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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 15

As the hours passed since Jo had been taken into Accident and Emergency, Guy feared the worst. He still hadn't seen Jo or a doctor, even by the time other officers had been and gone there still was no news. At least he had company as he waited. Robert, John, Allan, Jim, Saffy and Will had all decided to stay to ease their own minds and help Guy ease his by keeping the conversation going and trying to lighten the atmosphere with the occasional joke. From outward appearances it seemed that it was helping but on the inside Guy was breaking in two.

Saffy walked up to him and bent down, "I'm sorry Guy, I feel totally responsible for tonight. I knew Marion would be early so I made sure that I'd be there for about twenty to seven. It was 18.43 by the time I got there."

Even though he smiled, his eyes conveyed sadness. "It's ok. We were all trying to do our best for Jo. I'm only thankful that we knew about the three of you meeting up and obviously where, otherwise God knows what could've happened."

She touched his clenched hands gently, "thank you, Guy. I'm going to the machine would you like a drink?"

He shook his head as he watched her turn away from him and walk down the corridor, eventually falling out of sight. He sighed, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes to the pain before looking back at the clock. It had been 8.45 pm when they had finally reached the hospital and he had been ushered into the waiting room as Jo's trolley had been pushed off in another direction. It was now 12.07 am, he'd heard of cases such as these taking a time to sort out but he himself had never expected such a wait.

As if in answer to his silent anxiety a female doctor walked into the waiting room. He stood up, his head full of questions as he sensed that Robert had joined him. "DI Gisborne?" She offered her hand to Guy, "and this is?" She asked gesturing toward Robert.

"This is DCI Hood, Jo's commanding officer," Guy introduced the other man.

"Right. Ok, sorry we haven't been back to you in a little while but we've been trying to get Jo on a ward so that you can see her."

"Is she ok?" Guy cut in.

She smiled, "DI Gisborne, she is stable. As soon as she was brought in and armed with the information that you had given us we made a decision to pump her stomach. We used this method because we didn't have any idea of what or how many tablets she had been forced to swallow and the fact she was still in a coma. We have run considerable tests. All have proved conclusively that Jo is in a healthy position to recover although we must stress that we cannot rule out the possibility of problems in the future. However, we do feel that because Jo has always looked after herself that the chances of anything happening are slim. She is still in a coma and the next 24 to 48 hours will be very telling."

"Do you have any idea of when she is likely to come around?"

"I'm sorry DI Gisborne, I couldn't possibly tell you that although I and my colleagues anticipate that it will not be long until she is up and about again. She is a very strong, capable woman." Guy nodded, "would you like to see her?"

He felt Robert's hand on his back giving him a slight nudge. "Yes, yes, please."

"Then I'll get someone to show you where she is."

As the doctor walked away Guy turned to Robert. "It seems a good prognosis."

"Yes, it does. Go and see her, I'll come and find you in a bit after I've spoken to everyone here and sent them home."

"Thanks, Robert." Robert shrugged. Guy noticed a nurse patiently waiting for him; he turned and followed her knowing that she was to take him to Jo. He couldn't wait.

They walked through countless corridors and up and down staircases until finally he was shown into the small anteroom where Jo was lying. He thanked the nurse and crossed the threshold of the room, a ventilator hissed whilst a heart monitor beeped indicating that Jo wasn't on her own completely. His heart sank, he'd known she was in a coma but he'd never realised that she was so helpless too.

After noiselessly moving a chair as close to Jo as he possibly could, he took the seat before bending forward and taking her small, delicate hand in his own. It looked deathly pale and felt chilled against the warmth and healthy glow that exuded from his own. Bringing it to his lips he placed delicate kisses along her knuckles hoping that he would soon be able to kiss and caress every part of her body again, "come on, baby," he whispered encouragingly, "come home to me."

