WEDNESDAY 11TH OCTOBER
SUN HILL - 1:30 PM

Polly couldn't believe that here she was, walking down the corridor towards the locker room again.

Entering nervously, she smiled brightly as Deb and Jamila greeted her.

"Welcome back!" they spoke as they each hugged her.

"Thanks, I must admit, it feels strange," Polly commented as she opened her locker, gasping in surprise as she noticed some additions. Namely, the magazine Luke had been reading, as well as the doll they'd all been playing with.

"You guys.." she trailed off happily, as she changed into her uniform.

Clipping her radio to her jumper, Polly suddenly had a chill run down her spine. That simple motion brought it all back.

"You okay, Poll?" Deb asked, noticing the spooked expression on her face.

"Yeah, just about." Polly brushed the memory away, and finished dressing.

The three of them made their way to the briefing room, Polly receiving 'Welcome backs' from everyone she passed.

June concluded the briefing and called Polly over, as everyone made his or her way out.

"Sarge?" she asked, wondering where she'd be assigned.

"Polly, I'm keeping you in the station for the next two weeks, just until you get back into it all," she informed her.

"Yes Sarge," Polly replied, not really minding the time to settle back into everything.

"Okay, for today you're with Sergeant Boyden in custody. That alright?" she continued.

"Course, Sarge," Polly answered, only too happy to be back.

"Have a good day, and if there's anything you wanna talk about, you know where I am." June smiled as Polly turned and made her way out.

Briskly walking down the corridor towards the custody suite, she was stopped by Tony, who was bearing a very cheeky grin.

"Ah, Poll, how's it going?" he asked brightly.

"Fine so far. Listen,Tone." She paused as his face took on a serious expression. "I just wanted to say thanks for helping Dave through all this," she smiled.

"No worries, Poll." He returned the smile, as she proceeded down the corridor.

"Oh,Poll!" he called out, hysterically.

"What?" she came back, concerned.

"However amusing, I'm sure it's not something you want advertised." He giggled as he removed the 'Baby On Board' sticker from her back.

"Thanks, Tone." Polly rolled her eyes and stuffed the sticker into her pocket, walking towards custody.

CANTEEN - 4:30 PM

"Can't believe that guy's out on the streets," Vicky voiced her opinion, receiving sighs of agreement from the rest of them.

"Apparently Dave's gonna do something about that," Eddie remarked, as Polly entered the canteen, unnoticed, and proceeded to make her way over to the group, who were facing in the other direction.

"I can think of a few things he should do to that guy!" Deb violently screwed the cap on her water bottle, as Jamila proceeded with the details.

"Yeah, like pour flesh eating ants down.." She stopped quickly as Poll raised her eyebrows questioningly, having caught Deb's last comment.

There was a cold silence. Polly slowly took a seat next to Deb, who swallowed, looking at Tony to instigate the conversation.

"Poll, we're sorry, we -" He trailed off, as everyone looked apologetically at her.

"It's all right. I'd expect it to be a popular subject around here," she whispered, trying to brush off the feeling of tension. She waited for someone to say something, but they didn't. "So, what's been happening around here?" She tried to put on a smile.

Deb was the first to snap out of it, and responded cheerfully. "Oh, Reg finally finished the garden!"

Everyone quipped about what a green thumb he had.

Polly was pleased that they were able to at least hold a conversation. She was worried that everything would have changed. After being updated about the events of the last two months, Polly noticed she only had a few minutes of refs left. She wanted to have a brief chat to Liz before she went back to work.

Standing up, and excusing herself from the table, Poll made her way up to CID.

"Is Liz around?" she asked, as Rod looked up at her from his desk.

"Yeah, she's down getting a coffee. You must have just missed her." He smiled pleasantly, as Polly turned around and proceeded down the stairs again.

She finally found Liz at the coffee machine.

"Poll, good to see you!" Liz smiled as she noticed Polly walking up.

"Yeah, I just wanted to get the news about the trial." Polly spoke as Liz began slowly sipping her drink.

"Well, the date's set for January 6th at this stage. We're trying to build on the charges, reopening previous cases," Liz informed her.

