"Fucks sake Frankie!" Jay shook his head as he brought a bottle of Carling up to his lips. His Saturday in the office had abruptly ended with Frankie's confession. "You can't just fucking turn back up here after two years and fuck about with Cat's head. She's happy with Sam. Leave it be, yeah?"

"Leave it be?" Frankie snapped incredulously. "Cat was mine first!"

"That's all this is about, isn't it? Someone else is playing with your favourite toy and you're not happy about it." Jay scoffed, dismissing the blonde's renewed interest in Cat.

"It's not like that." The younger woman huffed. "I've always wanted Cat. I couldn't handle it when I finally got her. I knew I'd fuck things up and hurt her so-"

"So you did a moonlight flit, fucked things up and hurt the one person who cared most about you in the world? Great plan Frankie. Fucking excellent solution."

"Fuck you Jay." Frankie downed the rest of her beer before flashing the barmaid a smile. "Can we get some shots please?"

"Shots o'clock already?" Tess grinned as she bounced up beside Frankie at the bar. Ed took a seat beside them, looking particularly surly. The blonde wondered whether he had heard any of her and Jay's conversation about Cat.

"Yeah. And it's your round." The blonde teased as the barmaid returned with a bottle of apple sours.

"I've just blown most of my savings on a new dress...totally worth it though. The sales girl was gorgeous and...actually I really am skint. Can you lend me a tenner Ed?"

Ed rolled his eyes but dipped his hand in to his pocket to retrieve his wallet anyway. "Just leave the bottle yeah?" Frankie grinned as the barmaid did as she was asked, and flashed the blonde a wink before leaving to serve her next customer.

"Did Cat have a fit at the mess this morning then?" Tess quizzed as she expertly filled the four shot glasses that had been left for them on the bar.

"She was fine. I cleaned up." Frankie shrugged nonchalantly as Tess stuck her thumb to her forehead.

"Under the thumb or what?" The blonde giggled as she helped herself to one of the shots. "You're like an old married couple...just without the sex-"

"So they're exactly like a married couple." Jay added, shooting a sly grin towards a scowling Frankie.

"Excuse me, that's my sister you're talking about. The last thing I want to think about is her sex life-"

"Well you'll have to talk about someone's Ed. Seeing as you don't have one." Frankie shot back, taking her frustration out on Cat's younger brother.

"OK. Time out you two." Tess handed a shot to each of them as Jay helped himself. "No arguing. No bitching. Just some serious drinking."

"Here, here." Frankie clanked her shot glass against Tess' before downing its contents and reaching for the bottle on the bar. Ed rolled his eyes but followed suit as Tess shot him a pleading smile. It would be a long night and he had no intentions of suffering through it sober.

Cat paced up and down the living room with her mobile in her hand. Sam should have finished hours ago and yet she hadn't came over or even called. She almost jumped out of her skin as her phone finally rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me." Sam greeted her on the other end of the phone. "Sorry I didn't get a chance to phone earlier. I know it's late. There's been an armed robbery at one of the bank's on the high-street...I'm going to be stuck at work all night-"

"Are you still mad at me?" Cat knew she sounded needy and selfish but she couldn't help feeling like Sam was just making excuses to not come over.

"What? No. Of course not. Trust me, I'd rather be spending the night with you than running around Glasgow looking for three armed men wearing Margaret Thatcher masks."

Cat chuckled at the thought of Sam chasing after a Margaret Thatcher look-a-like. "I miss you." Sam sighed. She paused, considering adding something else but seemed to think better of it. "I'm sorry I can't make you dinner tonight. How about breakfast instead?"

"It's a deal." Cat smiled in to her phone. "I'll see you in the morning. I miss you too."

Happy that her girlfriend wasn't purposely avoiding her she said her goodbyes and opened the bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table before curling up under a blanket on the sofa. With or without Sam she'd make the most of having the flat to herself.

"Cat's gonna freak." Frankie frowned at Tess as she struggled to get her key in the lock of her front door. Ed mumbled something that sounded as though he was agreeing with Frankie. He was sat on the floor, cradling his head in his hands. Tess had somehow convinced him to move on to cocktails with her after a dozen or so shots. He handled his drink about as well as his sister did and Tess and Frankie had practically carried him back to Cat's apartment.