His response was another hiss and a beep, "well, I'm glad we're still talking," he smiled to himself. Gripping her hand he traced circles over her palm willing her to respond to him. "Jo, I really need you to listen to me, there's something I should have said, something I should have done. I should never have left you on your own, I'm sorry. I should've taken you home that night; I should never have let you walk out of Vasey's penthouse on your own. You want me to leave you alone until I'm divorced, I don't think I can do that. I now know that the reason I was put on this earth was to serve you, protect you and love you. Jo, I know I'm being selfish but we have to be reasonable with one another. You can't honestly tell me that when you see me you feel nothing, I know you do. I've seen it. Your eyes couldn't lie to me earlier on they'll never be able to lie to me; they mirror my own feelings for you far too readily. You stopped me from telling you that I love you and I'll never allow you to do that to me again, I love you. There I've said it, and again. I ... love ... you.

"Robert told me that you're not sure what you want to do anymore. I feel the same. There is one thing I am definitely sure of though, I want my future to include you. No, my future does include you for if it doesn't I have no reason to go on, which means that I can't give up on us. Robert has given me hope that once this whole sorry mess is over with then I will be able to win you back. I have a big problem with that. After talking to a friend of mine that is a lawyer he's told me that divorce can go on for years and with Emily so set on destroying me by trying to kill you she'll be up for a fight, no doubt she'll have some expensive barrister in her pocket. I can't wait that long for you to decide whether you want me back or not, I can't go through all of this to find that in possibly years to come I can't win you back because you've lost faith in me and taken another lover. That would be enough to finish me off completely."

He could've sworn he felt the slightest response from her but it was so faint that he thought he'd imagined it. A hand clasped his shoulder; he turned to see Robert and another man with sandy hair and kind green eyes. "Sorry to disturb you Guy but can we have a quick word." He nodded, gently placing Jo's hand back where he'd found it and getting up from his seat. They crossed the room as quietly as they could stepping out into the corridor. "Guy, this is PS Peter Green. Peter and Jo were partners for many years before she came over to the dark side."

Guy instantly felt at ease with the other man, proffering a hand. Peter gladly took it and shook it heartily. "Hello, Peter."

"Hello, Guy. Nice to finally put a face to the name although I understand from DCI Hood that it isn't actually Matthews and you're not a crook which I'm very relieved about. He's filled me in with everything that has been going on." Guy looked startled at this comment. "Oh, wait, if it's any consolation I told Jo that I thought you were smitten with her and that she should be careful, that you'd fall in love with her if you hadn't already."

"I love her, Peter. All I want to do is to be able to take her away from all of this and look after her, love her."

"I'm glad to hear it. Wouldn't like to think I'd have to give you the speech."

"I've had it, from Dale of all people." The three laughed. "Do you want to see her?"

"I will in a bit, I think there is something you should know though, it's about that Marion woman. I believe she was avenging her brother's death."

"Forensics told us as much," Robert suggested.

Peter looked between the men, "I don't know whether either of you know much about what happened to her whilst she was growing up."

"Guy gave us a potted history yesterday."

Peter turned his attention back to Guy, "so you know about the rape then?" Guy nodded; it didn't take Peter to actually say what he was about to for the penny to drop. "Dean Cookson, the man that Jo and I arrested fourteen years ago was also the man that raped her when she was fifteen. She couldn't believe her luck; a man that she thought would go through life unpunished was finally being put away. Not for what he'd done to her, of course, she told me she was never brave enough to do anything about it."

"She told me the same thing. Told me that she spent months worrying that she wasn't either pregnant or carrying something and that as soon as she was sixteen she got herself put on the pill so that even if something like that should happen again she knew she would at least be safe from carrying an unwanted pregnancy."

"Yes, for as long as I've known her she's been totally insecure about that. I know perhaps I shouldn't say this but it's been obsessive with her almost, anybody she's ever slept with she's made sure that there was absolutely no way that she'd ever fall pregnant."

"What do you mean?" Guy asked.

"Well, whenever there was a new lover she'd make an appointment at the family planning clinic, just to make sure that both of them were clean, then she'd make sure she had another form of contraception that she could use personally. I remember dropping her off at a pharmacy once just so that she could buy tubes of spermicide and condoms. There was no way she was going to get caught, ever. And I'm sure I don't know how the boyfriend must have felt at the time. It was probably one of the reasons why her relationships never lasted long. What's up, Guy?"

