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It was visitation day again, and after making the familiar journey, Kaz had gone through processing, and was sitting opposite Harry once again.  She could tell the minute he walked through the door that he was in a mood, and part of her wished she hadn’t bothered coming at all.  It was hard for her, only getting an hour every couple of weeks, and despite everything, she genuinely thought he was a good man, so when he spent their precious hour sulking and feeling sorry for himself, it really pissed her off.  This wasn’t exactly how she had pictured their future together, and it was tough on her as well, but here they were, and all they could do was make the best of their time together until she could get him out of here.

He had challenged her over Bea and Allie’s relationship again, implying she had purposely taken the shots at the precise moment that would make their interaction look more than what it actually was.  He was struggling to believe that the woman he was married to for fourteen years, and the one in the photos were the same person.  The Bea he knew would never have the confidence to get into another relationship, never mind with another woman.  The blonde was hot, he’d give her that, and her picture had helped him out on a few occasions when he was alone in his cell at night, but she wouldn’t look twice at someone like Bea, would she?

His ex-wife was an attractive woman, he would never deny that, but she was so timid, so pathetic, that he was struggling to believe that someone like Allie would give her the time of day, hooker or not.  Harry knew he had no reason to doubt what Kaz was telling him, and she had done so much for him, but he couldn’t help but wonder.

“I just can’t see it Kaz, Bea’s not like that.  That whore must have brainwashed her, assuming they are fucking, like you claim they are” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.  He’d had enough shit from some of the other guys when they’d found the photos in his cell

“Why would I lie to you Harry?  I don’t know how else I can prove it, or why you’re still so fucking hung up on her.  If she’s as dull as you say she is, then why does it bother you so much?”

“First she fucks my life up, then she swans around fucking some slut.  Do you have any idea how much shit I’ve taken from the guys in here, they’re saying I turned her into a fucking dyke”

“Forget about her Harry.  I need you to focus on us, on getting out of here, but I need to know you’re with me, and only me.  Can you do that, because if not, we’re done?” she shot back, her tone clipped as she felt her anger rise

He’s never seen Kaz so angry before, and knew he’d pushed her too far.  It wasn’t that he didn’t want her, he just couldn’t let the whole Bea thing go, not without knowing for sure.  He would have to cut Kaz out and go straight to Stewart, but he would need her on side if he was ever going to get out of this hellhole.

“I’m sorry, it’s just been a rough couple of weeks.  I miss you Kaz, and I want to get out of here and be with you, more than anything.  Maybe, once I’m away from this place, we could get married” he said, knowing how much she wanted them to build a life together.  He knew he wasn’t being fair, but right now he needed her by his side, that was the only way he could get through all of this.

His words had calmed her down, and the last twenty minutes of their visit had gone a lot better.  She would be coming in for a conjugal in a couple of weeks, and no matter what Stewart managed to find, he would make sure to fuck away any doubt she may be having.

 

 

Debbie had arrived home the previous day, and Allie could tell that Bea was glad to have her home for a while.  She would be getting her exam results in a couple of weeks, and although it was only her first year, Allie knew how nervous the younger Smith was.  She was very much like her Mum in that way, and that alone led Allie to believe that she would be just fine.

They had stayed in the previous evening, favouring takeaway and a couple of movies over going out, and for Bea, it had been the perfect night. She loved it when she got to spend time with the two most important women in her life, and having Debbie home made her family complete again.  She wasn’t stupid, and she knew that there was a good chance that Debbie wouldn’t move back home once she was finished with university, but she would take what time they had together, and cling on to it as tight as she could.

Debbie loved university, and she had made some fantastic friends, but she missed her Mum, and it was great to be home, even if it was only for a couple of months.  She had missed Allie too.  They had spoken on the phone on a regular basis over the past few months, and she was the one that Allie had gone to for help when she was planning her Mum’s birthday surprises.  It was strange how she had felt a stronger familial bond over the last few months than she had in all the time her Mum and Dad were together.

