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"God Graves, don't you ever sleep," Joey says as she walks into her temporary office the next morning. "And that's my desk you've taken over."

"You weren't using it and I got here early because I had to get out of that hotel. Did you know that I had to share the bathroom," she complains in horrified disbelief. "I mean, what is that about, it's the 21st Century and they expected me to share a bathroom with the other guests."

Joey stifles her laugh as she takes the seat opposite. "Georgie said you're welcome to stay with us."

"Thank god, because one night in that place was more than enough."

"I would have called in to pick you up last night, but after you complained about me turning up on your doorstep at night, I decided to leave it until today."

Graves tosses a ball of scrunched up paper at her, "You vindictive bitch!"

"I just can't win with you," grinning cockily as she tosses the paper ball over her shoulder, hearing the satisfying sound of it landing in the bin.

"God I hate how you do that," she mutters in annoyance. "Is Georgie really ok with me staying?"

"She has plenty of room and she's under the misguided impression that you'd be able to keep an eye on me," somewhat self-depreciatively.

"I'm not sure if it's a good idea," Graves says, a little worried about being caught between the two sisters.

"Look at it this way; if you can survive living with me, you can survive just about anything."

"I really wish you wouldn't put yourself down like that."

"You're right, I should leave that to everyone else."

"It really doesn't bother you, hearing the things people say about you?"

"I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt sometimes, especially when it comes from people I care about, but I can't be this person that people want me to be."

Graves sits back, studying her friend, always curious as to why she was like this. "You and Georgie never talk about when you were younger, before you were fostered out."

"No, we don't," her tone telling Graves this topic was off limits.

"Well, it's nice to see that you survived the face-off with your sister," Graves changes the subject.

"Oh please, Georgie's a pussy cat."

"Tell that to the junior Constable I saw her chew out when I came back from lunch yesterday."

"She can't stand incompetent idiots."

"You're more alike than either of you want to admit."

"Which is probably why we're always butting heads," Joey smiles at the comparison. "So why aren't you all bright eyed and bushy tailed like you always are; it can't be just because you had to share a bathroom."

"I didn't exactly get a warm reception when I checked into the hotel yesterday, and going for a walk this morning, I felt like I was being watched by everyone."

"You probably were. I get the impression that we're not exactly very welcome here."

"No shit. It's like those paintings where the eyes follow you everywhere; it's damn unnerving."

"Get used to it, because we are here to investigate their precious dynamic duo."

"You really do not like them, do you?"

"What's to like about them? He's a creep who thinks a smile will get him out of everything and Buckton's so wrapped around his little finger it's pathetic."

"They do say that love makes you blind."

"You and Dex certainly aren't blind to each other's faults."

"That's because we don't have any," said with a very serious tone.

"Oh god, it's finally happened, you've become so love-sick that you're blind to all of hubby's faults."

"As if. I've just got Dex trained well." They both smile at that, knowing full well that Graves loved his quirkiness and would never want her husband to change.

"So what have you been doing sitting here at my desk?" Joey asks, getting down to business.

"Checking up on Buckton's alibi; Grant Bledcoe confirmed that he was with his daughter and Buckton when Holden was killed and he was quite upset that we would even suspect his ex of such a thing."

"I bet he was," she mutters, "And I bet he'll be on the phone to Buckton letting her know we're checking up on her."

"It's a closed case Joey, he's got to be wondering why I was calling him."

"I know, but she's a suspect in the death of yet another officer at this station," smiling slightly at Graves, "it'd be negligent of us not to explore every avenue that this investigation may take."

"Bullshit Joey, you just want to piss her off."

"I'm merely letting Buckton know that I'm going to be looking into every little thing she's ever done, because when people get angry and frustrated, they can make mistakes."

"Just remember Joey, that if Holden's death wasn't an accident, then that means that two police officers have been murdered in this town," Graves pauses as she looks at her partner's relaxed demeanour, "and if the same person or people are involved in both, I doubt they'd have a problem of making it three dead cops."

With a negligent lift of her shoulders, Joey shrugs off Graves' concerns. "I can look after myself and I have no intention of snooping around anywhere in the dark on my own; which is the kind of target these cowards seem to enjoy."

"For your sake Joey, I hope you're right, because I really don't want to be attending your funeral."

"I promise you Graves, that if you have to come to my funeral, you have my permission to abuse the hell out of me."

Though shaking her head in resignation, Graves can't stop her lips twitching at the image of her cursing the coffin as it was lowered into the ground. "At least you'd be forced to listen to me."

"Graves, I'm not ignoring or taking your words lightly, it's just that as cops, every day we go to work may be our last day and I'm not going to change the way I do things just because I may or may not end up with a target on my back."

