Studying the photos, Joey looks up when Graves walks in. "What's got Rosetta all excited? He bolted out of the station 10 minutes ago with that insufferable grin of his plastered all over his face." Graves asks as Joey tosses the photos in front of her. Graves picks them up, "They didn't waste their time."

"There was this too," Joey passes the piece of paper to her.

Graves chuckles as she reads it, "Jesus, these guys have been watching way too much TV." Graves picks up the photos again, "Well, at least know for sure now that Martha's involved."

"Was there ever any doubt?"

"Considering what we know about her, not really. Martha matches the description that girl finally gave us of the woman who conducted the auction."

"Yeah, but she changed her mind and said she lied."

"And these photos don't prove anything."

"They're weren't supposed to. We know they use blackmail to get people to do what they want, so it was only a matter of time before they made a play for one of us. No doubt they've looked into us and found nothing to use against us, much like Welsh, so like him, setting one of us up seemed the next likely outcome."

Graves looks at the photos again, "This could have been me, if I'd taken Rosetta up on his offer of a drink that time."

"Possibly, but he's engaged, so I doubt he'd want any photographic evidence of him floating about so you probably would have ended up in bed with some other guy or woman."

"That doesn't really make me feel any better. Why you though, everyone knows what a bitch you are and how you stand up to people, especially after Morag and the Inspector."

"You'd already turned Rosetta down and unlike me, you don't spend your nights alone in the club and judging by the way Martha's been watching me the previous few nights at the club, my guess is she was interested in me, which is probably why she slept with me herself." Joey pauses as she glares at her, "Graves, can you stop perving at those pictures."

Graves hands them back a little guiltily, "Sorry, I was just imaging the fun I could have had if those photos had actually turned out but they're so out of focus it's hard to tell what belongs to who."

"I just wish I was there to see the look on their faces when they realise the photos didn't work out."

"You'd think they'd have checked them before sending them."

"Probably in too much of a hurry."

Graves grins, "It's a good thing I found where that camera was hidden and altered the focus; instead of this photo showing you and Martha getting to know each other, I can't tell who it is and it actually looks like you or Martha has four nipples."

"Well I don't," snatching the photos from her.

Graves regards her friend for a moment. "A lot of things could have gone wrong Joey. She could have taken you home and I wouldn't have been able to keep an eye on you there."

"I wouldn't have gone with her; besides, the office seems to be a favourite destination of hers, I've seen her disappear into there a few times with a guy or woman."

"What if I hadn't been able to find the camera though?"

"There are only so many places to hide a camera if you're trying to catch what's happening on a bed and you had that little toy of yours to help you trace for electrical devices."

"But why have me sabotage the camera, why not just go along with it and trap them that way?"

"Graves, you know me, do I seem the sort to play along with a blackmailer or anyone for that matter?"

"Well, no."

"Exactly and the more they found out about me, they'd eventually realise that themselves."

"And then they'd know you were most likely playing them, not the other way around."

"This way, we now know for sure she's involved and she may think she still has a chance with me."

"You're not going to sleep with her again, are you?" Graves asks in shock.

"That depends on the circumstances."

"Don't you think they'll be suspicious of you?"

"Why? The bad quality was because of a technical glitch." Joey puts the photos back into the envelope. "Their blackmail failed so they're unlikely to try again so soon, but if I keep Martha interested, then while she's keeping an eye on us, I'm keeping one on her. Next time we have to do this though, you're the one that has to be seduced." Leaning with her elbows on the desk rubbing her temples, Joey thinks back to that night with Martha, back to the image of Buckton which had flashed into her mind while Martha was moving over her. "Because whatever she slipped into my drink had rather unpleasant side effects." Joey glances up at her, "Thanks for keeping an eye on me."

"It wasn't exactly fun hiding in the loos until you both left, but I told you I'd always have your back. I almost put a stop to it though, when I saw her put it in your drink."