"She was never that obsessive with me. When we first made love I had condoms with me but she asked me not to use them, and she certainly never detained herself in the bathroom beforehand."

Peter smiled, "that's good. It might not seem like it at the moment, Guy, but she loves and trusts you. In all the years I've known her she's never trusted anyone but herself. You obviously mean a lot to her."

Guy looked back toward the bed, "I hope so, Peter."

"You do, mate. She's spoken to me at length about this. She's just very particular about a few things, not due to religion or opinion or anything like that, I just don't think she likes to upset her family even though her only surviving relative can't even tell you what day of the week it is most of the time. She doesn't like the idea of them looking down on her and thinking ill of her. She seems to view your relationship as adultery."

Guy wasn't going to lie again, "technically it is, but I've been estranged from Em for eight years."

"I know, but that's what's keeping her away and that's what's tearing her apart too. She wants to be there for you as a friend to help you cope with it all but knows that it wouldn't be long before you were jumping into bed again and letting herself down. She sees it as a sin; I think she's trying to purify herself in some way because of everything else that has happened to her."

Guy fell silent, not knowing what to do or say. Finally he spoke up, his voice cracking with emotion, "I understand. If I encourage her I'll end up backing her into a corner and losing her, right?"

Peter nodded. "The best thing you can do is just tell her how things are going, update her with progress on your divorce. Who knows you may even see a change in feeling, if she knows that she can trust you to carry out her wishes one hundred and ten percent then she's more likely to gradually open up to you again."

"Thanks Peter. I can't believe how friendly you're being towards me."

"I want to see her happy, Guy, and I have never seen her as happy as she's been since she's been with you. And I will do anything in my power to see her that happy again. She wants what I have, a partner that adores her and a family and I can think of no two people less deserving. And if it means that I have to gradually push her back into your arms then I will, believe me."

"Thank you." Guy said. At the sound of a slight murmur the three men turned in Jo's direction. Guy's gaze drifted over the hand that he had been holding, had it twitched? He rushed back into the room with the other's following, his eyes never leaving her fingers. They curled slightly, was she coming around? "Jo," he encouraged, "can you hear me, sweetheart? If you can, can you move your hand for me again, or your fingers? Or make a sound perhaps?"

Her fingers began to dance a little in response to his request; Robert was by now out at the nurse's station trying to get some attention. When he returned with the ward sister she began asking questions of them. Guy was still talking to Jo encouraging her, Peter was relaying what happened. The nurse responded by saying that many patients did this before they fell into a deeper state of unconsciousness but as it had now been going on for longer than usual she would call for a doctor.

As soon as she had summoned someone she returned and was checking vitals. A couple of coherent words were called out by the patient and the nurse was able to ascertain that Jo no longer needed help breathing; the ventilator was switched off and removed, much to Guy's relief. Once the doctor arrived he checked Jo over, giving her his seal of approval and telling all that were present that she would indeed make a full recovery, but they shouldn't push her. She still needed to rest and get her strength up.

Guy sat back down in his chair and took her hand in his, it felt warmer and he delighted in seeing the colour of it now closely resembled his own. His thumb caressed her fingers as his other hand brushed her hair away from her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she turned her head slightly to look at Guy. A smile tinged her lips which Guy returned, his whole face lighting up and his eyes sparkling. "I knew you could do it," he stopped himself from adding, 'my love', remembering what Peter had said to him. "I knew you were strong, Jo."

Her hand tightened around the fingers of his grip, "I love you, Guy." She said slowly before losing the fight against her eyelids as they slid shut over her beautiful chocolate orbs.

Not being able to help himself, he leant over and kissed her mouth. "I love you too, Jo," he whispered against them as they still smiled for him. He sat back but kept his hand within her grasp his own eyes closing now that he was able to gain comfort from what had just transpired between them. Sleep took him until he was awoken by Peter who told him to go home, get some proper rest and come back refreshed later on that day. He did as he was told.