Bea was at work the following day, leaving Allie and Debbie to entertain themselves.  Allie had thought that Debbie would want to be off somewhere with Shayne, knowing he wasn’t working that night, but she had been adamant that she wanted a girls night with the blonde.  They hadn’t done much really, Debbie had cooked dinner, and they had spent a couple of hours after that on one of her old dance games.  They were both pretty good, so things had gotten quite competitive, Debbie finally taking the victory on the last track, although she was sure Allie had messed up on purpose, not that the blonde would admit it, claiming she had been beaten fairly.

By the time they had finished they were worn out.  Falling back on the sofa, Allie turned on the television, flicking over to the music channel, while Debbie went to grab them a beer.  Crashing down on the sofa beside Allie, she handed on of the bottles to the blonde, before taking a long drink.  “That’s so good” Debbie said, her eyes closing as she savoured the taste of the beer.  She wasn’t much of a drinker, but had been partaking more since starting university, not that she drank a lot still.

They had been discussing music for a while, when Debbie turned to the blonde, a serious look on her face.  “What made you start playing?” she asked

“I had piano lessons when I was little.  I’d always loved music, even from an early age, and while I enjoyed it, I wanted to play the guitar.  My mother finally caved, after I’d pestered her for months, and let me try it.  I loved it, and got my first guitar a few weeks later” Allie replied, knowing the only reason her mother had bought her the guitar was to shut her up

“You play the piano?” Debbie asked, surprised by the blonde’s admission

“I do, although it’s been a while so I’d probably be shit at it now”

“Will you teach me to play, the guitar I mean?  I’ve always wanted to try”

“Sure” Allie replied, standing up and grabbing her guitar, before coming to sit beside Debbie again on the sofa.

She talked her through the different chords, showing her when to position her fingers for each one, then handed the guitar over to the young brunette.  Allie made it look so easy, but no matter how Debbie positioned her hands, she couldn’t get it right.  The blonde had told her that once she learnt the basics, it should be a quick learning curve, but getting to grips with the chords would be the most frustrating part.  She had expected to at least have a couple of the chords down after an hour though.  Sensing Debbie’s frustrations, Allie took the guitar from the young Smith, setting it down beside the sofa, before turning to face her.

“Don’t try to rush it.  I know it feels like you’re never going to pick it up, but give it time”

“It looks so simple when you do it”

“Yeah well, not everyone can be as good as me”

“It clearly wasn’t your modestly that caught Mum’s attention” the young brunette said, as Allie punched her arm softly, both of them laughing as she fell of the sofa

After another round on the dance game, they called it a night.  Debbie had arranged to spend the following day with Shayne, and Allie was working the evening shift, so wanted to spend a few hours alone with Bea while they had the chance.  She loved that Debbie was home, but it meant they had to be careful.  They had gotten used to having the house to themselves, and the last thing they wanted was Debbie catching them…again.

 

 

The day of the party had finally arrived, and Liz and Boomer had closed the bar so they could host.  The guys had offered to play, and had bullied Allie into doing a couple of songs with them.  They knew she would want to spend the evening with her girlfriend and Debbie, but also knew how much Bea loved watching her play.  Both Allie and Shayne had been given the night off so they could spend the evening with the birthday girls, and Liz and Kim would be tending the bar, with Boomer helping out when necessary.

The bar was filled with a mixture of Bea’s and Debbie’s friends, and had filled up pretty well.  The guys from the station had come out for the evening, Vera and Fletch arriving together, and looking very happy.  Bea had spoken to her a couple of times about Kaz, but she hadn’t seen anything suspicious recently, and Proctor had been almost pleasant the past couple of weeks, and although Bea found it odd, would take it while it lasted.  Smiles had turned up with her latest conquest.  They had stopped trying to remember their names a long time ago, the poor guys never lasting long enough to warrant the effort.  Last to arrive from the station was Will, and he had brought his girlfriend Rose along.  Bea had seen her in passing when she dropped him off at the station, but they had never had the chance to speak.  Hopefully that would change over the course of the evening.