"Just please don't end up dead."

"I'll do my best. Now, where do we stand with Buckton's whereabouts on the night that Moreland was murdered?"

"Here's where she definitely lucks out; the only witness we have who saw her after she left work places her in the area of his murder, admittedly it was a few hours before he was killed, but it doesn't look good for her, especially as she was supposedly at home alone."

"Where was her daughter?"

"Spending the night at a friend's place and Rosetta was on duty; Const. O'Malley backs up Rosetta, they were on duty over 10 km away when Moreland was killed."

"Unless O'Malley is lying."

"You think he's covering?"

"I've done a little checking of my own. Rosetta usually patrolled with Georgie, but on the night that Moreland was killed, he requested a change; O'Malley, which Buckton readily agreed to."

"A cop on duty with another officer is one hell of an alibi and almost impossible to prove that they're lying; not unless they choose to confess or we find a witness placing one or both of them elsewhere."

"Rosetta definitely won't be saying anything and I doubt O'Malley will either, not if he's worried about ending up like Moreland."

"Even with the lack of evidence, I suppose Buckton and Rosetta are still our best suspects."

"For the moment, they're not only our best suspects, they're our only suspects. Look, we know that Rosetta killed Holden and if O'Malley is lying about Rosetta's alibi, then it's a good bet that he also killed Moreland."

"If it's all Rosetta, then where does Buckton fit into this?"

"That's the other scenario. Buckton doesn't have an alibi and she was at the scene earlier; she's also engaged to Rosetta and because he had killed Holden, Rosetta realised he couldn't get away with killing Moreland himself, so he got his fiancé to kill Moreland, or maybe it was actually her idea." Joey forces out a frustrated breath at the nagging suspicion at the back of her mind.

"Joey, what's going through that head of yours?"

"I don't know," Joey admits in frustration. "Graves, who made the call to get Buckton there that night?"

"Hang on a tick." Graves sorts through the papers in front of her. "Ah, here we are. Georgie took the call from a woman who didn't want to leave her name; all she said was that she was driving past the building when she saw what she thought was a light from a torch. She was suspicious as it was well after closing time, so she called the station."

"Why not leave a name?"

"Some people are happy to report crimes but don't want to be involved any further than that."

Joey sits back, pondering things for a moment. "Buckton said that the owner of the place had been meeting his assistant there every Friday night for some time, yet the night that a police officer was killed is the one time someone just happened to see him."

Graves picks up on where Joey was heading, "If someone was trying to frame Buckton, why not plan the murder to when she was there, instead of a few hours after she left?"

"If I knew that, we'd be halfway to getting to the bottom of this. Maybe the plan was to get Moreland there at the same time but he was late or maybe they just want us to look at Buckton and away from Rosetta."

"Except that they're engaged and with Rosetta's history, by placing Buckton there, suspicion falls on the both of them, which is exactly what has happened. And if Rosetta is involved, would he want suspicion on his fiancé?"

"I don't think he'd care where the suspicion was, as long as it wasn't on him. It may just turn out to be a coincidence that the owner was seen snooping that night."

"It'd be nice if we could actually prove any of this."

"We will," Joey assures her, "somehow."

"What about the other officers mentioned in the notebook, do you really think that all of them are up to something?"

"I have no doubt some of them are involved in nefarious activities."

"Nefarious?" Graves asks, trying to keep the grin off her face.

"It's my word of the day and we can't all be super smart like you."

"You're far from stupid Joey. A pain in the arse and a total bitch most times, but definitely not stupid."

"There is such a thing as too much honesty Graves."

Flashing a cheeky grin at Joey, Graves asks with a straight face, "You were saying; nefarious activities?"

Joey chooses to ignore her partner's amused tone, "It's fairly obvious that there's more than just one or two officers involved in some of the things that have been going on at the station, but I think Moreland ended up too paranoid and started suspecting some of them for just the slightest of reasons."

"Well that's just great, we have a list of officers and a list of nefarious activities, but we have no idea which officers are actually guilty and of which crimes they're actually guilty of."

"That's why we're detectives; it's our job to find out where all the pieces of the puzzle fit."

"Just remember Joey, to try not to bludgeon the pieces into fitting into where you want them to."

Already in a bad mood after her spat with Angelo the previous night, Charlie's mood worsens as she listens to Grant.

"Hey Georgie," Joey greets her sister as she and Angelo return from patrol, earning a scowl from him.

"Joey," Watson says warily, feeling the eyes of every other officer there watching.

Hearing the voices, Charlie hangs up the phone and storms out of her office. "What the hell do you think you are doing calling Grant?" Her loud voice carrying throughout the station.