"Oh, I see," Poll muttered glumly.

"We've got three definite as well as one we're working on. Interviewed a thirteen year old this morning," Liz continued.

Polly nodded, thinking ahead to herself. "What's her name?" Poll asked curiously, not sure whether Liz would give it to her or not.

"Sophia Hagley. But I didn't tell ya that," Liz smiled, as Polly realised she was well and truly due off refs.

"Thanks, Liz. I gotta be off." Poll brushed her arm gratefully, as she made her way back to custody.

CUSTODY SUITE - 5:05 PM

"Sorry Sarge, got caught up," Poll apologised as Matt checked his watch.

"Can you update those records?" he pointed to the stack of files.

"Sure." Poll sighed as she put the trial out of her mind, and opened a file.

"All units from Sierra Oscar. Disturbance at fifty-eight Parkmead Estate. Any unit deal?" Poll was vaguely monitoring radio communication, as she blankly filled out forms.

"Sierra Oscar from 340, I'll take that."

Polly smiled as she heard Dave respond.

"Sierra Oscar from 561 receiving?" Deb came over the radio, sounding exhausted.

"Go ahead Debbie," Sergeant Ackland replied.

"We've got a DUI, bringing him in," Deb continued.

"Received," June concluded.

"Poll, I'm wanted in Sergeant Cryer's office, you okay to hold down the fort?" he asked, and received an immediate nod as he handed her the keys.

Quickly finishing the last report, Polly filed them away as Deb and Jamila brought in their drunk driver.

"Now, are you gonna co-operate or do we put you straight in the cell?" Deb threatened, as the guy fought the handcuffs.

Poll sighed and prepared to take his details.

"Name?" She didn't think he was in any condition to answer that.

They waited for a few minutes, while he continued mumbling incoherently about some man, and struggling, almost knocking Deb over.

"We'd be better off letting this one sober up, I reckon," Poll spoke as she led them to the third cell.

"Thanks, Poll," Deb sighed as they bundled him in.

They'd just returned back into the main area, when Matt made an appearance.

"Been out jogging, ladies?" he quipped, noticing that all three of them were out of breath.

"Very funny," Deb sighed.

"Oh, Richard Hagley. At least we've now got a name," Jamila spoke reading off his driving license as Poll entered the details on the computer.

"Address?" They continued, until they had all the information they needed.

"How's your day been so far?" Deb asked, once Matt had left again.

"A bit strange. Good to be back though," Poll spoke carefully.

"So, ah, how's Dave?" Jamila smiled suggestively.

They all giggled for awhile, until Polly finally spoke.

"Great. I had my doubts, but it's been two months and it hasn't come to blows yet!" Poll informed them.

"How's he taking potential fatherhood?" Deb took over.

"Fine until he got his credit card statement!" Polly giggled.

"You?" Jamila chimed in.

"It's interesting. Great until the morning sickness decided to kick in a few days ago." Poll scrunched up her face.

"Be an idea to stick to late turn, eh?" Deb joked.

"You wouldn't wanna know me before twelve midday!" Polly whinged.

"Oh, poor thing," Deb consoled.

"Hate to break up the unofficial refs, but shouldn't you two be back out there?" Matt spoke strictly.

Debbie and Jamila scurried out, leaving Polly to receive a scolding from Sergeant Boyden.

OCTOBER 13TH (TWO DAYS LATER)
4:30 PM

Polly had finally found the time to look through Sophia Hagley's case file. Everything seemed straightforward enough. She had been raped while on her way home from school, and had identified Davidson as the attacker. Looking over the family notes, she noticed that the girl's father was one Richard Hagley. The DUI Deb and Jamila had brought in the other night. Making her way quickly to custody, she found Sergeant Boyden reading a golfing magazine.

"Sarge, that Richard Hagley the other night. Did you get any sense out of him?" Poll asked, not sure whether Matt would think it odd that she was interested or not.

"Yeah, after he sobered up. Just a typical DUI, his wife and daughter came and got him in the morning. Nothing unusual, why?" he finished and looked curiously at Polly.

"He didn't say anything about a man?" she asked.