It was approximately two o'clock that afternoon when he returned to the hospital, rested, clean and in high spirits. As he walked up the final set of stairs and paced along the familiar corridor he could hear the friendly chatter, interspersed with short silences then raucous laughing. At first he only made out the familiar tones of both Robert and Peter but then it was suddenly broken by the gentle trill of Jo's laughter or of her voice full of glory and wonder, his heart skipped a beat as he hadn't heard joy in her voice for so long and was so enthralled by it that he nearly knocked over an elderly patient. He mumbled his apologies to the old woman before taking a place in the doorway. His eyes sparkled as he looked toward the bed. There she was, sat up in bed making small talk with her boss and her friend and giggling at their jokes like a school girl. "Hi, Jo." He smiled.

Her attention drawn away from her two companions, she started. "Hi, Guy," she whispered. Her eyes glazed over and took on a gloomy air before she bent her head forward to obstruct his visual search of her face. He took a few steps in but was caught at the door by Robert who ushered him back out into the corridor. He noticed the tremble of her hand as it was taken by Peter who was now looking at him and telling him to trust Robert. Guy turned away from the scene and followed him. "What's going on?"

"Sit down, Guy."

He did as he was bid, Robert sitting next to him. "What is going on, Robert?"

"She doesn't want to see you, not yet."

Guy didn't understand, his eyebrows knitted and his forehead furrowed. "But last night, after you two had gone, she held my hand; she told me she loved me."

"Guy, she does but she doesn't want to see you, she told me it's too painful for her, knowing you're there and not being able to love you properly."

Guy got up, he was angry, he looked at Robert deciding whether to go back into Jo's room or not. "How painful does she think it is for me? For the next God knows how long I have to sit around waiting for my divorce to come through with the image of Jo looking at me like her world has just come crashing down around herself. What does she want from me? I'm doing all that I can."

Robert nodded his head. "I know, and that's exactly what I told her you were doing."

"I wish I'd never left this morning now."

"It wouldn't have made much of a difference. I have something for you, she asked me to give her half an hour this morning so that she could write you a letter. She asked me to tell you to take it somewhere private, somewhere where you feel safe, somewhere where you have happy memories." Robert handed Guy an envelope. "Go read it Guy, read it, digest it, think about it. I don't know what's in there, Jo will never tell me and if you wish to divulge what the letter contains then that is your business but once you've contemplated it come and see me. She wants me to act as liaison."

"Liaison, for what?"

"We knew she wanted to go away for a bit, so she is. But I'm afraid it's going to be a permanent thing. She's going to go and live with her aunt for a little while; it's being arranged as we speak."

"She's leaving ..."

"It's all in there, go and read it. Give me a bell when you're ready to come and see me, ok?"

Guy nodded. "Ok." He watched Robert walk down the corridor. He felt wretched, his mind wandered back to the sight of her sitting up in bed and looking at him with those doleful eyes of hers. He sighed; he'd have to respect her wishes, what kind of a person was he if he didn't at least give her letter a chance. And he knew exactly where he was going to go in order to read it.

As he alighted the Lancaster Gate tube and found his way into the park he found himself following the route down to the wooded area that he and Jo had sat within on their first date. Threading his way through the trees he found the spot where they had spent time conversing, remembering the way she had smiled at his questions and answered them with her acute logic and wit. Settling himself he removed the letter from his jackets inside pocket and ran his thumb over where her dainty hand had written his name. He tore open the envelope, took out the paper and began to read.

My dearest Guy

After speaking with both Robert and Peter this morning, I feel a sense of obligation to explain to you why I feel I must not see you until your divorce has been finalised. I know I can tell you, you the one I can tell all of my secrets to and know that even those that are dark and sinister you can heal me of. Peter has reiterated to me the issues he spoke to you about and I do not really wish to dwell on those too much. However, I would suggest that you try to understand how your wife feels about me; it may even help with the finalisation of your separation. She is calculating and manipulative. Now that we have both experienced what she is capable of maybe you can use that knowledge to manipulate her. Her brother was the man that raped me, she sought revenge in order to avenge his suicide believing me to have been corrupt and fitting her brother up with a crime he didn't commit. Peter can give you more details. I was her target and you were a means to an end, she could use you to get information on me, whilst along with your brother she set out to destroy you. Her discovery from Vasey that you and I were seeing one another was just another piece of the jigsaw for her, she could destroy us both in one go, then there would be no one to attest to what a cruel person she actually was by way of default.