"My job," Joey says sarcastically. "And it was actually Graves who called him."

Suddenly aware that they were now the centre of attention and not wanting to make a further scene, Charlie moderates her tone somewhat, "My office, Detective."

"In a moment Sergeant, I have a few things to finish up first."

With the tension in the reception area building with all eyes on the two women, Charlie bites off her sharp reply, taking a deep breath, "Five minutes Detective, in my office or I come looking for you."

"Make it ten, Sergeant."

"Joey, cut it out," Watson whispers to her sister.

"Ten minutes Sergeant, I need to make some phone calls."

Realising she wasn't going to win this one, Charlie nods her head in agreement, before turning and heading back to her office, followed closely by Angelo. Closing the door behind him, Angelo sits on the edge of her desk by her chair.

"How could you back down like that Charlie?"

"Because she was determined to drag that confrontation out as long as she could and I wasn't willing to play her game any longer."

"It looks like you caved in."

"What did you expect me to do Angelo, drag her kicking and screaming into my office?" she asks exasperated.

"I suppose not, I just hate that bitch making you look like a fool."

"She didn't, I did that all on my own when I confronted her like that in front of everyone," Charlie's more than willing to admit her mistake, furious with herself for losing control like that in front of the detective. Seeing the concern in her fiance's eyes, Charlie takes his hand, "Angelo, about last night."

"Charlie, before you say anything, I want to say I'm sorry, I shouldn't have run out like that, but it did give me time to think about what you said."

"It did?"

"You were right when you accused me of only being interested in my own pleasure," he tells her as he squeezes her hand gently.

"Not all the time Angelo."

"It shouldn't happen at all. Charlie, I love you so much and I guess that sometimes I lose myself in being with you that I sometimes forget your needs, but I promise you from this moment on, that I will be much more attentive to you."

"Angelo, not here," Charlie says as Angelo leans in to kiss her.

"Just a quick one," his mouth cutting off her objection. Drawing away, he caresses her face, "I love you Charlie and I don't want to lose you, so if you want to wait a couple of years to start a family, then we will."

"Thank you Angelo, for understanding."

"I really didn't mean to go off like I did, I guess those detectives got under my skin more than I wanted to admit."

"Angelo, it's ok, I know exactly what it was like dealing with them."

"I'd better get back to work," Angelo says, his body language suggesting what he'd really like to do.

"As much as I love you Angelo, we need to try to stay professional at work, at least while the detectives are here."

"So no more quickies in the locker room," he grins cheekily at her.

"Definitely not. That should never have happened Angelo and if we had been caught, we'd both be out of a job."

"But you have to admit Charlie, that you loved the thrill of nearly being caught," Angelo says, leaning close to her, whispering into her ear, "at least your body told me how much you loved it when you came so hard."

"Angelo!" Charlie scolds him, hating the reminder of how much she had enjoyed the thrill, but also hating how she hadn't put a stop to it before it went that far.

"I know, not here." Angelo stands up, pacing. "Why do you think they were talking to Grant?"

"I don't know, but I intend to find out. Angelo, I think it's time you went back to work."

While Angelo had followed Charlie to her office, Watson had followed her sister into hers, "What the fuck Joey?"

"Do you mind Georgie, I have some calls to make."

"How could you undermine Charlie like that in front of everyone?"

"Come off it Georgie, she did a pretty good job of that herself."

"Ok, so it wasn't the smartest thing she did yelling at you in front of everybody like that, but you seem to have that effect on people."

"It wasn't even my fault, it was Graves who contacted Bledcoe."

"Yeah, because she anticipated what you wanted, that's what makes you two such a great team. Joey, you promised not to piss everyone off."

"I never promised, I said I'd try."

"I don't know why I bother sometimes," Watson walks to the door, pausing as Joey picks up the phone. "You really did have calls to make?"

"Of course I did."

"Then I'm sorry for having a go at you."

"Just like old times."

"God, I hope not," Georgie mutters just loud enough for Joey to hear, bringing a smile to her face. "Oh and Georgie, you may want to keep it down at night if Graves is going to be staying with us or tell whoever your latest conquest is to sneak over at a more appropriate time," Joey grins at the complete mortification on her sister's face. "Fuck you Joey," she squeezes out through her embarassment, slamming the door behind her. Putting the phone down as soon as the door was shut, Joey sits back in her chair, waiting for the 10 minutes to be up.

"I don't know, but I intend to find out. Angelo, I think it's time you went back to work."

"Why?"

A knock at the door makes them both look. "That's why," Charlie sighs at what will no doubt be an unpleasant experience.