"Yeah, actually. Kept going on about some bloke he was gonna make pay; gonna get even with for his daughter's sake," Matt answered.

"And you didn't bother to follow it through?" Polly asked, a little bit too accusingly.

"Hang about. It was like a few slurred sentences. He wanted to leave, so I left it at that," Matt answered defensively.

"Right, sir," Poll responded and briskly made her way back up to the front desk.

"What you doing here?" she asked as Dave was obviously waiting for her.

"So now I can't even talk to you?' he whispered approaching her quickly.

"Course, hey, what's with the mood?" Poll asked surprised as Dave had wrapped his arms around her and was nibbling her neck playfully.

"What, I can't show a bit of affection to the woman who spends half the time with her head over a toilet all because of me?" he laughed, as she gave up and kissed him softly.

"Whoa, you guys ever heard of locking the door before getting it on?" George asked, as he stumbled in on them.

"Getting what on?" June asked as she entered behind him. Noticing a very red-faced Polly, and an over excited Dave with his hands wrapped around her, June thought it best if she lay down some ground rules. "Okay, you two, my office," she ordered and proceeded after them down the corridor, leaving an hysterical George Garfield.

SERGEANT ACKLAND'S OFFICE

"Now look, between you and me, I'm very happy for the pair of you. But, when you're in uniform, you have to uphold a level of professionalism," she spoke demandingly at the officers.

"I'm sorry, Sarge, It was all my fault. I can assure you it won't happen again." Dave put on his best injured puppy expression, and his most sincere voice.

"It had better not. If you guys start to mix business with personal, I shall see to it that you're not partnered together, or even in the same locations. Understood?'' June felt bad for what she was doing, but they had to be mature about this.

"Yes Sarge," Polly muttered.

"Dismissed," June commanded, and watched them eagerly leave, not even daring to make eye contact.

CANTEEN -5:25 PM

"And what, Dave was trying it on in the front office?" Vicky asked, not believing a word of it.

"Saw it with my own two eyes, Vick. If we hadn't walked in, well, say no more," George informed the five or so officers crowded around the table.

"What, one kid on the way's not enough?" Gary quipped.

"Hold up, here's Don Juan himself," George chuckled as Dave approached them and sat down at the table.

"George, you been spreading rumours again?" Dave asked sarcastically, knowing full well what they'd been talking about.

"No rumour about it, as far as I've heard," Deb remarked, playfully slapping Dave on the arm.

"What, couldn't wait till the end of the shift," Tony interjected.

"Knock it off. I've already had my knuckles rapped by Ackland," Dave defended himself.

"Doesn't sound like it's your knuckles that are the problem.'' George couldn't resist, as the entire table burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

CID - 5:30 PM

"Liz, just the person I was after," Poll smiled warmly, as she took a seat beside Liz's desk.

"What's up?" Liz asked concerned.

"I've just got a suspicion. The other night, Deb and Jamila brought in a DUI. Richard Hagley. It didn't click at first, but according to Sergeant Boyden, he was going on about getting even with some guy for his daughter's sake. Guess who his daughter is?" Poll watched as Liz's face took on a look of interest.

"Sophia Hagley?" she asked, receiving a nod.

"I thought it was a bit of a coincidence, so I thought I'd let ya know," Poll informed Liz.

"You think he'd know he's out?" Liz asked, Polly obviously having no trouble discussing it.

"Wouldn't surprise me. Was all over the papers," Poll continued.

"I might have a word with the family. Just check they're coping," Liz concluded, thanking Polly for the information.

Deciding to grab a quick drink until her refs ended, Poll made her way to the canteen.

Pushing open the door, she noticed the place was completely empty, except for a small group all around one table, making more noise than if the entire room was full.

She might have guessed Dave was at the center of it all.

"Hey Poll, we hear you've been having a pleasant shift!" Gary teased, as she sat down with a bottle of orange juice.

"I wonder who you got that from.'' Poll threw a deliberate look at George.

Debbie thought it best if they changed the subject. "So, Poll, you started thinking about the baby shower? We all want invites," Deb spoke, getting excited just thinking about it.

