Epilogue

The interview room fell quiet as Sasha glared at the man opposite her. She had always prided herself on keeping her cool but knowing the man opposite her had gotten away with murder once before made her blood boil.

"Didn't you think we'd find out? You've done this before. One police woman threatens to put you in prison - dies in a horrible car accident and years later another female detective is on life support after you cut her car's breaks." Sasha glared. "Didn't you think we'd work it out?" Ted glared at the man opposite him.

"She deserves all she gets."

"Why? Because she did her job?" Ted spat the words as Sasha smirked.

"Ok, well in that case. My name is Detective Inspector Sasha Miller. I am formally charging you for the attempted murder of Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman, the murder of Geoff Jones and DS Emma Rosenberg."

Jim Stevens swore, hitting his fist on the table. Ted and Sasha got up and left the room as the uniform officer took Stevens to his cell.

Xxxxxx

"You look like shit." Sandra mumbled as Gerry smiled.

"Thanks."

She smiled slightly.

"Why didn't you tell us? Me? About the emails?"

She frowned. For a moment she had to think. She felt light headed. The question momentarily confusing her.

"From him. Threatening you."

"I thought they were just stupid empty threats to start with." She sighed as he handed her a glass of water. She took a sip. "And that's what they were."

"Until now."

"Yeah. I could handle it."

"Clearly."

"Gerry." She touched his hand. "Don't do this. I kept them from everyone because I hated them. Jack would have had a heart attack. Strickland would have pushed me to stay in the station, Brian would fret. I can't have that."

"And what about me?"

"You'd have wanted to find and possibly kill whoever sent them." He watched as her fingers curled around his. "I actually thought I had made the right choice."

"Sandra."

"I heard." She smiled slightly.

"Oh." Gerry blushed. "Did yer?"

"Yeah. Think so. Might have been a dream. Dunno with anaesthetic and head injury."

"I love you." He snapped as she raised an eyebrow. "There. Said it." He sulked. "Now maybe Jack, Steve and the others will leave me be."

"Oh ok. Not the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

He laughed.

"You not so bad yourself. Daft sod."

"Charming. Ere's me, baring my soul and you call me a daft sod."

"Well you are." She yawned. "My daft sod." He shook his head and smiled. For the first time since the crash he had a feeling things were going to be ok.

Xxxxxx