"Never again...never ever again...never again...never ever ever again..." Nine could be heard muttering, shaking his head briskly as he and a disturbed looking Sportacus guided Kit back to the stocks.

Once Kit was safely locked back in the stocks, Nine walked away, still shaking his head and muttering. He breezed past Yuliya who called after him but he didn't hear her. She looked from him to her son and then to Kit. Not alone in her confusion she noticed several others sharing her same expression, Robyn was one of those joining her and her granddaughter vocalised the question they were asking within themselves.

"What happened?"

Sportacus looked up from where his eyes had been glued to his feet and his tongue darted out from between his lips, nervously wetting them. "Well...urm...um..." He fumbled.

"I might have done a bit more than a wee when these guys took me to the toilet..." Kit jumped in, speaking for Sportacus.

Robyn couldn't believe it, "You didn't."

"I couldn't help it! You know what happens when I sit down to pee. It just kind of came out."

Boris, another member of the group frowned slightly as he wondered what he'd missed, "Hence you needing the key, why the faces?"

"Nine dropped the key...in the toilet...and accidentally flushed it down..."

Yuliya's mouth opened wide, "Oh no. Dare I ask what happened next?"

"Oh you should!" Boris stated with an edge of excitement, "I want to hear this."

Kit hesitated slightly, "Let's just say that Nine didn't want to break me out of the stocks because they're antique and irreplaceable so someone had to...help...me clean up. I think if this ever happens again I'm going to suggest to Robbie that we don't buy that cheap toilet paper anymore, I really wasn't expecting to have a prostate examination today."

Seconds passed in silence before the faces of everyone party to the happenings creased with laughter that exploded from them, causing them to attract the attention of others in the town. Sportacus merely shuddered while the others laughed and for once Kit didn't join in.

Yuliya composed herself quickly and went in search of her husband, visions of him sat in their airship in the middle of their bed hugging a pillow and rocking filling her mind. She hadn't seen such a look on his face in all of their years of marriage and though she could see the funny side of what happened, she was sure he never would.

Tears were streaming down Boris' cheeks as he slowly picked himself up from the floor where he'd been rolling with laughter. Somewhere along the line he'd bumped into Robyn and he helped her up, his hand holding hers tightly. As she took her hand from his, thanking him for helping her, he felt a feeling he was uncertain about and forced himself to smile. She smiled back and with a brief excuse he pulled himself together and returned to his patrol.

As the group dispersed, Robyn smiled at Kit and her Uncle who seemed to still be trying to cope with what he'd seen happen in the bathroom. He eventually noticed her looking at him and smiled back weakly.

"Well this has been an interesting day." He commented, emphasising 'interesting'.

"You could say that," Kit agreed, taking his hand out from the hole in the stocks and rubbing his nose before sliding it back in.

Sportacus looked at Kit with utter incredulity, "You could do that the whole time?!"

"Do what?" Kit asked, totally oblivious to what he'd done until Sportacus pointed at his hand and it clicked, "Oh yeah. So I could."

Resisting the urge to strangle Kit at that point, Sportacus raised his eyes and hands palms outwards with a silent plea of 'give me strength.' He lowered his eyes back to Kit and shook his head at him before stalking off. Robyn rolled her eyes, smirking at Kit as she too walked away, following her Uncle.

"What?" Kit asked all and none, shrugging as best he could.

Later that afternoon, as evening drew in, Boris found Langford skulking away in their office, trying to bury his head in a mound of paperwork that hadn't been there that morning. He sat on his side of the desk, lifting his legs and resting his feet on the table. This action caused Langford to look up and he swatted Boris' feet from the desk with annoyance.

"If I haven't told you once, I've told you a million times." Langford complained, "Keep your dirty great feet off the desk!"

"My feet aren't that big, besides which it's my desk. I can do what I want with it." Boris argued keeping his tone light.

Langford snorted in response, "It was my desk before you came to take over."

Boris raised an eyebrow, "Jealous?"

"Not in the least, being responsible for keeping tabs on Robyn is a full time job. Although from what I've seen you seem to enjoy it."

"Seen? What do you mean from what you've seen?"

Langford pushed his paperwork aside and leaned on his arms on his desk, "Oh come on Boris! I've seen you giving her the glad eye."

"Don't be ridiculous, Langford. I don't know what you're talking about."

"You might not but I do. We've worked together a long time, we trained together. I know that look you get when you're interested in someone. You might not realise it but you've got the hots for her. All I'm going to say Boris is be careful, she and Kit might be on the rocks but keep your distance. Don't get too close to her."

With that, Langford got up and moved from the office. Frowning with bewilderment, Boris shook his head. He still had no notion what Langford was talking about but decided to let it slide as he put his feet up on the desk and folded his hands behind his head. He was sure the events of the day had addled his subordinate's mind.

He'd never been anything but professional with Robyn, he knew that. He'd shown her warmth but he had done so as it made life easier for him. He understood that she responded in kind to the treatment she received, something Elias had never seemed to be able to grasp. She'd been grateful for his relaxing Langford's supervision routine for her, something he'd considered overkill, she'd hugged him and he'd hugged her back.

As he thought about it he'd been quite hands on with her, taking her hand more than once but he was sure that wasn't out of character for him. It was nothing more than he would have done with anyone else; he'd always been a very tactile man. He shook his head again, Langford was wrong.

He had to be.