We arrived at the station, and headed inside. We'd driven back in silence, and I'd taken the time to calm myself down and get my head sorted. I knew I'd have to sit and write out a report about nearly falling off the roof, which I wasn't looking forwards to.

My knee was starting to go numb, it hurt a little to stand on it. I was sure I'd split it open some how, maybe a deep graze.. I could feel it sticking to my trousers and it made me cringe.

As I limped up the small slope to the station, Smithy placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I want you to go straight to the FME." He told me.

"I'm fine. I don't need to see him."

"It's not debatable, it's an order." he stated.

I rolled my eyes and let myself into the building, Smithy quickly grabbing the door and holding it open for me. I glared at him.

"I can open the door myself, I'm not an invalid." I snapped.

"Remember who you are talking to PC Gordon."

I pursed my lips together and nodded once. I hated it when he went all 'I'm the inspector, you're a police constable' on me. I just nearly died, I could do with a little sympathy from him for once. I continued to limp through into the station and headed straight to the FME, if he was going to be all high and mighty, then I might as well just do what he says and try to avoid him until he's hopped down off of his horse.

I emerged from the FME's office twenty minutes later. He'd cleaned up all of the blood with a sterile wipe, then applied an antibiotic cream to the wound, before covering it with a gauze and wrapping it in a bandage. It was also slightly swollen, so he made me hold an ice pack to it for fifteen minutes whilst he noted down what he had treated me for. Eventually, he had taken the ice pack back and I was free to leave, with a warning not to put too much pressure on it, and no more heavy duties for a few days.

"Oh, Laura!"

I heard Mickey's voice the moment I'd pulled the door shut. I turned to look at him.

"I heard about what happened! Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine." I told him. "Just a bump to the knee."

"Just a bump to the knee? You could've fallen to your death!"

"Well, I didn't." I sighed and started to limp towards the changing rooms.

"Have I done something wrong?" Mickey walked alongside me, a frown forming on his face. "You're being really off with me."

"Oh, no! You haven't... I'm sorry, Mickey! I'm just tired." I apologized for my rude behavior. "You've not done anything. It's just really taken it out of me, slipping off the edge of that roof.. It was, well it was pretty scary." I could feel the tears stinging in my eyes.

He stopped walking and tugged on my arm, pulling me into a hug. "It's alright, sweetheart. I'd have been scared too. Good job Smithy was there to save you, eh?"

At the mention of Smithy, a tear rolled down my cheek. "Oh, I'm such a bitch."

Mickey stepped back and held me at arms length. "You're not.."

"I am!"

Mickey looked through the window of the room next to us, then once reassured that it was empty, he opened the door and led me in. "You're not a bitch, Laura May Gordon. What's brought all this on?"

"I was horrible to him. He saved my life, then I snapped at him." I sniffed back some more tears. "I don't even think I thanked him!"

He sighed. "He'll know you didn't mean to snap, and I'm certain that he knows you're thankful he was there, too."

"But he was acting all on his high horse again, it was like he wanted me to be irritated with him!"

Mickey rolled his eyes. "Bloody hell, woman! I think you've forgotten who we're talking about here. It's Smithy, the person that knows you just as well as I do, one of the people that you go to after an awful day because you know he'll cheer you up."

I sighed and wiped my eyes.

"He might've tried to assert a bit of authority on you when you got snappy, but remember that you are still at work, you can't snap at him here and get away with it so easily. And he did just save your life, not just because he's your inspector, because he's your friend and he cares about your well being."

I nodded and swallowed, before grinning. "Blimey Mickey, who'd have known you could speak such wise words."

"Ah you know me, I'm deep." He chuckled. "I've got to get back to work, but if I was you, I'd go and sort myself out, then go up to the inspector's office. I'd apologize, then thank him for earlier, and offer to buy him a pint."

I smiled. "I will do. Thanks Mickey, sorry I've kept you so long."

"Don't be silly! You're like me sister, I've always got time for you."

"I'll buy you a thank you pint later too, if you're up for it."

"Course I am, but you really don't need to buy it for me, seeing you happy is a reward enough!" He insisted.

I rolled my eyes and smiled again. "Well, thank you, now bugger off you soppy git! I thought you had work to do!"

He chuckled and pulled open the door. "Watch it, or that pint might just end up on your head!"

"You wouldn't bloody dare!"

He chuckled once more and headed off towards CID. I pulled the door shut behind me, and did exactly what Mickey had told me to, heading to get changed.

I pushed the door to the women's changing rooms open, and headed straight over to my locker. I tugged off my trousers, and put on a fresh pair, just shoving the dirty trousers in the bottom of the locker, I'd do something about them later. I grabbed my small handbag and walked over to the mirror, setting it down in front of me. Oh blimey I looked awful. My hair had come loose from the bun at the back of my head, so I took it out and re-pinned it up, then quickly put a bit more foundation on.

Once I was ready, I put my bag away and headed up to Smithy's office. I wasn't quite sure why I felt nervous, maybe it was because I'd in fact been the bitch on the high horse, yet made it out to be Smithy. Or maybe I was just nervous about apologising, I'd never been too good at that.

I paused outside the office and knocked on the door twice. Seconds later, I heard Smithy's voice as he ordered me to come in. I pushed down on the handle and opened the door to find Smithy sat behind his desk looking up at me.

"PC Gordon." he spoke as I shut the door. "What did the FME say?"

"My knee is fine, just a bit swollen. No heavy duties for a few days." I told him and could have sworn I saw a ghost of a smirk appear on his lips, no one liked being on light duties, especially not me.

"Right. Well then after refs you're on custody for the rest of the day." He said.

I nodded. "Yes, Sir."

He smiled and stood up, walking around his desk. "And off the record.. Are you okay?" He leant against the filing cabinet opposite me.

"I'm fine, but I think I need to apologise to you." I told him. "I was rude to you earlier, after you literally saved my life. It was uncalled for, so I'm really sorry... And a pint is my peace offering?"

He smiled. "It's okay, and I'm holding you to that, Laura!"

"I thought you would." I grinned at him. "Seriously though, Smithy. Thank you for pulling me up off of that roof.. I could be dead now if it wasn't for you."

"Oh cheery one, you are!" He said, taking a few steps closer to me. "I wasn't going to just let you fall was I? If you'd have fallen, I'd probably have dived after ya!"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah alright superman."

He chuckled and rubbed my left upper arm. "You going to be okay for the rest of today then, yeah? Because I can send you home if you want.."

I shook my head. "No, no, I don't want to go home.. We're short today anyway, plus who else would be willing to be stuck behind the custody desk?"

He chuckled again and walked back around to his chair. "Alright then. Get that paperwork done for me, then go on a long refs."

"Okay, thanks." I smiled and walked towards the door.

"Oh and I'm expecting that pint tonight."

"If you're lucky!"