Waking up, Martha is disorientated at first, before recognising the sound of a heart beat against her ear. Remembering where she was, Martha is surprised that she fell asleep and even more surprised by how much she had enjoyed having sex with Joey. Lifting her head from Joey's chest, Martha gazes at her face for a moment, before carefully climbing off the cot, pausing when Joey moans softly in her sleep. Reaching into the hidden compartment, Martha removes the equipment, putting it in her bag before walking back over to the cot.

"Joey," Martha gently nudges her shoulder.

Slowly opening her eyes, Joey stares blearily at Martha. "What time is it?"

"It's time to go."

Groaning as she struggles to sit up, Joey closes her eyes again, her head in her hands, "Oh god, my head is killing me."

"You were chugging the drinks down pretty quickly."

"Was I?"

"Yeah." Martha runs her hand along Joey's back, "Come on, I'll help you home."

Joey looks up at her, "By help, do you mean I'll actually get home or end up in your bed again."

"That depends," Martha says, leaning down and kissing her. "Do you have to go home any time soon?" Kissing her again.

"I think I probably should be getting home."

Kissing Joey more deeply. "You sure?" Martha asks.

"Yeah," Joey says a little reluctantly. "This really shouldn't have happened."

"It's a bit late for regrets."

"I didn't say I regretted it, just that it shouldn't have happened."

"You don't have to worry, this will be our secret," Martha assures her as she helps Joey up.

"Thanks."

"Come on, I'll drive you home."

Martha pulls the car up at Watson's house, "Are you sure you won't change your mind?"

"I'm sure. Martha, I don't know why I let tonight happen."

"Obviously you needed some company and I was there."

"Maybe."

"Joey, what your husband doesn't know, can't hurt him; we were good together tonight and I'd like to experience it again."

"Martha, I barely even know you."

"So? I'm not asking for love Joey, just sex." Martha leans over, drawing her into a kiss. "No strings Joey."

"I need to get some sleep," Joey says, ignoring Martha's offer.

"I'll be seeing you Joey." Martha watches Joey walk up the path, feeling confused by her conflicting emotions.

Sitting with her elbows on the table and her head in her hands outside the diner, Joey looks up in surprise when a glass of OJ is placed in front of her.

"Hey Joey," Ruby says, dropping down onto the seat beside her, "That's the drink I owed you."

It takes Joey a moment to realise what Ruby had said. "Who said you could call me Joey?"

"It is your name, isn't it," Ruby replies with a cheeky grin.

Shaking her head in amusement, Joey can't help but like the young teen. "What do you want Ruby?"

"I just saw you sitting here alone, so I thought I'd come over and say hi. Hi, by the way."

"Hi."Joey chuckles, "Ruby, you're going to be so much trouble when you're older."

"That's what mum always says. You look like shit."

"Remnants of a hangover."

"Well that was stupid."

"Tell me about," Joey moans.

"I hope you learnt your lesson about over indulging."

Joey glares at her, "I thought you hated me?"

"You were trying to pin Trevor's murder on my mum, but after you saved me from the big sleaze, it doesn't seem right to hold that against you anymore."

"Thanks, I think. Should you be out alone?"

"I'm ok if I stick to where there's a lot of people and you won't let him hurt me again, will you?"

"Of course not."

"Then I'm safe, besides, mum had to go to work so it's only Angelo at home."

"Not a fan, huh?" Already having a fair idea of Ruby's feelings toward him.

"He's an arsehole, all nice and charming when others are about, but he's mean when we're alone."

"Wow, that is so weird, someone who's not an Angelo fan," Joey jokes.

"I know, I can't stand how everyone thinks the sun shines out of his arse."

Smothering her laugh, Joey looks sternly at her, "Ruby, I'm pretty sure your mother wouldn't appreciate your language."

"She's not here and you're not going to tell her, are you?" Ruby appeals to her with her best puppy dog expression.

"No, I won't tell your mother. Ruby, has he ever done anything to make you scared of him?"

"No, but he's made it fairly obvious that I'm an inconvenience and now that he's in the shit with mum, he's even more of an arsehole."

"He's in the bad books, is he?"

"Yeah, he hasn't been very understanding about my ordeal."

"Is that what you're calling it?"

"It makes mum and I feel better if we don't use the 'r' word, even though he didn't actually do the 'r' word."

"Ruby, how are you holding up?"

Ruby hugs herself, "I'm ok aside from the nightmares and I keep thinking that Robbo's going to come back."

"We'll get him Ruby and until then, we'll keep you safe."

Ruby smiles gratefully at her, "Thanks."

"Ruby, if you ever get scared of anything, or you need to talk about what happened with Robbo, you can talk me."

"You mean that?"

"Yes. I'll give you my mobile number." Writing it on the napkin, Joey hands it over to a grateful Ruby, "Call me whenever you want."

"Don't worry, I will. Thank you," surprising her with a hug. "Joey, can I stay with you until mum gets home?"

Joey sits back in her chair as she regards Ruby, seeing the fear in her eyes. "When's your mum due home?"

"A couple of hours."

"Want to go see a movie?"

"Sure."

"Call your mum and let her know where you'll be so she won't worry."

"By the way, we're taking the bus."

"Why?"

"I'm not stupid enough to get into a car with someone in your state," Ruby says as she goes to call her mum.

Charlie comes out to meet them when she hears the voices coming up the footpath. "Det. Collins."

"Sergeant."

Ruby looks between her mother and Joey, rolling her eyes at their formality. "Thanks for the movie Joey," giving her another hug.

"That's ok kiddo."

Charlie watches her daughter walk into the house, sighing. "She's been hugging you a lot, hasn't she?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't worry too much, she's just feeling vulnerable knowing he's still out there."

"I know, she's been hugging me every chance she gets. Thanks for being there for her."

"She's a good kid, when she's not having a go at me."

Charlie chuckles, "She can be kind of overprotective of me."

"She loves you. Anyway, I should be going."

"Why don't you come in for a coffee?" Recognising the hesitation, she assures Joey that Angelo wasn't home.

"Maybe just a quick one then," Joey says, following Charlie inside.

Feeling a little flustered with the detective sitting at her table, in her kitchen, in her house, Charlie fumbles with the lid to the coffee.

"You need a hand," Joey asks, noticing with amusement how uncomfortable the Sergeant seemed to be around her.

"Ah no, it's just a little stuck."

"Here, let me have a go," her closeness making Charlie jump when Joey reaches around her for the coffee jar. "Wow, that is stuck," Joey screws her face up as she tries to undo the lid. Handing the jar back to Charlie, the lid still firmly on, Joey grins sheepishly, "How about a tea?"

Charlie laughs, "Tea sounds good." Reaching for the tea bags, Charlie jumps again when her phone rings. "Damn," Charlie mutters. "Sergeant Buckton."

Joey looks on with concern when the blood drains from Charlie's face. "Sergeant, what is it?"

"There's been another rape."