The party was in full swing by the time they took to the stage, the guys playing alone for the first few songs, giving Allie some time with her family.  She had become like a sister to them, and it was blindingly obvious how much she loved both Bea and Debbie.  Out of the three of them, Ash was closest to Allie, the pair spending hours together writing songs, and while he knew she hadn’t had an easy life, the blonde never really divulged any information.  The bits he did know, she had given away in her lyrics.  He was glad she had someone like Bea, and like the blonde’s, Bea’s face would light up every time she looked at Allie.  It was clear they were meant for each other, and he was pleased for them, Allie deserved to be happy.

She joined them on stage after five songs, and had decided to cover on of Debbie’s favourite artists.  There were also a few lines in the song that she really connected with, and made her think of the beautiful redhead across the room.  Deciding to leave her guitar, she stepped up to the mic stand, waited for the guys to start playing, and then started to sing.

Trying hard not to fall

On the way home

You were trying to wear me down, down

Kissing up on fences

And up on walls

On the way home

I guess it's all working out, now

 

Cause there's still too long to the weekend

Too long till I drown in your hands

Too long since I've been a fool, oh

 

Leave this blue neighbourhood

Never knew loving could hurt this good, oh

And it drives me wild

Cause when you look like that

I've never ever wanted to be so bad, oh

It drives me wild

You're driving me wild, wild, wild

You're driving me wild, wild, wild

You're driving me wild

 

We’re alike you and I

Two blue hearts locked in our wrong minds

So can we make the most out of no time?

Can you hold me?

Can you make me leave my demons & my broken pieces behind?

 

Cause there's still too long to the weekend

Too long till I drown in your hands

Too long since I've been a fool, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

 

Leave this blue neighbourhood

Never knew loving could hurt this good, oh

And it drives me wild

Cause when you look like that

I've never ever wanted to be so bad, oh

It drives me wild

You're driving me wild, wild, wild

 

As she sang, Allie winked at her girlfriend, who had a huge grin on her face.  Glancing across the bar, she spotted Debbie, Shayne and Boomer throwing down some interesting dance moves.  She knew Debbie could dance, so could only assume she was playing down to Boomer’s level so her friend didn’t feel quite so self-conscious.

 

You make my heart shake

Bend and break

But I can't turn away

And it's driving me wild

You're driving me wild

 

You make my heart shake

Bend and break

But I can't turn away

And it's driving me wild

You're driving me wild

Leave this blue neighbourhood

Never knew loving could hurt this good, oh

And it drives me wild

Cause when you look like that

I've never ever wanted to be so bad, oh

It drives me wild

 

She grabbed her guitar and did another three songs, before jumping off the stage and leaving the guys to it.  She had done her bit, and wanted to spend the remainder of the evening with her girlfriend and Debbie.

The rest of the evening went well, and after spending a bit of time with Rose, Will’s girlfriend, Bea found that she really liked her.  She was a nurse, and knew Bridget from the hospital, but hadn’t realised the connection between Will and Franky until the tattooed brunette had referred to him as boss.  Rose had been nervous about going to the party, and when they first got together, had been suspicious of Will’s relationship with Bea, despite him telling her on numerous occasions that they were just friends.  One look at her and Allie together and it was blatantly obvious she only had eyes for the blonde.  It was late, or early morning, by the time they made it home, and they were all more than a little drunk, but it had been a good night, and there was no harm in letting their hair down every now and then.

 

 

It had been two days since the party, and the three of them were just about recovered.  Allie made a mental note to never try and keep up with Boomer again.  They had all been a little rough the morning after, and Debbie had vowed never to drink again, although Bea was sure she would change her mind once her birthday arrived.  Bea was working, and the following day, her and Allie were planning on going into town to get a couple of last minute things for Debbie’s birthday, as well as collect her main present.  In order to save time, Allie had offered to pick her girlfriend up from the station, that way they could grab some breakfast, then head to the shops before it got too busy.

