if there's any other job that make you happy.' Kieron reasoned and smiled again.

'You're always so optimistic?' He asked with a smirk, didn't know from where the man was taking so much positive energy.

'I believe that's the part of my job.' He replied with wide smile and motioned at the cafeteria behind Spike's back. 'What would you say about coffee. I hadn't drink any yet, so I'm dying to get my extra doze of caffeine.'

'With milk and sugar.' He nodded and took the last bite of his breakfast, while Kieron walked out toward the building.

He caught him by surprise; grabbed for his waist and unceremoniously pulled for a kiss, taking his breath away. He murmured and tried to push him away as his boyfriend's hands slipped under his shirt so violently, the buttons almost popped out.

'You want to rip my shirt off?' He asked with a scowl, when he finally shoved him back. 'We're supposed to be on the way to church.' He quickly smothered his shirt and walked away in case if the man decides to attack him again.

'It's not my fault you look so sexy in suit. I can't take my eyes off of you.' He murmured seductively and followed him with a smirk. 'If I knew you'd look so good in it, I'd force you to wear it more often.'

'Craig, someone can might walk on us!' He snapped and moved at the other end of the room. 'We need to go downstairs.'

'Mum is still trying to target Jake and Steph and Max are busy with kids, so we have a few minutes.' He tried to catch him for the lapels of his suit, but John Paul was quicker and clapped his hands away. 'Oh, come on, John Paul. You know you want this.' He kept tempting him with his puppy eyes, and John Paul was ready to give everything up for that one look on his boyfriend's face, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

'Craig, your brother isn't picking up his phone!' He growled as his mother's annoyed voice came through the wooden barrel. 'Where is he?!'

'I told you, mum. Jake was going to pick up Darren and drag him to the chapel in case if he got a second thought.' He replied with a snort. 'Although it's almost impossible to happen.' John Paul gave him one of his knowing smirks and with a shake of head reached for his phone. 'Don't worry, they're already in there, and that's why Jake switched off his phone.' It was logical, and there was no reason to get a red alert in head only because someone hasn't pick up his phone.

'Probably you're right.' Frankie agreed with a sigh, making Craig grin like Cheshire Cat. 'Are you two ready to go? We need to go to chapel before the ceremony starts.'

'Yes, we're ready, if Steph and Max are too.' He said unhappy and opened the door, when John Paul mouthed to him he's ready. 'Happy, now?' He asked not without a bit of sarcasm as he seized up his mother.

'I'd like you to keep your tongue on the leash, Craig. It's Darren's day and I don't want you to ruin it.' She said warily and moved aside so two men could left the room.

'I'm not going to talk with Darren, either with Susan, so there's no need to panic, mum. I wouldn't say a word.' But his grin only brought the other effect.

'As you forgot Sarah would be there, too.' She reminded him with stern face. 'She's Hannah's friend.' Craig's face immediately dropped down. 'I'm begging you, Craig, think twice before you speak up to her.'

'I don't see any reason to talk with her.' He replied sharply, his body tensed. 'Not then, and surely not now.' He added warily and rubbed the back of his neck.

'And you should Craig. For your own good.' Her face softened and her eyes gazed back at him with warmness. 'It lasts too long, and it's the right time to accept and deal with some things from the past.' John Paul shuffled nervously on his feet, didn't like the way they are talking; like they're hiding something from him, like Craig has another secrets he hadn't share with him.

'I know what I'm doing, mum. Thanks for concern, but I'm able to take care of myself on my own.' He said firmly with steady gaze, giving her a sign the conversation is over and he'd prefer to not bring it back.

'As you wish, Craig.' She seemed to be hurt by the way he dismissed her and wouldn't hear to any of her advices, but she decided to not pull the conversation further, knowing it'd only annoy her son and later he'd might do something stupid during the ceremony, and besides they need to go, if they don't want to be late.

'What she was talking about?' John Paul asked straight when Frankie only walked enough away to not hear them, and looked steadily at the man.

'It's nothing. She's just a big Drama Queen, that's all.' He rolled his eyes with a snort, but John Paul wasn't going to let him dismiss him so easily.

