"Well that was a waste of time," Graves says once Angelo had closed the door.

"Not really. He couldn't get out of here fast enough and at least now he knows he's not going to just charm his way out of this."

"Well, he definitely doesn't like being considered a suspect. If I were you Joey, I'd watch out for him."

"I intend to."

"I'm serious Joey, there is something about that guy and it's not just because he couldn't drag his eyes away from our tits."

"Judging by the way his eyes shifted between us and the way he was covering himself, I'm pretty sure he was fantasising about having sex with one or both of us."

"Oh gross," she shudders as she remembers the way his eyes had watched them.

"Some seem to find him charming," Joey's voice full of mockery.

"I suppose there's no accounting for taste. I do kind of feel sorry for his fiancé if he's always like that when he's around women."

"Buckton doesn't deserve your pity."

"Jesus Joey, what's got you in such a mood, aside from being ogled by that creep?"

"There's a lot of unanswered questions and Buckton and Rosetta have the answers."

"There's no real proof against either them. All we have are Moreland's rants in his notebook."

"Trust me, they know something."

"I've known you for two years Joey and I usually trust your instincts, but Buckton didn't tell us anything we didn't already know about Holden and Moreland's deaths. Was she right Joey, do you have something against them?"

"Come on Graves, look at the crime rate here, the lack of arrests, the way witnesses suddenly change their minds, statements and evidence that goes missing; something is going on at this police station."

"That doesn't mean Buckton and Rosetta know anything about it and you didn't answer my question. Joey, when you say you have a feeling, you're usually right, but are you sure that your own experiences and anger aren't clouding your judgement in this case?"

Sitting back in her chair as she regards her partner, Joey reluctantly admits to her that maybe she is right. "I guess that's why I asked for you on this case; you always keep me in check."

"Don't bullshit me Joey, I'm the only one that will work with you."

"That too," grinning at her. "Why do you put up with me?"

"You're damn good at your job, you have an arrest rate the envy of most of the other detectives and just about everyone you arrest is convicted; I figured if I latched on to you, my career will go up with yours."

"Or down with mine when I've pushed too far."

"I can look after myself and if it ever came to that, as you're the senior partner, I'll just blame it all on you and save my own arse."

"I have always liked your honesty."

"Joey, everyone warned me about you, said that you were impossible to work with, but despite all that I found myself liking you and I consider you my friend."

"Thanks Graves," Joey says, grateful to have her support. "So what's your overall impression of Buckton and Rosetta?"

"I'm not sure of Buckton just yet, but there's definitely something off about Rosetta."

"Off? That's your professional opinion, there's something off?"

"What would you call it? We were accusing him of murder and he sat there with that insufferable smug look on his face, getting an erection; it's almost like he doesn't even care that these men are dead."

"He probably doesn't," Joey murmurs, more to herself than Graves.

"Joey, are we finished here for the day?"

"Why, you have a hot date to get to?" grinning at Graves' indignant look.

"Don't let my husband hear you say that."

"I haven't seen Dex in a while, what's he been up to?"

"Maybe if you accepted our invites out occasionally, you'd know."

"Suitable rebuked, now tell."

"He graduates from uni in a couple of months and then we can finally go on our honeymoon."

"About time too, what's it been, 9 months since the wedding?"

"Between Dex's studies and my work, we haven't had the time to get away."

"Where are you off to?"

"I'm not telling you until after we get back, just in case you decide that you just have to have me on another case and turn up on my doorstep in the middle of the night."

"I only did that once."

"The night I got engaged, so this time I'm not taking the chance; Dex and I are even leaving our mobiles behind."

"Graves, you're forgetting that I'm a detective and could track you down anywhere."

"And you're forgetting that I have a gun which I will happily use if you turn up on my honeymoon."

Joey holds her hands up in surrender, "I promise, you won't see or hear from me until you get back from wherever you're going."

Graves narrows her eyes at Joey in sudden suspicion, Joey's smirk confirming it, "God damn you Joey, you already know where we're going, don't you!"

"You left the brochure on your desk; you're going to love it up there."

"Have you been up there?"

"We hired a yacht and sailed up that way on our honeymoon."

"It makes me seasick just thinking of being stuck on a boat."