Jake Stewart couldn’t believe the opportunity that had just presented itself.  He had been watching Smith’s ex-wife and her tart for just under a week, when he hit the jackpot, there was no way Harry could misinterpret the photos he’d just managed to get.  He had been watching the bar where the blonde worked, and was just about to leave, knowing she was alone, when a fire truck pulled up outside, and Bea Smith jumped out.  She looked different in her turnout gear, and if it wasn’t for her trademark red hair, he would have missed her.  Jake watched on as she approached the front door, knocking, she waited briefly before it opened, the blonde grabbing a fist full of her jacket and pulling her inside.

Liz had called Allie the previous afternoon and asked her to set the bar up for Kim, who was working the lunchtime shift, as the older blonde had an emergency dentist appointment, so wouldn’t be able to do it.  Allie had called Bea last night to let her know, the redhead suggesting that they call at the bar for an hour, once Allie had picked her up, before heading out for the day.  Once they had picked up Debbie’s birthday present, they could then grab some lunch, as breakfast would be a distant memory by that point.  After receiving a message from her girlfriend letting her know they were still on a shout, and would be late, Allie replied, telling her that she would go and set up the bar while she waited.  Checking her phone again when she arrived at Fuel, she found another message from Bea, telling her to wait at the bar as Franky was going to drop her off once they got back to the station.

The fire took longer to put out than she had expected, and Bea was conscious that Allie was waiting for her, so in the spur of the moment, had asked Fletch to take a slight detour on the way back in and drop her off at the bar.  She could call at the station later to drop her turnout gear off, as well as collect the stuff from her locker, but right now, she needed to see her girlfriend.  After jumping out of the truck, she wandered around to the front of the bar, knocking on the door.  A minute or two later the door opened, and going by the look on Allie’s face, she had made the right call.  Bea barely had time to take a breath before she was dragged inside, the blonde’s eyes black with desire.

Hearing a knock on the door, Allie prepared herself for some drunk, needing an early morning tipple, so was pleasantly surprised to find her girlfriend standing there, in her uniform, looking all dirty and sexy.  She could feel the wetness pooling in her underwear as her eyes raked over the redhead standing in front of her.  Reaching out, she grabbed a handful of Bea’s jacket, pulled her inside, and kissed her.  Slamming the door shut, she pushed Bea up against it, a soft groan escaping her girlfriend’s lips as her back slammed against the wood of the door, Allie’s hands slipping insider her turnout coat, holding her close.

“So…fucking…hot” Allie moaned between kisses, as she ran her hands up her girlfriend’s sides, pushing her coat off in the process.

Stepping back slightly, her eyes roamed the full length of Bea’s body, coming to rest on her beautiful face.  She had a few soot smudges on her face, and she smelt like a bonfire, but Allie had never been so aroused.  Kim wasn’t due for another hour, and she knew they needed to go into town, but all she could think about in that moment was the redhead’s hands on her burning skin.  “I’m burning up baby…” she said, stepping away from Bea until her back hit the bar, smirking at the redhead opposite

“You need me to put your flames out?” Bea replied, slowly walking towards the blonde.  Bea could tell by the rapid rise and fall of Allie’s chest that she was as affected as she was

“Fuck yes” Allie practically growled as Bea stepped in front of her, pinning her against the bar as her hands roamed over her breasts, the blonde’s shirt rising up with Bea’s movements.

 

 

 

 

Crossing the road, Jake had kept a lookout, making sure no one saw him as he crept around the side of the building and jumped the wall, having spotted a window there when he was checking the place out a couple of days ago.  He couldn’t have set this up better if he had tried, and the position of the window gave him the perfect view of the couple, who were completely unaware they had an audience.  Grabbing his camera, he moved quietly, adjusted his position so he could get a better shot.  He watched them for a few minutes before aiming the camera.  This was going to be sweet torture, and he could already feel his arousal building, but there was no way he was missing this.

Forty five minutes later, he stumbled back over the wall, the throbbing in his pants making the movement much more difficult.  Reaching his car, he threw the camera down on the passenger seat, climbed in, and drove home as quickly as possible.  He would download and print the photos later, right now he had a more pressing issue to deal with.