Poll looked at Dave. That was one thing they'd completely forgotten about.

"We didn't even think of it, Deb. Let ya know though." Polly smiled, glad that everyone seemed to be comfortable about it all.

"Deb, you ever get around to telling us about that disastrous date?" Jamila asked, causing Deb to blush embarrassed.

Everyone diverted his or her attention back to Deb, as she started the story.

THE NEXT MORNING
HAGLEY RESIDENCE

Liz had managed to persuade Rod that he didn't need to come. Quickly being let in, she was surprised that Mr Hagley was home.

"Yeah, Clare works early. I started at two." He appeared very calm and collected until Sophia had explained why Liz was here.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just assumed you were here about my little night out." He had become quite agitated when Davidson's name had come up.

"Your wife's explained that there's a trial coming up? That your daughter has agreed to testify?" Liz watched as the man nodded.

"It's in addition to another case against a policewoman, right?" he asked, receiving a nod. "It's that woman, isn't it. The one on TV that day. Soph, you saw it, didn't ya?" he almost yelled at his daughter, who answered definitely.

"P.C. Page. You saw it, Dad," she spoke soothingly to her father, who gradually calmed down.

"Yeah, the one at the station. It was her. I remembered her face." He spoke at Liz, who was having a hard time keeping up.

"You've met her?" Liz wasn't sure where this was leading.

"Yeah, the other day at the station. I'm sure it was her," he replied.

Liz knew that it wasn't right for them to be discussing this, but she was concerned about this guy's temper.

"Mr Hagley, while you were in custody, you were heard claiming you had to get even with someone. Who is it?" Liz asked, not sure whether he'd admit it or not.

"Him. Davidson. He's out on the streets right now. Next it could be your daughter, or sister." He took Sophia's hand gently.

"Mr Hagley, calm down. I assure you, Jacob Davidson is being well supervised. He won't be able to hurt anyone else." She waited while the man took that in.

"You promise?" he asked.

"He is being very well monitored." Liz avoided a direct answer. The awful thing was, she couldn't promise. She just had to trust that everyone would do his or her job.

"If you say so," the man responded, still uptight.

"I have to warn you, that any action against Davidson would jeopardise your daughter's case." Liz sighed, hoping that she hadn't just put any ideas in this man's head.

"I understand," he quieted down.

Liz waited for the man to calm completely, before making her way out. She just prayed that this guy wouldn't take matters into his own hands.

OCTOBER 15TH
POLLY AND DAVE'S FLAT - 9:00 AM

"Dave Quinnan, you're a dead man!" Poll yelled as she rushed from the kitchen into the bathroom, for what felt like the twentieth time that day.

Dave took over breakfast, feeling a little guilty. He would have to do something to make up for what she was going through.

Planning the baby shower quietly in his head, as his laid out the breakfast items on the table.

Sitting down to a nice hot piece of toast, he put on his best sympathetic expression, as Polly appeared in the doorway, looking like death warmed up.

"Toast?" he offered her his scrumptious looking piece reluctantly, quite relieved when she shook her head.

Joining him at the table, Poll slowly sipped a glass of milk, each mouthful threatening to send her back to the bathroom. Managing to get some colour back, she brought up yesterday's little incident. "June did have a point, ya know," she spoke confidently.

"I know. I just couldn't resist it. There's something about you in uniform.." He trailed off with a big grin.

Polly paused before continuing, "In the canteen yesterday, you seemed to have something on ya mind?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't deny it.

"Nothing special. Just annoyed with George." Dave lied through his teeth and busily began clearing up his dishes.

"Come off it, something was up." Poll knew he wouldn't admit to it, and it was starting to get on her nerves.

"It was nothing, Poll. Really." Dave let the water run quickly into the sink as he began dropping plates and glasses in.

"You've been like it for the last two days!" she demanded, turning off the water before it ran over the sides of the sink.

"Well, maybe it's just something I'd prefer to work through on me own!" he yelled back, as he angrily stormed out the front door.

Polly couldn't believe it.

She just stood there, mouth wide open in disbelief as he drove off. Picking up the phone, she knew she had to talk to someone. Luckily, Deb answered and came straight over.