"We knew she'd probably try something like that, just to be sure I'd be compliant."

"You don't think you said anything."

"Actually, my memory's surprisingly clear; I think she was more interested in getting me into a compromising position than asking questions and I hadn't actually had that much to drink, despite what she thought."

"Joey, we know what she's capable of; her and Rosetta, I hate you putting yourself on the line."

"I don't have a choice."

"I understand why you're doing this Joey, but please remember, there are people here who would be a little pissed off if you ended up dead." Joey grabs the envelope and stands up. "Where are you off to?"

"To fingerprint these and then to show them to Martha and express my concern that she's been caught up in my problems."

"They probably wore gloves."

"I know, but if I'm showing them to Martha, I figure if she sees the fingerprint dust, she'll know I'm taking it seriously, but that I don't suspect her."

"Just watch yourself ok?"

"Yes mum."

"Angelo, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"She got the photos," he says gleefully as he strolls into Martha's place, rubbing his hands together. "So when do we send the first demands?"

"We don't."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because I just got off the phone to Joey; she's coming here."

"Fuck, she's onto us already," Angelo starts to pace.

"Jesus you're an idiot sometimes; if she was on to us, why would she call to tell me she's coming?"

"So why's she coming here?"

"She said something about someone taking long range photos through the window of us having sex."

"I told you she was stupid; those photos were taken from metres away."

"Have you got copies of the photos?" Martha asks.

Angelo tosses her an envelope. Flicking through the photos, "What the?" Martha fumes, glaring at him. "Did you even look at these?"

"I didn't have time."

"You fuck wit, these are out of focus and look like they were taken from miles away," Martha tears them up.

"You were the one who set the camera up," Angelo reminds her.

"And all you had to do was print the fucking things off; why the hell didn't you look at them?"

"It's disgusting."

"You've never had a problem perving when I've been with a woman before."

"Fine, I didn't look because I wish I was the one fucking her."

"She wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on earth."

"So how did you know that you could get her into bed?"

"I slipped something into her last drink."

"Was that wise, she's a fucking cop."

"She'd already had a few beers and the drug only enhances the effects of alcohol. Relax, I've been doing this for years and she's not the first cop I've drugged or done this to."

"What the hell were you doing anyway Martha, it should have been one of the others fucking her, not you?"

"I was curious about her and after being with her, I certainly don't regret it," Martha grins, "She certainly has very talented hands."

"You're disgusting."

Martha sits back, sighing contentedly, "If she doesn't suspect me, I guess that means I'm still in with a chance of a repeat performance."

"Fuck, don't tell me you actually have the hots for her?" Angelo says disgustedly.

"She makes me feel something I haven't felt in a long time and if the opportunity arises again, I'm not going to knock it back." Martha looks at him cruelly, "And unlike you, Joey didn't expect praise during or after a good fucking."

Angelo glares at her in disgust. "Well next time, we're using someone else."

"There's not going to be a next time, at least not just yet."

"Why the fuck not," Angelo whines, "I want this bitch off my back."

"It's too risky to try anything so soon." Martha gazes out the window, "I'm not entirely sure it would work anyway; Joey's a hard woman to read."

"We should have gone after Graves."

"After your botched attempt it wouldn't have worked; besides, from all accounts, Graves is a happily married woman who'd probably go running home to hubby, begging for forgiveness instead of being blackmailed." Martha sighs, "Joey, I'm really not sure about. From the phone calls you've overheard, she obviously loves her husband, but I'm certain that I wasn't the first woman she's been with and I'm almost positive that she enjoyed it as much as I did. Maybe there's problems in the marriage or hubby doesn't care who she fucks while she's away, as long as she goes home to him."

"It was the drug you slipped her Martha, that's the only reason she slept with you. Look, she's on the phone to the guy every day, and aside from a couple of arguments, she's always telling him she loves him. It was the drug."

