Amid the hive of activity in New Scotland Yard, Greg and Sally sat and discussed options.
"Well I can't let you go home." Greg felt like he'd said this a hundred times. "You know that Barrymore is aware that you were the original handler for the information."
"But I can't sleep here forever!" Sally too was getting fed up with this conversation. All she wanted to do was find somewhere safe to stay.
"No you can't, but until I can come up with something better I suggest you get used to it – at least I can be sure you'll still be alive when I come in to work in the morning."
Through her frustration Sally could hear the sincerity in the DI's voice, see his concerns writ clearly in the lines on his face.
In a sudden decisive move, Greg stood up and reached for his coat.
"With me Sergeant, you and I need a change of scene." He stalked from the room, knowing that Donovan was following.
They left the building they turned towards Victoria Street, and the quiet little coffee shop that Greg liked to frequent.
"Look," he said "There's a simple fix here."
Sally looked at him hopefully.
"If you don't mind working nights, then you can sleep during the day, at my flat, in the spare bedroom."