First off the reviews again are amazing. Thank you soooo much. I need some advice. I want to write a Spooks Fic about Connie James and not sure whether to proceed or not because nobody was particularly fond of this character all except me. I know she turned traitor and killed poor Ben but I always see beyond the evil. I wrote one for Tessa Phillips a while back and it wasn't well recieved. I don't want to write it to be berated again. I loved Connie, I thought she was an amazing character and thought Gemma Jones who played her did a great job. Hoping there are some Spooks fans here. Anyway I'm also behind on my Scott & Bailey Fanfics and the S&B Fangirls will kill me if I fall behind on them, so I need to get back to them after this chapter but no fretting, I will update before the week is out. Alrighty my darlings here's another chapter for you because you're simply fab xx

Chapter 7

Kincade arrived home about 1am after stopping by the pub a few miles out. He hadn't meant to drink as much as he had but if people offer you drinks then whats a man to do. He came stumbling in the door and fell forward onto the floor, laughing as he went. James and M were sleeping when the noise woke M up.

"James. James wake up." She whsipered.

"Mmmmmm. What is it." He asked, sleepily.

"I think I heard something."

"Okay, don't worry. I'll go check it okay."

James could see M was still scared. Even though she knew Silva was dead, there was still that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she was still at risk. James got out of bed and grabbed his gun from under the pillow. He opened the bedroom door slowly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.

"M it's okay. It's just Kincade. Looks like he's had a few. Go back to sleep."

"You sure you don't want a hand."

"Go back to sleep." He replied, walking over to her and giving her a deep kiss.

M did as she was told and James went out and closed the bedroom door behind him. Kincade heard the noise and suddenly saw feet infront of him. He looked up and saw James staring down at him.

"You're drunk."

"That lad I am. Everywhere I turned folks were buying me drinks. What was I gonna do eh."

"Oh I don't know. Say thanks but no thanks. Come on."

James bent down and helped Kincade to his feet. He helped him into the kitchen and James put the kettle on and prepared a large cup of coffee for his friend.

"We were expecting you back hours ago."

"Yeah well I told you I'd give you some space. If I'm gonna have a cracking hangover tomorrow then it had better have been worth the bloody trouble."

James poured the coffee and sat it down infront of Kincade. Who drank it without fuss.

"So come on lad. Tell me. Is my hangover gonna be worth it."

"It was worth it."

"Yeah. About bloody time. Honestly, you're like a couple of bloody teenagers. So you two have erm…." He asked, nodding to the bedroom.

"Yes, we have. She decided to give us a go. I've finally made her realise I only want her. The house, the kids isn't important."

"You what." Kincade asked, confused.

"She said to me earlier that she's never be able to give me the things other women could. The big house. The chance at fatherhood."

"Oh. I never even though about that. So never having children wouldn't bother you. I regret it, everyday. Never finding the right woman to settle down with. Not being able to leave my posessions to anyone when I'm gone."

"You have me."

"How long has it been since I saw you. Years lad."

"Well maybe now it's time to change that. I'd fogotten how much I missed you. It's been good the last few weeks. Being around here again. You were always like a father to me and I'm sorry I haven't made more of an effort to stay in touch."

"You will always be welcome here. You and M. Whenever you need to escape London and MI6."

"Sounds like a good idea. I still can't believe she finally agreed. I can't describe how happy I am right now."

"Isn't it gonna be a bit awkward as work."

"Everyone will find out sooner or later and anyway I can be professional. I know how much the job means to her. Hell it means just as much to me. It's been a part of us for far too long. We'll manage. It's worth it."

"Well I'm happy for you lad. Both of you. Now if you'll excuse me, I should maybe get some sleep. Think I'll need it."

"Yeah. Do you need a hand."

"Thanks lad but I'm quite capable of putting on my pajamas. See you in the morning."

"Night."

James watched as Kincade walked to his room. He put the coffee mug in the sink and made his way back to the bedroom. He closed the door quietly behind him and got back into bed.

"Is he alright." M whispered.

"Yeah he's fine. He'll have one hell of a hangover though."

"As long as he's okay."

James gave a small smile to himself and rolled over to put his arm around M's waist pulling her close to him. The need to be near her as strong as it ever was. Secure in the fact she was safe.

To Be Continued…