'If it was nothing, you wouldn't be all so nervous about that.' He stated simply, his eyes haven't left Craig's even for one moment, making him feel uncomfortable. 'So, would you tell me, or do I have to ask Frankie?' He might not liked threatening the man like that, but he knew it was the only way to get any information from him. Craig seemed to know that, too, as he shifted on his feet with a stern face, looking like he was already considering what to tell him.

'Look, we'd discuss it later, alright? I see Jack is back and he seems to be nervous.' John Paul hadn't say a word, but a flash of disappointment in his blue eyes was enough of the answer to know what he was feeling right now. 'Jack, what's wrong?' Craig asked with a nervous smile as he kept feeling his boyfriend's intensive stare on his back.

'Where's your mother?' He asked with rapid breathing, his eyes darted around the room. 'I'm afraid we have a problem.' Before Craig could say anything, Frankie appeared like someone just used the magic wand, in hands keeping the bouquets of white flowers.

'What you mean by we have a problem?' She asked quickly, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

'Just don't panic, Frankie, I'm sure we can do something about that…' He said calmly with raised up hands. 'We still have a lot of time…'

'Jack, just tell me what's happened?!' She demanded with shrinking voice. 'It's Darren, isn't it? What he has done, this time?!' Her face reddened with anger. 'Don't tell me has a second thought!'

'It's not about Darren, only about priest!'

'A priest?' Craig repeated with frown. 'What about him? He hasn't show up yet, or what?'

'Well, he did, but the problem is he has said he's not going to take a part in ceremony. I don't know why, but he looked quite irate.' Jack replied carefully. 'Jake was trying to stop him…' Frankie pushed roughly the bouquet of flowers into Craig's hands and violently passed by Jack.

'We have to stop him!' She ordered and almost run away with the door's of the flat. 'Stephanie go down the chapel and find out what's happened, in the meantime me, Jack and Craig drag the priest back for ceremony!' Craig ran the hand over his face, knowing that with so many preparations, this day couldn't go better. It'd be impossible.

'But mum, we're in the middle!' Steph cried, while she was fighting with the buttons of her daughter's little dress.

'She's going to fight him down and drag back to chapel, or what?' John Paul asked him quietly, in disbelief watching Craig's family running out of the flat.

'Now, you'll understand what I meant when I said you better not ruin my mum's plans. She got crazy about that wedding so much, I wouldn't be surprised if she just knock him off.' He shook his head. 'Come on, John Paul. We need to take care of situation, before mum would lay her hands on priest.' John Paul couldn't help a small smirk forming on his lips as the small figure of his lover tried to chase the rest of Dean-Osborne's family.

'If you're ready we could start this Monday. I have two families living near Myra's house who need our help, and she wouldn't have nothing against you leaving the house as you'll be still around.' Spike smiled slightly and put his cup of coffee down at the table, while Kieron kept watching him with unhidden hope he'd agree.

'The sooner we start, the better for me.' He nodded. 'I'm getting crazy sitting in that house all the time. I don't want to sound ungrateful, as John Paul has amazing family, but after few days of dealing with these all women, you just want to run away with scream.' Kieron chuckled.

'I'm sure they'd understand.' He said with smile and looked at something above man's shoulder. 'Isn't it Niall?' He asked with a frown.

'Don't think so. Shouldn't be in hospital, already?' Spike surprised turned around on his chair and settled his eyes at familiar man walking across the street, straight toward the café they're sitting in. 'But, it's him.' He added stunned, while in the meantime Kieron stood up and called the other man. Spike wanted to protest, in mind still having their last unpleasant encounter, but Niall already heard the priest and fixed his dark eyes at them.

'Why don't you sit with us?' Kieron offered and motioned at the free chair at Spike's right side. 'I'd get a coffee for you.'

'I'm kind of busy, Kieron, right now. Maybe next time.' Spike smirked under the nose and took a sip of coffee, already knowing he just didn't want to sit with him at one table, seeing he was keep watching him as he was making an excuse to the priest. 'I'm with someone.' He added quickly like he has read in Spike's mind and rubbed his hands together.