 

 

Kim arrived to start her shift, and was surprised to find Allie and her girlfriend walking back through the office door.  After saying hello, they headed out, the redhead keeping her head down as they quickly crossed the room left the building.  She knew Liz had asked Allie to set up for her, but had expected her to be gone by now, although judging by the dirty handprints on the front of her white shirt, she had clearly gotten side-tracked.  She liked Allie, and if the circumstances were different, the blonde would make a good friend.  But she was there to do a job, and there was too much riding on this to fuck it up.

They drove home quickly, knowing they were now short on time, but my god it had been worth it.  Allie was mortified when she saw her girlfriend’s handprints on the chest of her shirt.  There was no way Kim hadn’t seen that, and she was thankful that her colleague hadn’t called her on it.  After showering separately, that was the only way they would ever make it out of the house, they dressed and headed into town to pick up Debbie’s birthday present.  After calling at the jewellers, they picked up another couple of gifts before grabbing a late lunch, their earlier activities throwing their schedule out, not that either of them cared.

After lunch, Allie drove them over to the station so Bea could drop her turnout gear off, and collect a few things from her locker.  The redhead had been gone for about fifteen minutes when Allie decided to get out of the car, it was a warm day, and it was getting a bit stuffy in there.  Grabbing her sunglasses, she closed the door, wandered around to the front and leaned against the bonnet.  She could hear the chatter from the crew across the other side of the yard, but as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, enjoying the warmth from the sun on her face, the sounds faded into the background.  She wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there, but one minute she was basking in the heat, and the next she was being blasted with ice cold water.

She let out a loud scream as she jumped forward, trying to escape the freezing cold jet that for some reason seemed to be following her.  Running across the yard, she finally escaped the icy torture, water dripping from her hair onto her clothes that were equally as wet, the heat from the sun doing nothing to combat the chill from her wet clothing.  Pushing her wet locks away from her eyes, she looked up, and into the face of a smirking Kaz, who was standing there with a hosepipe in her hand, the water now spraying over the concrete yard.

Bea had dropped her gear off, grabbed the few things she would need from her locker, and was walking back down the corridor when Will Jackson stopped her.  Following him into his office, she closed the door and took a seat.  He explained that there had been a bit of a re-shuffle in headquarters, which had delayed his promotion, but he was expecting it to happen within the next couple of months.  He wanted her to start working with Franky to prepare the brunette for the handover, and to give her a bit of hands on experience for when she took over Bea’s job.

After finalising the details, she left his office, Will walking beside her as she headed towards the yard, and her waiting girlfriend.  They were just rounding the corner when she heard a scream, and it sounded a lot like it was coming from Allie.  Picking up the pace, she started to run, the sound of shouting ringing through the otherwise quiet corridor.  Bursting through the door, she saw a drenched Allie, standing toe to toe with Kaz, and it looked like her girlfriend was about to kill Proctor.

“What the fuck was that?” Allie yelled, water running down her face as she glared at the older blonde. 

Stepping forward, Bea positioned herself between the two women, her arm instinctively reaching back to protect her girlfriend.  Allie was fuming, and as much as Bea’s protectiveness made her heart skip a beat, she could feel her anger building, and was struggling to stop her fist from connecting with that bitches face.  Stepping out from behind her girlfriend, she stood beside her, her eyes finding the redhead’s letting her know she was ok

“It’s Allie isn’t it?  I’m sorry, my hand slipped, and when I tried to drag the hose away I made it worse” Kaz said, loud enough for Jackson to hear.  “No point in cleaning the yard if you don’t wash away all the filth” she added, her voice much quieter so only Allie and Bea could hear

In the split second it took for Allie to register what she had said, Bea had launched herself forward, her fist connecting with Kaz’s chin, sending the older blonde sprawling across the floor.  Allie grabbed hold of Bea’s arm, pulling her back slightly, the last thing she wanted was her girlfriend to get into trouble at work.

“Enough” Will yelled, his voice booming across the yard, making Kaz wince slightly, as she held her jaw.  “Proctor, my office.  Now.  Allie, go and get yourself cleaned up.  Smith, I’ll deal with you later” he added before turning and heading back into the station, Kaz following him, a smirk still plastered on her face.