PJ Hasham sat in his car for a few moments, trying to will himself to get out and go to work. Two years and a day. And counting. And she was still gone. Still never coming back, and still the thought tore a gaping hole in his heart. Shaking his head, PJ ran a tired hand through his hair, and down across his face, as if trying to smooth the memories away. It wasn't as if he had a choice, really. He had to move on, it was either that or curl up and die, and Nick was right, he owed it to her, to Maggie, to keep going. He couldn't let her down, couldn't give up when he knew full well that she would have kicked his behind if he had even dared to even think of doing so.

Straightening up as he locked the car door, PJ set himself up for the day. Put his thoughts in order. Tenderly, lovingly put Maggie to the back of his mind and faced the future. Pushing the door open, he managed a smile for Susie, who smiled back.

"Got a result on that shooter from yesterday" she said.

PJ frowned, "Shooter?"

"You know, the guy who shot at that moron's girlfriend, the one you – "she stopped, and realisation crossed PJ's features.

"Ah. Them. Yeah, ah, sorry about that. It's not, it's just – well, yesterday wasn't a good day for me. I – it's – "

"I know PJ. And for what it's worth, and even though I didn't know her, I'm sorry." Susie said, watching as PJ smiled sadly, before moving across and hanging his jacket behind his office door.

"Thanks, Suse. Just – thanks." He smiled, and then took a deep breath. "Ok, so this shooter…."

"Right, ok. Well, it seems that that lovely young man Mr Van Doorn and his poor girlfriend – "PJ almost cracked a smile at that," were the unfortunate victims of Matty Torland and his new gun. Apparently Matty was practicing his aim, and Van Doorn wandered into range right at the wrong time. Matty was terrified, and not just because he only just missed them – he was on the Van Doorn land, as Mo Torland has forbidden Matty practicing at home."

This time PJ did smile. Mo Torland was well known as running her family with a rod of steel. Her eight kids almost never put a foot wrong, and if they did, Mo came down on them like a tonne of bricks. That's not to say she didn't love them, no, that was the other thing Mo was known for, her undying devotion to her kids – but her love was only rivaled by her discipline. And Matty, being the youngest, was the favourite, and thus couldn't put a foot wrong.

"So where's Matty then?" PJ asked. "In the cells?"

Susie grinned. "Something much, much worse. Fined for trespassing, confiscated the gun, suspended the licence and sent him home. Back to the waiting arms of Mo"

"Oh, now that was just mean," PJ laughed. "What did the Van Doorn's think?"

"Well, after much huffing and puffing, they backed off – mostly after I told them that they'd have to stay here for the court case and that it might take up to four months to even get to court, let alone the case itself being tried" Susie's grin widened.

"What did the Boss say to that then" PJ grinned back.

"Not entirely sure actually," Susie said, "He's not here"

"What? Where is he?"

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Standing on the front porch of Mel's house, hearing the footsteps inside move towards the door, Tom's stomach was turning a complex suite of somersaults, backflips and handstands all at the same time. Glancing over at him, Zoe moved a little closer, and Tom smiled faintly at her gesture of support. The voice, that voice that they'd heard calling out to them – it could have been hers, could have been Maggie, but –

"I don't KNOW" Tom whispered fiercely, more to himself than to Zoe or Kay. "I just – I don't know"

The voice called out again as the footsteps neared the door. "Who is it?"

"Mel, it's Kay, Kay from next door."

"Kay?" they all heard the sounds of locks being undone, and the glare from the porchlight made Tom shield his eyes in surprise. The door swung open and Kay stepped forward, in front of Tom and Zoe. "Kay, are you all right? It's late and – Kay, what's going on?" Mel glanced around Kay, her eyes coming to rest on the couple stood behind her neighbour.

"Mel, these are – " Kay hesitated, not really sure of what to say.

Tom, meanwhile, had lowered his arm, his tired eyes finally focusing on the woman in front of him. His voice was little more than a whisper.

"Maggie."