'Well, in that case we wouldn't stop you.' The priest gave him a warm smile and sat back on his chair. 'Don't worry I wouldn't say Myra a word.' He added with confident wink, but the expression Niall gave them said he hasn't understand what the man was trying pointing out.

'I think there might be some misunderstanding between us…' He began carefully, but Spike's snicker prevented him from finish the sentence.

'Niall, you don't have to explain yourself…'

'Well, it looks like I have to.' Niall disagreed, a ghostly smile appeared on his face as he watched laughing Spike whose shining brightly, hazel eyes quickened his heartbeat. His anger toward the other man disappeared in a minute and he was proud that indeed it was him, not Darren, who made him laugh.

'Don't worry, everything's safe with me.' Kieron assured and for once Niall wished he could just himself up, and let him focus on other matter. But Spike already noticed he has been watched for a much longer than it was needed, and his laugh died on his lips. The pair of hazel eyes were watching him with curiously; he didn't seem to be angry or upset, he was more like concerned. Niall stepped forward, his eyes lingered with the object of his affection. Spike knew that look; he was not supposed to look at him like that, he knew there was nothing going to happen between them. He quickly broke the eye contact and looked down at the table, hoping Niall would understand and just go away.

'Ah, there you are!' Niall shuddered and took his eyes off of Spike as the sudden male drawl on his right, recalled him he hadn't come up here alone. Before he settled his stare at walking into his direction companion, he caught a glimpse of Kieron's face who in return raised his eyebrows in utter surprise and darted eyes between him and Spike in silent question, on which the man didn't feel ready to answer. Besides he knew the priest enough, to be sure that he get the Niall has been given the mitten.

'Sorry, mate, I just bumped into my friends and we chat for a while, but now, I'm all yours.' He was going to bid farewell , when his mate in quick steps joined him and gave him a slap on the shoulder.

'It's okay, really. There was a queue in the shop, so one of us have to wait, regardless of if you'd bumped onto your friends or not.' He assured him and with a big grin on his face he looked around the garden to might meet Niall's friends.

'Look, I…' Niall wanted to protest and caught his arm to not let him get closer, but it was already too late. The person who wasn't supposed to see him, already settled his eyes at the short man, lips moving in utter amazement, although no sound left them yet. 'Don't think it's a good idea.' He finished quietly more to himself than to others, watch in suspense the two men whose just realized their mutual presence in the café.

'My, my, who would thought the world could be so small that we'd meet again, Sunshine.' The man drawled with a warm smile, familiar white t-shirt illuminated in the rays of sun, making him look even more unreal in the eyes of other one.

'Teddy…' Spike whispered in disbelief, a small smile of relief crossed his face as he finally had sure that for that whole time man was safe and nothing bad happened to him. Without thinking he jumped off from his chair and in two steps joined the male nurse, before he grabbed for his shoulders and unceremoniously pulled him into tight embrace, forcing the other man to tilt over the metal fence on his toes. 'Teddy.' He repeated, a soft laugh escaped his lips.

'Nice to see you, too.' The man reciprocated a hug, although metal arrowhead of the fence hurt his stomach.

'What are you doing, here?' Spike asked as he finally pulled back with a big grin.

'I'm living on Charlotte Street, so I'm passing by that café almost every day. But the question is what you are doing, here?'

'He's living with us.' Niall answered before Spike had a chance to say a word.

'You know each other? But Teddy, he…' And then it clicked. 'It was you.' He darted his eyes from one man to another, trying to process in head what he has just learned. 'But how? You're a doctor, and Teddy…'

'I was asked for a favor.' The short man answered, saving his friend from the answer. 'Like I said, you had a guardian angel, but it wasn't me.' Spike shook his head in disbelief, his eyes darted toward Niall who found the dirt on his shoes more interesting than their conversation.

'Why you haven't tell me?' He asked softly.

'I didn't want you to think that you're owning me something.' Niall replied with a deep sigh, catching Spike's eyes. 'Besides it wasn't my idea at all. Mum was worrying you're alone there, so she asked me if I can do anything to make sure you're save there, and well, I just got some an idea.'