"No, I don't think so. She didn't regret it, not like some who wake up with a hangover, no, I'm thinking that even if she loves her husband, she doesn't mind a bit on the side."

"Then she's no better than you."

"You're a good one to talk. What's his name?"

"Brett. Martha, I don't want you near her, she's trouble."

"We can't really try to blackmail her again, that would be too obvious; the only other way is to get close to her."

"You're just going to do whatever you want, aren't you?"

"You're not in charge Angelo and you don't tell me who I can or cannot see, now get back to work before you're missed and Joey get's here."

Fuming, Angelo stalks from the house, slamming the door behind him.

An hour after Angelo had stormed out, Martha answers a knock at the door. "Joey, come in."

"Sorry I took so long, I got held up getting the photos fingerprinted."

"Is that them," Martha asks, pointing at the envelope in Joey's hand.

"Yeah."

"Please, sit down."

Joey sits next to Martha as she flicks through the photos. "As you can see, it's all but impossible to make out our faces and if I hadn't been there, I'd never know it was me."

"They really are bad."

"I checked for fingerprints, there were none on the photos and plenty on the envelope which is to be expected after being handled by Australia Post and then at the station."

"Do you know where the photos were taken from?"

"There's a tree near the Club with a perfect view into the office."

"I'll be sure to keep the blinds closed," Martha murmurs.

"That would be a good idea."

"Any idea who is behind this?"

"It could be connected to any of my current cases or even past ones, I'm just sorry you got caught up in it."

"I'm not."

"Sorry?"

Martha smiles seductively at her, "I enjoyed being with you Joey, I'm just sorry someone had to ruin it by taking photos." Martha hands the photos back, "What do you think they were after?"

"Information, a favour," Joey shrugs, "Who knows."

"I know I have a reputation as the town bike but exhibitionism has never been my thing; I feel sick that someone was watching."

Joey rests her hand on Martha's knee, "We'll find whoever is behind this Martha."

"I'm sure you will."

"I should be getting back," Joey says, standing up.

Martha grabs her hand, "I'm not the first woman you've been with, am I?"

"I experimented a little when I was younger."

"How about a little more experimenting," Martha suggests, pulling Joey back down.

"I'm needed back at the office."

Martha ignores her, kissing her passionately. Feeling Joey respond, Martha moves her hands to the buttons on her shirt, finding them held within a strong grip. Joey moves Martha's hands away from her, standing up again. "It's too dangerous Martha, I can't risk this happening again."

"You want more Joey, I felt that. Your husband's not around, we're here all alone and we both want this."

"Martha, please, someone just tried to blackmail me and if it wasn't for the shit photos, I could have been in a lot of trouble. I'm sorry, I can't risk being caught out again."

Martha steps away in resignation. "What if we wait a few days?"

"I don't know Martha, look, I have to go." Joey pauses, before grabbing Martha and kissing her, leaving her breathless as she walks away.

Martha flops down onto the couch, "Fuck."

"How did it go with Martha," Graves asks as soon as Joey returns.

"I think she's definitely interested in more."

"You just better hope that it doesn't get out about you two."

"I think Martha realises that if that happens then there's no way I'd keep seeing her."

"Does she suspect you?"

"I don't think so; everything I told her, including my reservations about seeing her again, are all plausible."

"Just promise me that if you sleep with her to practice safe sex and by that, I mean, have your weapon handy and let me know where you are."

"I don't know if I am going to sleep with her again."

"What if she drugs you again?"

"I don't intend to drink much around her or give her the chance to do that."

"Is it true you've never been drunk before?"

"I don't like to lose control."

"I hate this Joey."

"Believe me, I got no enjoyment out of sleeping with Martha and I feel like I have to be fumigated after I've been anywhere near her."

"All I can say to that is," Graves gets up and moves to the door, "Better you than me," she says as she quickly closes the door behind her.

Joey shakes her head, wondering where this was all going to end.