As Harry slipped into the bath, she luxuriated in the bubbles surrounding her body. She closed her eyes and leant back against the bath. She wanted to relieve herself from all the stresses of the day. This case had got to Dempsey like no other. She knew the regret he felt about Joey – something he didn't allow himself to show 99 of the time. She had felt honoured when Dempsey had decided to confide in her that night. Their relationship had progressed so much since they had first met each other. She loved being in his company and accepted his presence in her personal space; something she would never have done a year ago. As she lay back, her eyes slowing drifting, she relaxed and wondered why the only picture she saw in her head was the face of her partner.

Downstairs, Dempsey had rang through to Harry's favourite Chinese takeout. He hadn't felt hungry before but since being in Harry's house, Dempsey felt a lot calmer. Even so, as he crashed down on to the sofa, he clenched his fist at the thought of Harry being hurt. He surprised himself at how strongly he felt for Harry's safety. His feelings for her ran far deeper than hers for him; he knew that, but even so, this didn't deter his dreams and hopes that one day, Harry would love him back. His mind wandered to happier times he had spent with her. The undercover roles flashed through his mind, and he paused at the Wheelman. He pictured Harry in his shirt, walking over to him with cups of tea. He remembered caressing her face and being so tempted to kiss her before Jack had interrupted them. He remembered how sexy she had looked sitting across the dinner table, and how when the shoot-out began, he cared for her safety over anyone else's, including his own. With fresh thoughts of them together in his mind, his eyes began to close as the turmoil of the day finally got the better of him, and instantly, he was asleep.

Meanwhile, Harry emptied the bath and clipped her hair up, so that soft strands gently caressed her face. She wandered into the bedroom, wrapped in the clean white towel Dempsey had left out for her. She contemplated getting dressed again seeing as Dempsey was downstairs, but she decided to change into her pyjamas. After all, they were the more comfortable option, and she felt at ease with Dempsey to be able to wear them in his presence. She chose her pretty silk ones. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, contemplating an evening with James, knowing it was end with him staying over. She made her way downstairs, and pushed the door to the lounge open, to be greeted with the sight of Dempsey lay spread eagled on her sofa, evidently fast asleep. She walked around quietly to the back of the sofa, looking at Dempsey. He needed the sleep; she knew, so she didn't want to wake him. She looked at his soft face, his head turned towards the right, his breathing deep and even.

"I wish I could sleep that heavily" Harry whispered.

She bent down closer to Dempsey's face to make sure he was asleep before continuing.

"I don't know what I would have done if anything had happened to you today."

Harry swallowed as her words involuntarily left her lips. She brought the hand down to stroke Dempsey's forehead lightly. Her hand hovered above him, but she decided against it in case she woke him up. She stared at him for a moment longer, but was then disturbed by a light knock at the door. She looked towards the door angrily in case Dempsey woke, but he didn't even flinch. She answered the door, and was greeted by the delivery man. She smiled as she recognised him, and retrieved her purse from the hall table, and taking the bags of food from him. She walked back into the lounge to get through to the kitchen. She saw that Dempsey had ordered her favourite food as she emptied the sweet and sour cartons equally onto two plates. She poured more wine for the two of them and got out the knives and forks for them both. The rattle of the cutlery made Dempsey stir, and he inhaled the scent of the Chinese food. He dragged himself off the sofa, and stopped in the doorframe as he watched Harry dish out the rice, and move the empty cartons and bags from the worktop and into the bin. He looked at how beautiful she looked and a smile played upon his lips. He leaned provocatively against the doorframe.

"That's what I like to see. A woman gettin' her man a decent meal!"

Harry turned around, surprised, but registered how gorgeous he looked, if a little dishevelled from sleep. Those brown eyes got her every time. God, she wished he was "her man!"

"I was just going to wake you. I figured you needed sleep, but knew you'd want food more!"

"You'd be right, as always."

Harry smiled at him as he approached her and stopped behind her as she finished serving the food.

"I chose your favourite."

Harry stopped as she once more felt his breath tickle her neck.

"So I see. Very well remembered, Dempsey!"

"Would anyone else remember the exact food to order, Harry?"

"Probably not." She admitted. "You're the only one I seem to eat takeaways with."

She couldn't help adding a sly dig. "Other men take their ladies out to restaurants! But as you are not "my man" as you so eloquently put it, I'll have to put up with takeaways for the foreseeable future!"

Harry's words cut Dempsey to the quick. Why couldn't she see that he wanted her so much? He answered her as coolly as she could.

"Hey. Just gimme a sign baby. I'll be your man any time!"

Dempsey gathered his plate of food and glass of wine from the counter so that he was stood next to Harry, their elbows touching. He turned to face her and whispered softly into her ear;

"Anytime."

With that, he turned and headed for the lounge. Harry followed his lead, and whispered softly to herself,

"I only wish you would."