TEN MINUTES LATER
SECTION HOUSE - GEORGE'S ROOM

"What, you just left?" George asked, trying not to sound too threatening, but not believing what he heard.

"It was so dumb. I just couldn't talk about it. Not to Poll," he defended, taking the cup of coffee.

"Talk about what, mate? What's eating ya?" George asked sensitively.

"That bastard being released. I can't handle it, George. It's not fair," he sighed angrily.

"You're right, it's not. But there's nothing we can do about it." George was frustrated by it too, but they had to keep it in perspective.

"I don't get how Poll can be so accepting of it. I want him dead!" Dave lost it.

George could understand where Dave was coming from.

"Dave, you've gotta find a way to deal with this. May I suggest you talk it over with Poll?" George knew it was the only way to go.

POLLY AND DAVE'S FLAT - SAME TIME

"He just stormed out, Deb!" Polly sobbed as Deb rested a hand on her shoulder, supportively.

"I'm sure it'll be all right, Poll. He probably just didn't feel ready to talk yet," she soothed.

"I just wish I knew what was eating him. Ever since June spoke to us yesterday, he's been in a mood. All quiet and stuff," Poll explained, her mind jumping to all sorts of conclusions.

"He's probably just finding it hard to adjust to the change between you two. Now that you're back at work and all." Deb looked up as Poll started crying again.

"It's me, Deb. That other day in the front office, he's never instigated anything like that in the past two months. We've gone back to being mates again. It's like he's scared of touching me, it's frightening, Deb." Poll had managed to get all that out, Debbie listening thoughtfully.

"Poll, I don't have these answers, I'm sorry. How about talking it over with Dave?" Deb felt useless, she didn't know what advice to give.

"I tried, Deb. Look what happened!" Poll raised her voice in frustration and disappointment.

SECTION HOUSE: GEORGE'S ROOM - AN HOUR LATER

"Thanks, mate." George spoke as he patted him on the back, and made his way back out to the car. Stopping to pick up a big bunch of flowers, Dave carefully parked the car, and let himself back into the apartment.

It was quiet. All the breakfast dishes were done, and Poll was nowhere to be seen. Finally finding her curled up asleep on the bed, he suddenly felt so guilty for walking out. Placing the flowers on the beside table, he made his way over to the other side on the bed, and lay down, watching her sleep peacefully. Protectively nestling his arms around her sleeping form, Dave dozed off.

Polly was the first to wake up, surprised to find herself in Dave's arms. Noticing the flowers, she smiled to herself, as she snuggled in closer, listening to him snore softly.

After about five minutes, he began to stir. Polly gently lent up, and kissed him softly, as he opened his eyes. She was relieved when he passionately returned the kiss, and looked up at him willingly, as he motioned to take this further.

NOVEMBER 12TH (ONE MONTH LATER)
SUN HILL POLICE STATION - 1:50 PM

Polly had been much happier lately, now that she and Dave had worked through most of their issues. She was looking forward to getting back out in the Area Car with Tony, as she checked through her internal mail.

Running up the stairs towards CID, she frantically approached Liz, handing the envelope and note to her.

"I just got it," Poll gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Liz read the note quickly. '' 'P.C. Page, I'm going to make that bastard pay for what he did to us all.' '' It was sighed Richard Hagley. "Rod, let's go. Poll, we'll handle it." Liz squeezed her arm, as she and Rod took off for the car.

Polly slowly made her way back down to briefing, luckily she was only a few minutes late. Walking with Tony out to the Area Car, she felt completely numb. She didn't know what Liz and Rod would uncover. Tony picked up on her vagueness.

"Poll, you sure you're all right with going out?" he asked worriedly.

"Course, Tone. It's not that anyway," she whispered back, as she told him about the note.

"Hope they find him before he earns himself a prison sentence," Tony responded as they hopped into the car, and drove off.

Polly tried to get this morning's incident out of her mind.

HAGLEY RESIDENCE - 2:05 PM

"Mrs Hagley, is your husband at home?" Liz demanded as the door was opened.

"He's at work, why?" the woman replied worriedly.

