A big thank you to everyone who has ever reviewed, favourited or alerted this story. This is the last chapter, I can't quite beleive it.

The last thank you must once again be to Rose, who has given me her time, skills and encouragement.

Enjoy.

Epilogue

Smithy stood in the doorway and watched as Mickey filled in a form. The DC had been back at work for five days, and he seemed to be doing okay. In two day's time, Mickey would be going back out onto the streets.

He frowned as the rope burns on Mickey's wrist came into sight; they still had a long way to go. Jack had told him that Mickey was still haunted by nightmares every night, and the DC had been keeping his distance from his friends at work. All except one.

The sergeant had been surprised when Mickey had approached him on the afternoon of the first day. He had been expecting Mickey to avoid him, like he had the last time Delaney had attacked him. However, over the past couple of days, Mickey had been a frequent visitor to his office. Although Mickey had refused to tell him all of the details Smithy now had a good idea of exactly what had been done to Mickey during his capture. The knowledge filled him with so many different emotions: sadness, hatred, guilt.

In return for Mickey's story, Smithy had told the DC about the frantic search for him. He had also made sure that Mickey was aware that he wanted to try and rebuild their friendship. They were taking it one step at a time, but Smithy was fairly sure that they would get there eventually.

It wasn't just his relationship with Mickey that had improved.

Smithy had watched as Mickey's friendship with Jack had gone from strength to strength. Mickey had started calling him Jack at work again. The DCI had sat with the DC as he had trawled through hours of paperwork.

Mickey was alone in the office; the DC had obviously stayed behind to finish up some work. Smithy watched as Mickey threw his pen down onto his desk and stood up. The DC walked over to the small radio that had been kept in the office forever. Smithy knew for a fact that it hadn't been used for years. He leant against the doorframe and grinned as Mickey glanced up at him, a warm smile on his face.

Sweet music filled the air.