As Dempsey shut the door, he followed Makepeace into the lounge where she removed her coat and placed her bag on the floor at the side of the sofa. She rubbed her head and grimaced slightly.

"What's the matter?" Harry noticed the concern in Dempsey's voice.

"Just a slight headache. It's probably because I'm so tired."

Dempsey swallowed. He felt guilty being here. An intruder. In the way. He walked away and placed his hand on the door handle of the lounge. Harry looked up.

"Where are you going?"

"I shouldn't be here, Harry. Look at you, you're exhausted! You don't need me clutterin' up the place."

Harry walked over to Dempsey, removing his hand from the door knob. She felt the electricity sizzle as she felt her hand slip into his. God, she wished he could feel what she felt.

"I don't want you to go."

Dempsey looked into Harry's eyes. He felt the soft skin of her hand, her fingers entwined with his. Her hand fit snugly into his. The perfect fit. He began to caress the palm of her hand with his thumb and smiled softly. He released her hand and removed his jacket slowly and threw it towards the sofa.

"At least let me go and run your bath then?"

Harry smiled. "Okay."

With that, Dempsey ascended upstairs to the bathroom, and Harry could slowly hear the sound of running water. She knew he probably wouldn't put her favourite bubble bath in, or remember to leave a clean towel out, but for some strange reason, she didn't seem to mind. Dempsey was in her house, running her bath. She felt oddly content, and she liked it. She made her way into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of wine, which she opened and poured two glasses. She took a sip and heaved a sigh. She wandered over to the sofa, and placed the two glasses on the table in front of it. She sat down for a moment and looked at Dempsey's jacket. She caressed the material and smiled softly. She picked up the jacket and held it close to her. She inhaled the familiar scent of Dempsey and involuntarily, she spoke quietly;

"If you only knew how I felt about you, James Dempsey."

"Your bath awaits honey!"

Harry jumped and pushed the jacket away from her as she turned around and saw Dempsey's head poking around the door, a grin on his face. Harry rose from the sofa and opened the door fully to Dempsey.

"Thank you."

She began to climb the stairs, and Dempsey made to follow. She turned around to face him.

"And where do you think you're going?!"

"I'm scrubbin' your back, remember?" Dempsey winked saucily.

"I seem to remember informing you that I could manage perfectly!" Harry couldn't help laughing.

"Worth a try! Still, I've left my watch on the window sill! I took it off so it wouldn't get lost in all the bubbles!"

Harry raised her eyebrows. "You actually put bubble bath in?!"

"Sure! You've got enough bottles in the cabinet, I could hardly forget, could I?!"

Harry smiled. "I suppose not! Still, I'll have to see which one you put in before I sing your praises!"

Dempsey smiled back. "Fair enough, partner! But can I quickly get my watch. I feel naked without it."

Harry's mind started working overtime as she imagined a naked Dempsey.

Stop it Harry. For God's sake, what's come over you tonight? It's just because you're over tired. The emotion and turmoil of the day. You won't feel like this tomorrow!

"Be quick then! I'm not having this bath getting cold!"

Dempsey smirked as he followed her to the bathroom. He entered the bathroom after Makepeace, who began removing her jewellery and placing it on the side. She looked at the luxurious bath directly in front of her and noticed her favourite 'Paris White Fleurs Joie De Vie' on the side of the bath . Dempsey found and fastened his watch. Harry struggled with the clasp on her necklace. She suddenly felt Dempsey's warm hands on top of hers as he made to remove her necklace for her.

"Here. Let me."

He unfastened the clasp and leaned forward, his arms around hers, holding the necklace in front of her. He moved his body so that it was in contact with hers, his chin coming in to rest upon her shoulder. He moved his eyes to see her own, and noticed they were looking straight ahead, in the direction of the bath. He whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her neck.

"Joie De Vie, right?"

Harry's heartbeat quickened, her body temperature shot up as she felt Dempsey's body next to hers. She breathed deeply as she reached with her left hand to remove the necklace from Dempsey's hands. Her head moved to look directly at him. They were so close, their noses were almost touching. She managed to whisper back to him,

"Right."

Dempsey paused for a moment and looked into Harry's eyes. He cared about this woman he was holding so much. It took all he could not to just kiss her there and then; her lips were so close, so tempting. He swallowed hard and smiled as he released her slowly and backed towards the door.

"Enjoy, Princess."

And with that, he made his way downstairs. Harry stood rooted to the spot for a moment. Her hand reached up to her neck where Dempsey's lips had been so close, and a smile began to play upon her lips.