And because of this I feel that I should go away, I don't think I could stay knowing that she will use every device known to man to try to force us apart. She knows we are strong together but I don't think she realises that we will be stronger separately, each with their own fight against her, she will bank on us being a united front. So I will be taking my leave soon to live with my aunt, arrangements are being made and I will spend a couple of days in London to give my statement to Robert before I go and lie in wait until Marion's trial starts so that I can give my evidence against her. I therefore think that it is wise for you to do the same. See your friend, get the divorce started, use the information that Robert is able to give you about Marion's character to back up your claim and get the job done. The sooner she is beaten down from as many different angles the better. We will win my love, and ultimately we will be together, living our lives the way that we want to.

There is something I want you to do, spend your time wisely, I will do the same. I have a task for you, something that will keep your mind occupied instead of dwelling too much on what is happening and what I am doing. I want you to design a family house for us. I know of a plot of land that sits overlooking the sea. It's a little way in from the coastline atop a hill, in fact on a clear day the moors can be seen to the north too. There is a wood to one side where a path leads to a secluded beach that is privately owned by the locals and is only known of by them. Surrounding the rest of the land are rolling fields, it is very secluded. Its only access is a farm lane. Its land that was bequeathed to me by my grandparents as soon as my nan died; I've never known what to do with it that was until I met you. If you need to see the land before you make a start then I will let Robert know when this can be arranged.

I have one more request, well two actually. Please allow Robert to act as our liaison, I trust him and I think that you do to. He will keep me informed of your progress and if you should wish to write to me then allow him to send your letter to me, I would prefer that you didn't know where I was going to be living for the time being, you see I believe that you may take matters into your own hands and try to find me before everything has been finalised. Not that I blame you, I would do the same, I just ask that for the time being you respect my wishes.

Finally, my last request. I would like us to meet, on neutral soil, just once before I go away. I understand if you wouldn't wish to but I hope that you would jump at this chance. I wish to spend just 24 hours with you, talking with you and getting to know you as Guy Gisborne. We will not discuss what has gone on before; it will be as if we have just met, as if we are just starting out on our journey together. I'm hoping that in that 24 hours we can make some very special memories that we can take away with us so that when things look really bleak we can turn to them for our comfort. It's 24 hours Guy, no more no less, I would only ask that you do not try to barter for more, I will refuse. If you wish to do this then I will meet you on Sunday at 10.30 am outside the Globe theatre on the South Bank. I trust you will tell Robert if you do not wish to meet me, he will pass the message on.

I know that Robert wants to speak to you in relation to my job but I don't know why. Please ring him and speak to him, he is one of the best people I know and the greatest ally to have on side, he will do everything he can to help you should you need any and he is usually very amiable. A true friend.

One last thing, just remember I love you and that I am waiting for you. Once your Decree Absolute is in your hands take it to Robert. I will always keep him updated as to my whereabouts; he will tell you where I am.

With every piece of my heart I am yours, always. I will never lose faith in you and I will never take another.

All my love

Jo xxx

"I'll meet you on Sunday, Jo. You know I will," he bent his head back, his eyes searching through the leaves and branches above his head. A whole day, his mind was racing with endless possibilities of what they could do in 24 hours, 'not enough,' he thought, a wicked grin appearing on his face.

"Wait a minute," he opened the letter again re-reading it. "... see your friend, get the divorce started ... were you awake Jo? Did you hear what I said to you? ... I will never lose faith in you and I will never take another ... you did, didn't you?" He got up from his seat under the oak trees, "she heard me, she must of," he exclaimed to no one in particular. He made a move back toward the tube station, he had so much to do, he needed to get started on the divorce proceedings and decide how he was going to tackle his work situation, he no longer wanted to work for vice and it seemed that Jo had other ideas for him too. He would have to arrange some time to go to wherever this plot of land was but he decided it must be on the south coast of Devon seeing as Jo had mentioned the moors being to the north of the site. But first he had a meeting to arrange. He opened his phone, found the number he wanted and rang it. "Robert, it's Guy, I'm ready. Where do you want to meet?"
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