Danielle Ferrington stood in Belfast International Airport, fidgeting and playing with the hem of her coat. Closing her eyes, she thought back six months.

Stella had brushed the hair from Dani's forehead, "It's time to wake up, darling," she whispered.

"Mm, five more minutes," Dani mumbled.

"No, love, we need to head back to Belfast, we have our interview with Jim Burns," she leaned down, kissing her wife's forehead.

Dani begrudgingly rolled out of bed. Stella pressed a cup of coffee into her hands, and that's when Dani noticed that she was already dressed in one of her trademark silk blouses and a pencil skirt that hugged every curve.

Stella narrowed her eyes, "What are you grinning about?"

"You look good in that skirt," Dani admitted, sipping her coffee, "Really good."

"You should really get ready," was the reply, but Dani could see a faint blush staining her face as Stella turned away.

Jim Burns had believed them. Or he had enough to not throw them both in jail. He had looked very uncomfortable as Dani had clasped Stella's hand in hers and when Stella leaned in for a kiss.

Dani watched couples and families hug goodbye as their loved one's headed for security. She nodded awkwardly as Glenn Martin passed, remembering the waves her sudden marriage had made at the PSNI.

"You and Stella Gibson?" Dani's patrol partner had questioned, "You mean the scary British blonde lady? About so high? In charge of Operation Musicman?"

"Are there other Stella Gibsons you know?" Dani asked.

The news had traveled fast, and Dani pretended like she was getting used to the weird looks and whispers. She had gone back to the streets, to Eastwood's insistence and Stella's annoyance.

"It's really ridiculous," Stella had grumbled, "That we can't continue to work together. We're not sex-starved teenagers!"

"No, not after last night," Dani had quipped, referring to when, only twelve hours ago, Dani had pushed her back onto their bed. It had been the start of a night where neither party had gotten very much sleep.

"Hm," the older woman flashed her a little smile before kissing her on the cheek, "Stay safe Dani."

Dani rubbed her shoulder. She had tried, but fate, and an encounter with Paul Spector, had other ideas.

"Ma'am, we're on route to a call about three men in an alley fight, one of them in running gear," Dani said into her phone as her partner drove.

"And you think it's Spector?" Stella questioned.

"I thought of the CTV footage of Spector running," She replied.

But as they pulled up to the scene things escalated, one of the men shooting at the car and hitting Dani.

"Dani! Dani! What's happening? Are you hit?" Stella's voice was ragged on the other end of the line as Dani's partner jumped from the car, shooting back, the dark hair man escaping.

Everything was over as fast as it began.

"I took one in the flack jacket," Dani panted, "I'm alright, Stella."

There was a sigh of relief before Stella jumped back to Detective Superintendent mode.

"Don't arrest him, but keep him there, alright Dani?"

"Yes Ma'am,"

Hours later, Paul Spector was in custody, and Stella had wrapped her in a tight embrace.

"God, you scared me," she mumbled into Dani's shoulder, as Dani gently ran a hand across her hair.

Now Stella was flying back from London, she still had responsibilities at the Met, and she and Dani hadn't quite decided what they were going to do now that the Belfast Strangler had been apprehended.

She wasn't sure if Stella even wanted to stay married. They enjoyed each others' company, and Dani knew there was a fondness. There was love, but did Stella just love her? Or was she in love with her?

Dani tried to calm herself. Thinking back to just two months ago, when the final verdict had been handed down, sentencing Paul Spector to life in prison.

The courtroom doors opened to a flood of people, reporters shouting questions as Dani craned her neck to see Stella. The blonde woman walked swiftly through the hall, the crowd parting for her. Seeing Dani, she grabbed her hand, pulling her into the woman's bathroom.

Before the door had even closed behind them, Stella was kissing her, Dani pressed between her and one of the sinks. Dani's hands were on Stella's waist, Stella's arms around Dani's neck as they kissed with fierce passion.

"He's never getting out," Stella panted when they parted, "We did it."

"You did it," Dani had corrected, with a proud smile, kissing her again.

"I have to talk to the press," Stella said, licking her lips, "Then we'll probably need to make an appearance at a proper celebration with everyone from the office."

"Yeah," Dani agreed.

"But then," Stella smiled, "Then we can have a proper celebration."

Looping her arm through Dani's, the two shared a secret smile as they left the bathroom, into the swarm of press.

"Now arriving, flight 158 from London," a loud speaker announced, jolting Dani from her thoughts.

Wiping her hands on her pants, she waited impatiently for Stella to deplane. Crowds pushed through the doors as Dani strained to see over them. Her breathe caught as she saw her.

Stella brushed her hair out of her face, scanning the crowd. Seeing Dani, she flashed a quick smile, before making her way over.

"Dani," she said in lieu of greeting, kissing her hello.

They made small talk on the way back to Dani's flat. Dani marveled how easy this had become, how different it was from that day Stella had wrapped an arm around her waist and announced they were engaged.

"Is something the matter, love?" Stella asked after her coat was off and she'd changed into some more comfortable clothes.

"Why would something be the matter?" Dani avoided Stella's eye.

"You seem," she paused, searching for the right word, "anxious."

Dani didn't reply, choosing instead to fumble with the tea things.

"Dani, I do not like to play games," Stella said, "Did something happen? Or is this about my trip to London?"

"Would you be upset if I applied for a position at the Met?" Dani blurted out, "Or do you want a divorce?"

Stella blinked, eyebrows raised at Dani's outburst, "I would not be upset, in fact I believe the Met would benefit having you. You are an excellent officer."

"No, I mean, you're going back to London, back to work. And I'm here and I didn't know..." Dani trialed off, slumping against the counter.

"You're unsure, that with Spector convicted and my work here done, if I would want to continue our relationship," Stella said.

Dani nodded, feeling helpless.

"Danielle Ferrington," Stella said, moving closer, "These past six months have been the happiest of a long time, and I only have you to thank. I love you, and I would love to live out our wedding vows for the rest of our lives."

Stella wrapped her arms around her wife in a gentle hug.

"For better or worse?" Dani asked and Stella laughed.

"'Til death do us part."