Tess finally managed to get the door open. She giggled as she dragged Ed inside, happily informing him she wanted ice cream. Frankie followed them in, closing the door behind her. She caught sight of Cat on the sofa and made her way over towards her. The older woman was sound asleep, her legs tucked underneath her and her arms wrapped protectively around herself. A small smile tugged at the blonde's lips as she realised her ex-lover was once again wearing the hoodie she had given her the night before.

An explosion of noise erupted from the kitchen as Tess managed to drop the ice cream carton, three bowls and a four pack of cider that she'd been balancing on top of the ice cream. Cat woke with a start. Her eyes widened as they focused on Frankie. "Jesus." She ran a hand through her rumpled locks. "What the hell are you doing here Frankie?" As if to answer her question Ed went running past, racing towards the bathroom and holding his hand to his mouth.

"Shots o'clock." Frankie answered, a bemused smile on her face. "Followed by too much sex on the beach."

Cat frowned as Frankie took a seat on the sofa beside her. "Why were you and Ed having sex on the beach? Actually why were you having sex with my brother?" The blonde noticed the empty bottle of red wine on the coffee table and realised Cat's confusion was not just from being startled awake.

"I would never have sex with your brother." She replied, her arm snaking around the back of the sofa as she leant in a little closer to the brunette. "There's only one MacKenzie I want to fu-"

"I think Ed's dying!" Tess called out from the bathroom, interrupting the blonde.

Cat scowled as she got to her feet, pushing Frankie aside. She found Tess and Ed sitting on the bathroom floor. Her brother had his head down the toilet while Tess sat rubbing his back. Cat rolled her eyes at the sight of them. "I'm going to bed." She grumbled, leaving them to it. She turned around to find Frankie leaning against her bedroom door, a suggestive smirk on her lips.

"Now. What were we talking about?" Her voice was low and husky. Whether Cat liked it or not her body trembled in response.

"You were just leaving, weren't you?" Cat forced her voice not to shake as she brushed past Frankie to get in to her room. The blonde didn't let her pass without a fight. Her slender fingers clamped around the older woman's wrist before the rest of her body pinned her to the door frame.

"Was I?"

"You're drunk." Cat growled out, shoving her away as the blonde tried to lean in and kiss her. "I mean it Frankie, you should go."

"Or what? Is Sam going to arrest me? Where is she anyway?" Frankie followed her in to the bedroom, refusing to let up. She took a seat on the edge of Cat's bed, looking up at the her ex with a defiant stare. "I wouldn't leave you alone for two nights-" She fell silent as Cat's hand connected with her cheek. The sound of the slap echoed in the silent room. Cat's chest heaved up and down with the effort of trying to keep control. She couldn't afford to have a break down in front of the younger woman.

"Two years, Frankie. You left me for two fucking years!"

"I'm sorry." The blonde mumbled her apology, knowing full well that nothing she could say could ever make up for what she'd put Cat through. "I was scared. I fucked up. Just like I always do-"

"Oh for God's sake. Drop the pity party Frankie. You knew what you were doing when you got on that plane to New York and forgot to tell me about it for three weeks!" Cat felt herself growing hysterical as a mixture of wine and anger fuelled her words. "No! No, I'm not doing this. I am over all of this Frankie. I'm done with it all. Done with you-"

"You don't mean that." Frankie choked out. "Cat, please-"

"Get out." The older woman ignored her pleas. Walking over to the door she wrenched it open and waited expectantly. When Frankie did not budge from the edge of her bed she stormed over to her and clamped a hand around her arm, intending to force her out of her room. Out of her life. "I said go!"

"Make me." Frankie's response was almost a growl as her own hands took hold of Cat's wrists. She pulled the smaller woman forward, knocking her off balance and pulling her down so that she landed in Frankie's lap. The blonde wasted no time in crushing their lips together.

Cat's eyes widened in disbelief at what was happening, but, just for the briefest of seconds, her lips responded. The kiss was over far too soon though and she wrenched herself away from her ex-lover. This time Frankie was ready. She caught Cat's hand before it could connect with her cheek. The younger woman stole a chaste peck on the cheek before Cat could stop her. She laughed, a mirthless and bitter sound as she pushed Cat aside on to the bed and got to her feet. "You say you're done with me, but then you never push me away all that hard. Do you Cat?" She smirked as Cat's gaze dropped. "See ya babe." The door slammed shut behind her.