'It's just…'It was so unreal. 'I don't know what to say. If I know how much have you done for me…' He scratched his head.

'Then what?' Niall prompted with a snort. 'What would that change?'

'I don't know.' Spike answered truthfully, suddenly feeling stupid and embarrassment. 'Forget I said anything.' A small smile crossed the other man's face, before he settled his eyes at Teddy.

'Fancy a coffee? I'm sure you and Spike have a lot things to talk about.' The shorter man nodded his head and looked questioningly at Spike, who only shrugged and moved his eyes at Kieron who was trying to understand what was just going on around him.

John Paul slowed a bit and took a deep, long breath as between trees he noticed a hurrying down the patch priest. Only a few steps behind him was chasing after him Frankie, her shrink voice echoed around as she kept calling him to stop. John Paul would rather be staying in home with chattering Steph and her small kids, than chase the priest down the Hollyoak's Park. It was ridiculous.

'It should be Darren running after that priest, not mum.' Craig sneered on his right. 'It's his wedding.'

'No one's forced her to do that.' John Paul reminded him, waiting with accusations until he hears both sides. 'And you don't know if Darren tried to stop the priest in the church, or not.' Craig looked at him heavily, his neck covered with red stains caused by the anger, but he said no word, what made John Paul smile. He was glad that for once he wasn't trying to start another argue with him, but instead focused more on his family. A small smirk crossed his face, when Frankie's yells finally seemed to bring a good effect and priest not only slowed his pace, but even turned around.

'Come on, John Paul. We need to take care of situation, before someone's nerves pull over.' Craig ordered and hurried toward already arguing group.

'I even know who that would be.' John Paul muttered under his nose as he followed his lover, but unfortunately he had to say it a bit too loud than he thought, because Craig looked at him warily over his shoulder. 'I wasn't thinking about you!' He quickly assured him, before he could get offended on him.

'It doesn't matter if you thought about me or my mum. You could save it for yourself.' He snapped back, annoyed. John Paul didn't hide his surprise; he was doubting he'd get his mind work properly enough to understand about who he was talking, but this time it looked like Craig got his little remark correctly.

'I wouldn't thought you can be so perceptive, sweetie.' He said quietly with a silly grin. 'It looks I was giving you less credit than you deserve.'

'Are you trying your best to piss me off?' Anger flashed through his dark eyes.

'No, I just think you're very sexy when you're so perceptive.' He replied with innocent face, his blue eyes sparkled. 'I barely can keep my hands off of you. I just love when you're using that little brain of yours.' He knew he was pushing his luck, but he just loved watching how Craig's cheeks would flustered with embarrassment and he'd switched on the sulking mode.

'I don't know if I should feel flattered or insulted.' He said back, but the way his eyes darkened and he rubbed the back of his neck, John Paul would go with the first option. 'But, I'd think about that later, in home. When we'll be alone.' Craig coughed nervously, when his boyfriend moved his eyebrows suggestively. 'John Paul!' He scoffed.

'Sorry.' He said sheepishly, a big smile formed on his lips when Craig turned to him with his back, and followed the man with a light, quick steps as the conversation between Frankie and priest seemed to get more heated. They both arrived in time to help Jack to keep Frankie on the place as she was ready to jump at him and scratch his eyes off.

'It's against the rules, Mrs. Osborne! Let alone the whole wedding as you call it, insults me!' The priest yelled flustered and cleaned his face off the sweat with a handkerchief.

'But I don't understand, why!?' Frankie cried frustrated, close to tears. 'You know, Father, the groom and bride since they've been children! Is there something wrong with chapel's decoration?'

'That's why it hurts me even more, when I look at these two! I know them for so many years, but I would never, ever expected to see them together!' Even John Paul was baffled with the whole situation, didn't get at what the priest was hitting on.

'But, Father, we can't do nothing about for whom we're falling in love with! It just happens, and we need to accept it.' She said confused, didn't understand his whole attitude.

