"Mark!" Hannah yelled as she buzzed for his apartment but received no answer. "Mark! Open this door right now! We need to talk!"

Mark heard her voice enter his apartment through the silver box attached near his door as he stood beside it, his finger tempting to press the button to let her in. He leaned against the wall with a bottle of vodka in one hand.

"Mark!" she screeched and he managed to hear her from outside, never mind through the intercom.

"God damn it!" she snapped. "Don't be an arse Mark!"

And then he buzzed her in. Hannah seized her chance and flew through the open door and away from the wondering eyes of people passing by the apartment block as she stormed up the stairs and into his apartment where the door was slightly open. The smell which first hit her was the smell of alcohol. Moving in, she saw Mark leaning against the wall in his small open spaced living area and she looked over at him, a bottle of clear liquid in his hand and the distinct drunken look.

"You've been drinking," she stated and he snorted.

"Well done Sherlock," he clapped sarcastically and she looked at him and he looked back at her.

"Why have you been drinking?" she asked him, picking up a full bottle of whisky. "You think this is the answer to your problems?"

"I only have one problem," he replied.

"Which is?"

"You," he snapped and Hannah rolled her eyes.

"You're drunk," she said, not taking in anything he had planned to say to her as she took the whisky bottle into the kitchen.

"I know what I'm saying!" he slurred. "You couldn't just tell him? You have to keep things to yourself, don't ya? To prove that you're not weak and can manage on your own...well...you know what? I'm fed up...if you're so independent then you won't mind me leaving."

"Shut up," Hannah whispered, looking at him. "You had no right to tell him something I told you in confidence!"

"And you have no right to make people worry over you...what is it Hannah? You like the attention? You like to keep people guessing about you so you know they care? Are you that much of an insecure bitch?" He yelled at her and Hannah threw the whisky bottle across the room, allowing it to smash a few yards away from Mark's head. The liquid went tumbling out the bottle as she continued her glaring at Mark.

"And you think that drinking helps?" Hannah snapped. "Have you not met my Aunty Sam?"

"She seemed content in her own happy world," Mark replied.

"Yes," Hannah agreed sarcastically. "Because hitting the bottle did her wonders."

"I need something..." Mark said. "To stop thinking about how we're stuck in a loveless relationship..."

"You think that, do you?" Hannah asked him.

"I think we're not going anywhere..." he stumbled a little as he moved to the side.

"All because of one argument?" Hannah replied.

"It's everything Hannah..." Mark said. "I don't know what to think...the baby...the rows..."

"You don't know what you're talking about. You're drunk." She replied.

"I think I know perfectly well what I'm talking about," he said. "I think we need a break."

"I swear that if you mean that," Hannah told him. "Then the break is permanent. I'm not doing it again."

"Then it looks like you're the one who broke up with me then."

...

"Hannah," Jess said when she saw the teen walk into the house and then straight through until she was in the back garden. She watched through the kitchen patio doors which were open how the teen sat on the grass and watched her brother as he crawled around.

"Hannah," Jess said again, moving out to sit by the teen. "Where have you been?"

"I...well...went to see Mark," she informed Jess. "And I wish I hadn't bothered."

"What happened?"

"He was drinking Jess," Hannah whispered, looking at her stepmother. "He was completely drunk...and he...we...I broke up with him."

"What?" Jess gasped and she rested a hand onto Hannah's folded arms.

"He said we should take a break...again..." Hannah murmured. "I told him that I couldn't do that because of last time and I said if he wanted that then there would be no coming back from the break..."

"And he agreed?"

"He told me as much," Hannah shrugged. "He said I would be the one who is breaking up with him...what do I do Jess?"

"I don't know," Jess admitted. "You two have always had your ups and downs...but never anything like this..." Jess continued watching her son, mindless in his own world.

"I still love him Jess," Hannah whispered. "Even if he was an arsehole."

"Don't let your dad hear you speak like that," Jess informed her.

"But I'm not going to put up with the rows...and now he's drinking...his flat reeked of alcohol..." Hannah wiped away a tear.

"You'll figure something out," Jess promised her. "You have to."

...

"Hannah and Mark have broken up," Jess informed Don as soon as he walked into their bedroom at ten at night after a long shift down at the precinct. Matthew was sleeping soundly in his crib at the bottom of the bed for Jess didn't want to leave him alone for too long.

"What?" Don asked and Jess nodded to confirm his beliefs.

"He told her that he wanted a break and she said she didn't want that and so they broke up. He's turned to drinking Don..." Jess worried for the boy's welfare. He had become part of the family and she did care what happened to him.

"Jesus," Don whispered and pulled his tie from his body and threw it onto the end of the bed. "Is Hannah in bed?"

"She went to her room at eight and I haven't seen her since...I think you should go talk to her..." Jess advised him.

"Even though she's still mad at me?" Don checked and Jess nodded.

"She's your daughter Don," Jess said. "Now go."

And being bossed around was something Don couldn't argue with. Slowly, he left their room, still in his suit and began to walk to Hannah's room. Slowly, he opened the door and saw her laid on her bed, facing the wall, her bedside light still pronouncing energy. Don gently walked over to the bed, not saying anything, and settled himself down onto the comfy mattress, his body laying flat. Suddenly, he saw Hannah turned her body around to face him and she buried her head into his chest, just below his neck. Don felt her sobs shake and he wrapped his arm around her waist as Hannah curled her hands up and rested them just below her chin. Neither of the pair spoke.