Quickly getting his work details off her, they left the property.

"You really wanna find him, Liz?" Rod asked, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Rod, I don't want this poor bloke spending the next ten or so years in prison for murder," Liz responded loudly.

"But deep down, you want us to help save that's bastard's life?" Rod continued.

"Rod, I'd much rather see him rot away in jail for the rest of his life, than letting Hagley put him out of his misery. I'd prefer it if he had the chance to experience some of the things he's made that poor child go through. You know how rapists get treated inside," she replied, watching

Rod consider her statement. "Yeah, I suppose. It'd just seem a hell of a lot easier if we just couldn't find Hagley," he concluded as they drove towards the factory where Hagley worked.

AREA CAR -2:30 PM

So far, the shift had been completely uneventful. Poll raised her eyebrows as an all units came across.

"All units from Sierra Oscar, we've got a report of a disturbance. Outside the Canley Arms. Two males, one armed with a knife. Any unit deal?" June spoke quickly.

"Sierra Oscar from 340, we'll take that, Sarge," Dave spoke, as George hit the accelerator.

"They get all the fun," Tony joked, he turned another corner, hoping this time, that they'd have something to do.

"Almost feel guilty getting paid for shifts like this," Polly sighed.

CAR FACTORY

Liz and Rod hadn't been surprised to learn that Hagley had never shown up for work. That just made their job even harder.

"So what now?" Liz asked as they walked back towards the car.

"We wait for him to show up somewhere," Rod replied, secretly glad they hadn't found him.

CANLEY ARMS

Dave and George pulled up outside the pub as they saw the two men fighting. George recognised immediately who they were dealing with, and radioed for assistance.

"Sierra Oscar from 218, assistance required. We've got Davidson and another IC1 male involved in a serious argument outside the Canley Arms. The IC1 has a knife," George spoke frantically as he physically held Dave by the collar to keep him in the vehicle.

"Received. All units, assistance required outside the Canley Arms," June repeated.

AREA CAR

"Forget it Poll," Tony warned as he saw her hand reach for the radio.

"Tone, its gotta be Hagley. Please," Polly pleaded.

"No way. There are other units," he stated shortly. He wasn't allowing her to get involved in this one.

"Tone, we're the Area Car. Besides, Hagley's not gonna wanna listen. But maybe if I could talk to him, get him to calm down?" Poll continued, just wanting to get over there.

"Poll-"

She cut him off by responding; "Sierra Oscar from Sierra One, on way. ETA two minutes."

Tony stared at her angrily, before activating the blues and twos, and planting his foot on the accelerator.

OUTSIDE FACTORY

It was by sheer coincidence that they'd been back in the car with the radio when the call came through. Liz nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Polly responding to the call.

"Darn it, no Poll," she muttered, as Rod took the exit sharply.

CANLEY ARMS

"What the hell are they doing here?" gasped George as he saw the Area Car pull up.

"I'm gonna kill her," Dave spoke as he exited the car, and ran over to them.

Polly was out of the car and briskly walking towards the two, when Dave caught her by the arm.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled.

"Stopping that guy from ending up on a murder charge, now let go," Polly hissed back, as she pulled her arm free, and extended her baton.

"Mr Hagley, put the knife down!" she demanded, as she motioned for George to back her up on the other side.

"No way!" the frantic man retorted, and proceeded to grab Davidson by the collar.

"You don't wanna do this. What about Sophia? It's not worth it!" Poll yelled again, as she and George stepped closer.

"I have to, Polly. For you and Sophia, and all the others! He's gotta pay!" The man was becoming more violent. Polly had given up, and moved in to disarm him.

"Mr Hagley, drop the knife!" she yelled once last time, before striking him on the arm, knocking the knife to the ground.

George quickly came forward and grabbed Davidson, who couldn't believe what was happening. Rolling Hagley on to his back, Polly cuffed him reluctantly, and got him to his feet.

"Tone! " she yelled, just wanting to get as far away as she could from Davidson.

Getting a ride back with Jamila, Polly had preferred not to travel to Sun Hill with Hagley, and she didn't wanna have to face talking to Dave.

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