'But it doesn't mean I have to do that, too! They're not supposed to get married…at least not in that state!'

'What?' Craig frowned, getting lost with priest's each, new word.

'Is it because of the baby?' Jack prompted gently, and everyone almost gasped as the realization hit them.

'I just knew, they should wait until they get married!' Frankie yelled, close to despair, and ran hands over her face. 'But, Father, is it such a big crime for you, that they can't get married? I'm sure God would understand that. The child deserved to have a normal, loving family.'

'There's nothing in that chapel what our Lord would understand, Mrs. Osborne!' He hollered with red face. 'And a baby!' He crossed himself. 'It's against the all rules, Mrs. Osborne!'

'But, Father, just tell us straight, what upset you so much, that you're so irate with us.' Jack asked and wrapped arms around his almost crying her eyes out wife.

'Everything has been prepared just like it should be.' Craig said, deciding it was his turn to interfere and save the wedding. 'The whole chapel is decorated very frugally,' Frankie gave him a warily look. 'But very nice.' He added quickly with nervous smile. 'We have a groom, and a bride…'

'Exactly, a bride!' The priest scoffed suddenly, a disgust written over his whole face. 'It's just unbelievable!'

'Is there something wrong with a dress?!' Frankie cried, puzzled. 'But it's very modest and long, white dress, Father. Well, she has a few white roses saw to the front of dress, but I'd never thought it might be such a big problem. She looks just like a typical bride, to me.' She barely finished, when they heard loud clatter of heels and moment later Susan Ashworth along with her husband joined them with a stern face.

'What's going on, here, Frankie? Something wrong's with the dress?' She asked worried.

'It's not about dress!' The priest cried and again wiped his face off.

'Then about what?!'

'About who is wearing it!' He snapped and sighed heavily.

'So, it is about the baby.' Frankie said resigned and rested her forehead on Jack's shoulder. 'But, Father, these two young people love each other and they want to raise the baby together, so why they can't get marry?' She was ready to fall on the knees and beg him.

'Father, it's unethical!' Susan yelled, her beige hat cocked a bit. 'Not to say, that's your job to committee our children. You'd be pay for that!' If there was anything else what could offend the priest more, now, it surely wouldn't be anything more; the line has been already crossed.

'I don't believe my own ears!'

'Father, it's their big day, they were waiting for it for months, if not for years!' Frankie tried calm down the priest and persuade him to come back to chapel. 'Please, Father, come back to the chapel with us. They're waiting there for you, didn't understand what's going on.'

'Mrs. Osborne and Ashworth, I cannot…'

'Have a bit of mercy in your heart!' Susan cried, staring at the man with a challenge in her eyes.

'Look, I don't see a reason to start a fight with Father, as it wouldn't…' Craig started carefully, but he quickly has been silenced by the priest.

'Fine, we can go back, there. To look at your children, and answer for the question, is it really what we all really want.' Both mother sighed with relief, while John Paul and Craig exchanged puzzled looks.

'How would he know…' John Paul asked in whisper, when everyone passed by them.

'Know what?' Craig frowned his eyebrows.

'That Hannah and Darren aren't so eager to get marry.'

'Maybe that idiot said something to him.' Craig snapped and gnashed his teeth. 'I'd talk with him later and put a bit of oil to his head.'

'Well, I doubt you're the most appropriate person to do it.' John Paul couldn't stop himself from a little remark as they made their way toward chapel.

'Wasn't you, telling me how perceptive I am, few minutes ago?' He raised his eyebrow.

'There's a big difference between being perceptive and wise.' He retorted with a smirk.

'Smart ass. We'll see how you'd be singing later.' He sneered and caught a glimpse of two figures standing in the middle of chapel. 'Ah, there you are!' He smirked. 'Eager and ready.' He added, when he darted his eyes toward his boyfriend.

'We'll see.' John Paul replied carefully stopped on the short stairs.

'Why don't we take a closer look at your children?' The priest asked with a sneer, loud enough to be hear be young couple.

'If you Father, insists.' Mrs. Ashworth rolled her eyes. 'Like there's something what would surprise me.' She added quieter to Frankie, and both women nodded in unison, annoyed with the whole situation.

