Georgie came out of the stairwell to an empty lobby. There was no crowd watching two blokes having a brawl, no one at all except for the reception staff behind the desk. There was no sign of Jamie and certainly no sign of Elvis.

Georgie hurried around to the bar. Maybe Elvis had returned there to have a drink or four to drown his anger. She could the beat of the music as she approached and if she wasn't mistaken she could hear a slightly drunken version of "Summer Lovin'" from Grease being sung on the karaoke machine.

She pushed her way through the doors to see Fingers and Marie up on stage, singing their hearts out, not very well mind, with drinks in hand. Georgie finally located Spanner and Clare sitting at a table near the back corner. Making her way over to them she scanned the crowd looking for Elvis.

"Spanner, have you seen Elvis?" Georgie managed to yell over the din in the bar.

"No George," Spanner replied putting his drink down "I haven't seen him in ages." His eyes roamed over the crowd "He went to find you after you went off with Charlie. Didn't he find you?"

"Eventually...but he found Jamie first in the lobby."

"Oh shite!"

"Yeah, Lulu told him where I was this weekend and he turned up here to talk to me. But like I said Elvis found him first."

"I bet the boss wasn't happy about that little turn of events."

"No he wasn't. We had a few words actually." Georgie smiled ruefully at the pair of them.

"Do you want us to help you look for him?" Clare asked.

"No...No you two stay here, enjoy yourselves, I'll find him. Besides I need you to keep an eye on those two for me." Georgie pointed towards the stage where Fingers and Marie were continuing to murder the next song.

"Not a problem!" said Clare "We'll make sure they get back to their room, won't we?" she looked expectantly at Spanner.

"Sure we will." Spanner looked from Clare to Georgie "If you don't find the boss in the next half hour, you text me and come help look. Ok?"

Georgie nodded "Ok, but I'll find him. Thanks guys...goodnight!" And with Georgie headed out and away from the bar.

She walked back out to the lobby and looked once more but there was still no sign of him. She didn't think, no matter how angry he was, that he would go for a walk by himself here, he wasn't that dumb was he? "Yeah...he is that dumb when he's angry." Georgie sighed. Why were things never easy when it came to her and Elvis?

Georgie got her phone out as she headed out to the pool deck where only a couple of hours they had been laughing, eating and drinking with their friends and Georgie had started to think that maybe everything was right with the world. And now it had all gone 'Pete Tong' as Elvis liked to say.

Georgie pressed the phone to her ear as it connected. There was no one out on the pool deck, everything had been cleared and put away for the night. It was eerily quiet. Finally the phone was picked up "You know the drill!" Elvis' voice message played.

"Elvis...Jamie's gone. Where are you?"

Georgie made her way back inside. She debated about going to Charles but somehow she didn't think Elvis would go there if he knew Charles had a Skype call planned with Molly. She decided to head back up to her room, maybe he'd gone back there. Her phone pinged with a message from Spanner to say he still hadn't seen Elvis and he and Clare were trying to convince Fingers and Marie to call it a night.

"Good luck with that!" Georgie mumbled as she made her way out of the lift and towards her room. She stopped at Elvis' door and gave a tentative knock but there was no answer there either. Georgie sighed and a gnawing worry started to chew around her mind. She hurried to her room and burst through the door, tossing her key onto the bed.

She took her phone and stepped into the cool out onto the balcony. The ocean breeze gently lifting her hair around her face and shoulders. She held her phone to ear her ear again, praying that Elvis would pick up. As the phone rang, she became aware of their song "She Moves in Her Own Way" playing not that far away from her. Georgie knew Elvis has assigned her that ringtone.

"For fucks sake Elvis." Georgie muttered as she climbed across the space between their balconies. She pushed open the sliding door to find Elvis sitting on the end of his bed, his hand thrust into an ice bucket. His phone lay on the bed just out of his reach, her face flashing across the screen.

"You complete twat!" Georgie spat out "I've been worried sick."

"About him?" Elvis growled back.

"No you complete cockwomble...about you!"

Elvis' face creased into a smile as he looked at her "You're spending too much time with Molly. You're even beginning to sound like her."

Georgie crossed the space between them to slap him, hard like she had in the helicopter. As Elvis lifted his hands to protect himself, Georgie saw the damage done to his hand. "Elvis, how the hell did you do that to yourself?" She gently cupped his hand, checking it with a few gently prods along the bones. The skin was bright red but very cold from Elvis having it shoved in the ice in the wine bucket.

Elvis grimaced as Georgie found a particularly tender spot. "You didn't hit Jamie did you? Where is he?"

"No George, I didn't hit your precious Jamie, as much as I wanted too. And I don't know where he is," Elvis responded "although I hope that it's as far away as possible from us. There is an us, isn't there?"

"He's not my Jamie, he's my ex. And right now I'm worried about your hand! Did you hear any popping or cracking when you did this?" Georgie continued to feel along the bones in his hand ignoring the last part of what Elvis had said.

"Nah...nothing that dramatic. Oooh that's a sore spot, right there."

Georgie stopped and looked into Elvis' eyes "Well if you didn't hit Jamie, what did you hit?"

Elvis held her gaze, trying to judge whether he should tell her the truth or push for an answer to the most important question he could think of, bar one. If he told her the truth it could mean hours in the hospital with x-rays and everything and that was the last place he really wanted to be tonight. "Nothing...I didn't hit anything."

"For fuck's sake Elvis! Do you think I'm stupid or something?" Georgie accidently squeezing his hand a little too tightly "Don't lie to me, you know that's the worst thing to do."

"Shit!" Elvis said as he pulled his hand away from her grip "I hit the wall across from your room, ok? No need to go down the torture path."

Georgie sighed "Was that so hard?"

"The wall was pretty solid."

Georgie gave him a withering look that would stop most squaddies in their tracks. "Well no more punching walls ok? I don't think there is any major damage done but maybe we do need to go to the hospital, get some x-rays you know. It'll certainly be a bit swollen and sore for a few days. And I'd better text Spanner and let him know I found you and where we're going."

Elvis pulled the phone from her grasp, looking at her intently, putting full meaning into his words "So Georgie...where are we going exactly?"