Feeling drained after her encounter with the detectives, Charlie sits at home with Angelo, talking about what happened during their interviews. When Charlie tells him about Belle, Angelo puts his arm around her in comfort. "I can't believe that Belle's dead," he says in disbelief.

"If it wasn't suicide, who do you think could have done that to her?"

"For all we know, Belle could have topped herself and the detectives are just looking for anything to blame on us."

"We were both on duty the day she died, they know that."

"It could still be a suicide though, I mean she was screwed up, and if it wasn't suicide, I don't know, Belle was a whore, so maybe she set her sights on someone else's husband or boyfriend and someone decided they'd had enough."

"Angelo, please don't call her a whore. I know her lies hurt you, they hurt me too, but she was messed up."

"Charlie, I would never cheat on you, everyone knows that and for that whore, sorry, for Belle to go around telling people that we were having an affair and then to lie and accuse me of assault, well I'm sorry, but it's hard to feel sympathy for her."

"No one even believed her Angelo, but I do wish we all hadn't just abandoned her like that."

"That's because everyone was worried she'd accuse them of something next. She never gave us a choice Charlie."

"I suppose not."

Angelo pulls her closer to him, "We'll get through this Charlie."

"I just hate the thought of someone thinking I'm dirty."

"If any cop was dirty, it was Trev."

"What do you mean?"

"What was he doing out there at that time of night, alone?"

"You think he was meeting someone?"

"He had no other reason to be out there. And this notebook they keep talking about, have you even seen it?"

"No, but I doubt they'd make it up."

"Trev might have though." At Charlie's blank look, Angelo adds, "Trev might have kept a diary to make it look like he was investigating us when it was him all along."

"That's a bit of a stretch."

"Well who knows what was going on in his head or why he was there that night Charlie. The only people who do know what happened that night are Trev and the person who killed him, and that wasn't us."

"At least you have an alibi, I don't."

"Don't worry Charlie, they'll never be able to prove anything because you didn't do it."

"I just hope it doesn't take too long for Collins to figure that out." Charlie rests her head against his shoulder. "I can't believe she's related to Georgina."

"It could be a good thing. Watson's one of your closest friends, if she speaks to her sister, she may be able to get her off our backs."

"It wouldn't be fair to put her in the middle like that."

"It's not exactly fair what her sister's doing to us."

"Still, I'd like to keep my friendship with Georgina out of it."

"Ok, then look at it this way; with that attitude of hers, Collins isn't going to last long here. If there's too many complaints against her, her superiors will have to pull her out."

"I checked up on her Angelo; she's got a history of putting people off side, a long list of complaints about her attitude, but her superiors keep putting her in charge because no matter how obnoxious she is, she gets results. They're willing to put up with her attitude because her success makes them look good."

"Well this time she's going to look an absolute fool when she's forced to apologise to us."

"How about we just forget about it, at least for the rest of the night?"

"Sounds like a good idea. In fact, why don't we turn in for the night?" Angelo suggests, nuzzling his way along Charlie's neck. "We can forget everything except each other."

"I'm not sure I'm really in the mood."

"Come on Charlie, what better way to forget than in each other's arms," Angelo says pulling her to her feet and towards their bedroom.

WARNING: I apologise beforehand for the yuck factor (Charlie and Angelo), but I assure you that this is most definitely a CJ story. You may want to have a bucket handy though.

"Say it Charlie."

"I'm yours," Charlie groans as Angelo thrusts harder into her.

"Say it again."

"I'm yours, I'm always yours...oh god," Charlie cries out as they climax together.

"I love you Charlie," Angelo kisses her before rolling onto his side.

"I love you too."

"Then let's get married now."

"Angelo, Trevor just died, I don't think it'd be appropriate."

"You're right, I'm just desperate to have you as my wife, Mrs Rosetta."

"Buckton," she reminds him, "At least at work."

"Why are you insisting on that Charlie, do you have a problem with my name?"

"Of course not, but there's been Buckton's in the police force for years; I'd like to continue the tradition."

"Fair enough, but our kids will be Rosetta's," Angelo asserts, placing his hand possessively on Charlie's belly. "I want to feel my child growing in there soon, Charlie."

"We talked about this Angelo; we agreed to wait a few years."

"I know we did, but I guess with Trev's death, it's made me realise how short life is. I want us to start a family as soon as we're married."

"The wedding's only a few months away."

"Please Charlie."

"I'll think about it."

"That's a yes."

"No, that's a 'I'll think about it'."

"No, that's a yes," Angelo insists grinning at her, "Come on Charlie, you never say no to me."