'I wish everything would be already over.' Jack muttered to his stepson and squeezed his shoulder.

'Not only you, Jack.' Craig sighed heavily, at the same time as the groom turned around and greeted them with a big grin. 'What the hell…?' He muttered as he watched the man in disbelief.

'Jake?!' Frankie squealed surprised, when her the oldest son offered his arm to hidden under tight veil Hannah, who seemed to have something with leg as the all way she kept limping. 'Where's Darren?'

'He's out.' He replied simply as that, without unfading grin.

'What you mean, he's out?!' She scoffed. 'He's supposed to be in, here!'

'He's out for the fag?' Craig asked with hope, although something deep down was telling him, their problems aren't going to end right now.

'No. Try again!' Jake almost laughed straight on his face, and he wondered if he took any drugs this morning.

'It's not funny, Jake!'Frankie muttered through clenched teeth. 'Tell us, where is your brother.'

'Hannah!' Susan shouted in demanding way, hands rested on her hips. 'Put the veil back and tell us where's Darren?'

'Hannah!?' The priest asked with a snort. 'It's not your daughter, Mrs. Ashworth, and like I said that lark it's insulting me!'

'Of course it is my daughter!' She cried flustered and with one, quick move she pulled the vein of the woman's face. 'I don't know, what are…' The rest of words turned into shrink scream, before Susan pulled back and landed straight into her husband's arms.

'Surprise!' The bride said weakly with sheepishly smile and looked questioningly at Jake who stood in front of his friend in defense way.

'Rhys Ashworth, can you explain us why are you wearing your sister's dress?' Frankie asked, close to heart attack, her eyes narrowed dangerously. 'And where's Hannah?'

'Well, she's out.'

'Out, where?! Their wedding starts in less than one hour.' She was shaking with anger.

'They're not going to come back, aren't they?' Craig asked and ran a hand over his face, couldn't understand this is happening.

'No.' Jake shook his head and finally stopped grinning. 'I'm sure it's safe that wedding is cancelled.' There was a loud cry leaving Frankie's mouth and hollow thump, when Susan's body collapsed on the hard floor.

'I'd bloody kill him.' Craig whispered with clenched fists as his eyes darted around the chapel.

It started innocently- he has made some sarcastic remark about his choose of t-shirt and in repay he had been tickled down to the squeaky bed. He tried to pushed him back off himself, but Darren quickly read his intention and pinned his arms above the head.

'That's not fair!' Spike cried, when the man sat down on his hips, cheeky grin formed on his lips. 'Let me go, Darren.'

'U-huh, you should know better to not make a laugh of my t-shirt.' He replied and moved his hands on Spike's neck. 'Now, you'd lie until I decide if you've been punished enough.' The man looked at him in disbelief and with a short laugh began crashing his legs under him, trying to kick him off. 'Lie still, Spikey, I'm stronger than you.' He chuckled.

'But I'm more flexible than you!'

'Oh, really?' He asked amused and almost laid fully at him to keep him in place. 'It looks like someone lost his condition.' He cooed with a grin, before he dipped his head down and gently bite down on the skin of man's neck.

'Darren! Myra would knock on this door in a minute and call us for a lunch. You know she has some kind of radar in her head, as she always appear when we're doing something we should do.' He muttered with a smirk and moved hands down his lover's chest, when he pulled back from him.

'You've been seeing with someone today?' He suddenly asked him with a straight face, his eyes darted to his face.

'Only with Kieron, this morning, but you know that.' He replied, surprised with the question and sudden change of behavior in his lover. 'Why do you ask?'

'You're smelling different.' He said, his eyes narrowed a bit.

'What you mean by I smell different?' He popped himself onto elbows and looked hardly at the other man.

'You're smelling of the man's perfume.' Darren said sharply. 'And it's not yours.' He slumped down from Spike's body and stood up on the one side of bed.

'I was in town, I'd probably touched someone when I passed by.' Spike said with a shrug, didn't understand why he was making such a big deal of this. 'It might be even Kieron's perfume…Don't tell me you're jealous of priest?'

