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"Tom." Mared felt his lips on her temple as she sighed. There was something about this gruff, abrupt and gun-ho man that made her feel safe.

"Where's Elin?"

"Bed." Mared sighed. "She was exhausted. Could barely keep her eyes open."

Tom smiled. His partner's daughter was just as stubborn as her mother. He knew she would be devastated when she found out about the death of her school friend. He kissed Mared once more, still slightly amazed at the fact he was allowed to do so. He pulled back as Mared calmed.

"What is it? What's happened."

"Prosser. He's back. He called here. Said he had me sixteen years ago and now he was going to have us pay. Me and you." She spoke calmly. "Why ? Why cause more pain? More heartache?"

"He gets a kick out of it. That's why. He's that vindictive." Tom kept hold of one of her hands as he guided her back to the couch. "He won't touch you, Elin or the baby."

"He's coming after you too."

"Don't worry about me." Tom felt her squeeze his hand.

"I do. I always have." She kissed him lightly as Tom slipped his arms around her. Breaking for air he got to his feet, pulling Mared with him.

"Bed."

"But, Tom. Prosser."

"Yfory." He tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear. "I doubt he is losing sleep over us." He turned, ushering her to their bedroom.

Xxxxx

Delyth sipped her third cup of coffee, her dark rimmed glasses slipping down her nose. Lee looked over at her. The skin haired detective was everything the men on Mathias' team were not. Thin, bald and openly gay the man was the exact opposite to Lloyd and Tom. He was Delyth's best friend and close confidante but he knew there was a very little he could do to stop her working herself into exhaustion.

"Eighteen year old lads go to off-licences. I did."

"I know." She frowned as she looked through the files laid out on the desk.

"And Mathias sent us all home. Remember?"

"Do you want to be somewhere else? Because if you do."

"Look, cariad. We're on this case for two reasons. 1." He counted on his fingers. "They're short staffed. And b."

"Two. Don't switch between numbers and letters."

Lee rolled his eyes.

"Two." He took her hand. "Because Tom isn't stupid. The CID can't be split like we were in Prosser's day. There's not enough drug cases and most of the cases overlap anyway. You working yourself to death isn't going to make a difference to that boy."

"But it might to his family."

"Del."

"I'm ok. This isn't Michael. I know that. This isn't me going off on one because of what happened to him." She huffed. Lee sighed heavily, getting to his feet he picked up his jacket. "Where are you going?"

"Carcinogen time." He waved the packet of cigarettes in the air before leaving the office.

Xxxxxxx

Sian stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. She had been annoyed that Tom had insisted she go home with Lloyd and Delyth but now she understood the reason why. He was just trying to keep his team safe. She frowned, trying to piece it all together when the phone rang

"Hello?" She froze as she heard the voice on the other end of the line. "No, you listen to me. You've done all the damage you were ever going to do. To me. To Mared Rhys and anyone else for that matter. Do us all a favour. Rot in Hell." She slammed the phone down before dragging herself out of bed. A sickening feeling told he the murder of a young man was a warning. She didn't know how or why but she knew Prosser was back.

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