"Angelo, I've only been a Sergeant for a short time and with everything else going on, I'm just not ready to have another child."

"You were happy enough to have Ruby when you were sixteen, so I don't know why you're so resistant now."

"Ruby wasn't exactly planned."

"This isn't fair Charlie, you have her, but you won't give me a child."

"Jesus Angelo, I told you, I do want more children, just not now," growing frustrated by Angelo's stubbornness.

Realising he was pushing too far, Angelo takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry Charlie. I just have this image of holding a little Rosetta in my arms."

"In a few years, you will."

"Ok," Angelo relents, moving over Charlie, grinning down at her, "Can we at least practice?"

"Don't you ever tire?"

"Never with you," he grins as he moves between her legs.

"Angelo, please, I'm really not in the mood this time."

"Jesus Charlie," he fumes as he climbs off her.

"I'm sorry for not being obsessed with sex like you seem to be."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean," he asks angrily.

"It means that you don't always care if I want to or not."

"That's ridiculous Charlie, I have never forced you to have sex with me."

"I didn't mean it like that. Angelo, I just feel like sometimes you're only interested in your own pleasure and not mine."

"Why haven't you said anything before?"

"I have, you just don't listen."

"This is bullshit Charlie," he says as he jumps out of bed.

"Angelo, where are you going?"

"I'm going to run this frustration out," slipping into a pair of shorts and t-shirt.

"Angelo," Charlie calls out, upset when he ignores her and walks out. Charlie winces as the front door slams. Lying back in bed, Charlie wipes a tear from her eye, wondering if she was being selfish for denying Angelo a child he so desperately wanted and then wondering why she kept making excuses for delaying getting pregnant.

While Charlie cries herself to sleep, Angelo is working out his frustration in the arms of another woman.

"Oh god Angelo, that's it...ahhhhhhhh," she cries out, Angelo thrusting once more before crying out his own release.

Sighing in relief, Angelo lies beside her. "Aren't you glad you let me in the door now?"

"You could have been seen Angelo."

"I know, but I needed you."

"Charlie being frigid again," trying to keep the smile from her face.

"It's this damn investigation."

"I've heard a couple of people talking about Det. Collins, is she going to be a problem?"

"Why would she be, I didn't kill that idiot Moreland."

"I'd still rather not have her snooping and finding out about things she shouldn't; like us."

"She's got nothing and if she starts sniffing around, I'll turn on the charm and then I'll have her crying out and begging for more in no time."

"Don't be so sure of yourself Angelo," hating it when he got over confident.

"You know how well the old Rosetta charm works on women, especially married women," he smirks at her, before realising she wasn't impressed. "Look don't worry ok. Charlie and I are innocent and nobody but those bitch detectives believes these bogus accusations."

"Well I hope you're right, Angelo; I'd hate to miss out on our little encounters because you were stuck playing bum buddies with your cellmate."

"Don't be disgusting; there's no way I'd ever turn homo."

"There's a lot to be said for playing both sides."

"I've never understood why you would waste that body on another chick."

"Come on Angelo, you get off on watching me when I'm with another woman."

"Yeah well, just keep your hands off Charlie."

"Speaking of Charlie, shouldn't you be getting back to her?"

"I suppose so."

"Personally, I don't know how you can stand that clingy bitch."

"Because I love her. I know you can't stand her, but I intend to marry her and have a family with her," he looks away wistfully.

"Well you'd better get working on that before she wises up to what an arsehole you actually are."

"Charlie loves me and she wouldn't dare leave me." Feeling a chill at his words, she gives him a shove, "Piss off home then Angelo."

"Now don't be jealous."

"Jealous? Don't make me laugh Angelo. I pity you being lumbered with Sgt Frigid and her brat of a kid."

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"Because I was so sick of being compared to her," her voice dripping with contempt, "All through school, it was 'why aren't you like Charlie', 'Charlie's such a good girl', even when the slut got knocked up, it was like 'poor Charlie, such a young age to be mother', instead of telling her she should have kept her legs shut. I mean jesus, all Grant had to do was smile at her and she opened wide."

"Don't talk about her like that."

"Now who's jealous? I guess it must piss you off that a loser like Grant was able to knock her up after only one time."

"You know, it's a good thing you're such a good fuck or I wouldn't put up with your shit."

"Oh please, you couldn't stay away if you tried."

"Why do we always end up fighting?"

"Because aside from being fuck buddies and working together, we don't really like each other, now just go home Angelo."

"I'll see you later."

"Just not here."