Dempsey and Makepeace are not mine :(

Epilogue.

Harry screwed her eyes closed as the early morning sunshine broke through her bedroom curtains. The last thing she wanted to do was get out of bed but she knew that sooner or later Spikings would be on the phone demanding to know where she was. For the moment she was content to stay where she was. She groaned as she felt the bed move.

"Makepeace?"

"Mmm?"

"Time to get up, Princess."

"It's Saturday."

"See? That's why you made Detective Sargeant."

"Sod off." She mumbled as he kissed her bare shoulder.

"Detective."

"What?"

"Spikings called. I don't think he expected me to answer your phone." Dempsey watched as the colour drained from her face.

"What?"

"He wants us down the station."

"What?"

"He called. Princess. He knows about us." He watched as she pushed herself up in the bed so that she could hug her knees to her chest.

"Spikings knows about us?"

"I think he knew before we did." Dempsey brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her face as she blinked.

"And he hasn't tried to seperate us."

"I guess that's because he's an old romantic at heart." Dempsey smiled. Harry buried her face in her knees, completely embarrassed at the thought that her boss knew what was going on in her personal life. "Aw come on Makepeace."

"What?" She mumbled.

"He just wants the paperwork finshished. I think he's secretley glad we're together. You know, happy for us."

"What did you tell him?"

"That I would get you to the station after your appoointment." He held her gaze as she narrowed her eyes.

"No, work comes first."

"Harry."

"James."

"I mean it. I ain't budging on this one. I told your pop I would look after you and you need to see that counsellor." He watched as she closed her eyes. It was all very 'American' to her. But she had to admit talking to someone outside of her family and friends had helped. She still had nightmares of Dempsey dying because she was too slow to save him, that she was stuck in the back of a blue transit van about to be killed. She ran a finger along his face as she nodded.

"I'll make my appointment."

"Great." He beamed. "I know you hate it but."

"It's worth it."

"It is. I mean if you broke your leg you'd see a doc. Some creep gets in your head you see a doc that can help with that."

"So you keep telling me." She smiled as he took her hand and kissed her palm.

"You know something? Makepeace?"

"No, but I think you are going to tell me." She raised an eyebrow as he kissed her hand again.

"The truth of it is. As I see it. There aint nothing we can't do. "

"As long as we're together?" She watched as he blinked back a tear. The tough New Yorker wasn't so tough after all.

"Always." He kissed her gently as Harry began to think staying round had been the best decision she had made in a long time. And that was the truth.

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a/n sorry but I have an idea for another D&M story. Might be up next week and I wanted the epilogue to this one to be better than this. Hope it's ok.