"There's nothing like it; it was just the two of us, no one in sight, nights spent under the stars, the gentle rocking of the boat, rocking back and forth, back and forth," Joey continues to tease her partner who was turning green.

"Oh god Joey, stop that, please."

"How can you watch an autopsy but you go green just at the mention of boats?"

"Because my feet are on firm ground at an autopsy and the room doesn't bob up and down. Can I go now, I'd really like to have a shower and clean the stench off; I feel so dirty after sitting across from him."

"Go ahead."

"Are you staying at the hotel or with your sister?"

"I don't know."

"Joey, please don't tell me that you didn't tell her you were coming?"

"Ok, I won't."

Shaking her head at her, Graves heads to the door, "Well good luck Joey, I hope she doesn't hurt you too badly."

"So do I." Joey stands up, deciding it was time to face the music.

Waiting in the reception area while her sister deals with someone, Joey leans against the wall, ignoring the glares from the other officers. Realising her sister waiting for her, Watson walks toward the interview room, forcing Joey to follow her. "Thanks for the heads up Joey," she says angrily. Closing the door behind her, Joey stands there with her hands in her pockets, staring at the floor. "Cut the innocent schoolgirl act Joey, you know damn well you should have warned me that you were the detective in charge."

"Why, it wouldn't have stopped you from overreacting."

"These people are my friends Joey."

"Maybe you need new friends," she mutters under her breath.

"What was that Joey, I didn't quite catch that smartarse remark."

"Georgina, it is not my fault that they're under investigation."

"Charlie's incapable of breaking the law."

"What about lover-boy?"

"Angelo's an ok guy."

"Oh please don't tell me you've been screwing him too."

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"What's so ridiculous about it, he kind of intimated it when he was talking about your little after work get-togethers."

"I have never slept with Angelo, nor do I intend to. Jesus Joey, he's engaged to my friend."

"I somehow doubt that that stops him from trying to screw anything with a pulse."

"Probably not," Watson admits. "Joey, Angelo can be a bit insufferable sometimes with his constant flirting, but I doubt he would do this."

"Well it's a good thing I'm the one in charge of this investigation and not someone from this station, because in the short time I've been here, I've got the impression that everyone thinks Buckton and Rosetta can walk on water."

"It's so nice to see that you haven't lost your usual charming personality," she says sarcastically.

Joey shrugs her shoulders in acceptance of her sister's words, "Hey, you know me sis, I'm not one for change."

Watson sighs, folding her arms across her chest, "I suppose you expect to stay with me?"

"I was kind of hoping," looking at her sister appealingly.

Watson rolls her eyes in resignation, never able to resist that look, "I'm going to regret this and you're going to make life hell around here, but come here you little scamp." Watson hugs her sister, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

"Joey, I love you, so please, for my sake, try not to piss everyone off, because I have to live here."

"I'll try but no promises."

"I suppose that's better than nothing," Watson says, pulling away. "Where's Graves staying?"

"Hotel."

"There's more than enough room at my place for the both of you."

"Thanks sis."

"Oh don't thank me, I want her there so she can keep an eye on you."

"I really do not deserve this reputation."

"Yes you do. Joey, you're about as subtle as a brick, you step on toes and you deliberately rub people up the wrong way."

"I don't see the point in pussy-footing around."

"Yes well, just remember that this time you're investigating other cops, so it may be advisable to use a little less of the sledgehammer this time around or you may find yourself out of a job or shipped off to some station far, far away."

"Advice noted," Joey offers a mock salute.

"And ignored no doubt. Look, I'm still on duty for the next couple of hours, so take my keys and I'll see you at home."

"I'll stop off at the shops on the way home, because I doubt you have any food in the house."

"Food has to be cooked."

"Yeah, well while I'm here, I'm doing all the cooking."

"Hey, no arguments from me."

"I'll see you at home later," Joey says as she opens the door and sees Angelo lurking nearby. "I hope your surveillance techniques are a lot better out in the field, Constable."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I was just looking for Watson."

"Try knocking next time instead of listening through keyholes."

Angelo scowls as she walks past him. "Bitch," he mutters.

"I heard that," Joey calls out from down the hall.