'What? No! Course I'm not!' He snapped quickly and scratched his gelled hair with slightly red cheeks. 'Never mind.' He muttered and grabbed for his buzzing mobile phone lying on the night cabinet, while Spike's face has been adorned with triumphal smile.

'Work?' He asked casually, when Darren grabbed the phone and looked heavily at the screen, didn't look like he was going to answer it any soon.

'It's Craig.' He replied quietly and canceled it before threw the phone back.

'Craig? Why would he call you, now?' Spike raised his eyebrow questioningly, while his eyes followed his lover slumping down on the bed with a deep sigh.

'I guess he found out, I'm on the run.' He said with a slight smile and reached for man's hand to might fawn his unshaven cheek over it.

'Today's your wedding, isn't it?' Spike asked quietly, but he already knew the answer. He moved a bit down and rested his head on Darren's chest at the same time when the phone start ringing again. 'You know sooner or later, you'll have to answer it?'

'I know.' Darren muttered and tenderly stroked Spike's hair. 'But I want to give him a few days before we meet. He needs to calm down.'

'Gather a strength to face him up.' He improved him with a slight smile. 'It's gonna be okay, Darren. But you'd have to stop hiding.'

'Four days more and I'm back.' He assured him.

'Two, Darren. Two days, and you'd come back at the station. You have a serial killer on the run you need to deal with.'

'How do you know it?' Darren asked surprised and looked down at the shaggy, dark hair.

'I'm reading press, Darren. I might be not a policeman anymore, but I do want to know what's going on…Two days more and we'd meet with Craig and John Paul.' Spike suddenly announced and nuzzled into man's chest.

'You mean, me and you?'

'Well, we're both in it, aren't we?' He raised his head to might look into his lover's dark eyes.

'I love you.' Darren said quietly with a straight face, his soft eyes watched him with tenderness.

'I know, and I love you, too.'

William York shortly knocked on the door and swiftly slipped inside the room with hope he'd catch detective, before she leaves the station. Thankfully, he noticed her between Fred's and Charlie's desks, in hands holding a pile of folders which almost blocked her all face from seeing anything. He quickly rushed to the woman and grabbed for the half of papers, so she could breath with relief.

'Let me help you, Mrs. Thomson.' He offered.

'Lie it down on my desk, Willy.' She instructed with a warm smile, happy that someone saved her from her oppression. 'I thought I'm already the last, since Craig isn't around, yet.'

'I wish I could go back to home, but I was called to the phone in reception, and well, I can forget about any sleep, tonight.' He sighed heavily and put the folders down just where the older detective wanted them to be.

'Some emergency?' Bridget asked and rubbed her eyelids. 'Don't tell me it's him again?' She looked at him warily.

'If it wasn't nothing important, I wouldn't even think about bothering you, Mrs. Thomson.' William replied evasively. 'There was another murder, and another body.' He looked down at his hands, when the woman took a deep, long breath.

'My, God…It's him?'

'It sounds like him, but we're not sure, yet. Charlie is already on his way, and he asked me to get someone experienced down the town, to help him out.' He smiled apologetically at her. 'I'm sorry, but I couldn't find anyone, you were my last resort.'

'Everyone's were supposed to be on detective Darren Osborne's wedding, but things…' She paused for a moment and looked at him shortly. 'Doesn't matter. Of course I'd check what's happened.'

'Here's the address. I hope you wouldn't mind if I go there with you? I don't have a car.' He asked as he handed a piece of paper. 'I heard Svetlana will shortly join us at the place. She said she's living very close to the crime scene.'

'The more people, the quicker we finish the job.' Bridget summarized, her eyebrows moved up so highly, they hid under her fringe. 'Tell me, you're kidding me?' She looked at him speechless when she read the paper.

'I'm afraid, I'm not, Mrs. Thomson. It's very serious matter, isn't it? He's getting braver with each crime.' He stated and almost shuddered at this own words. Now, it doesn't matter if he's going to spend all night on the crime scene or comes back to home in the early morning, he just felt he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.