Disclaimer I still don't own any New Tricks. Thanks so much for the reviews. This is the epilogue.

Epilogue.

The pub was heaving when the team finally arrived. The bar was packed with people getting ready to go on to the various nightclubs, meeting friends and just trying to relax after a hard week at work. Jack nodded towards their usual table at the back of the pub. Sandra nodded and allowed Gerry and the others to follow her while Brian and Jack headed to the bar to try to do battle with the much younger crowd.

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"You ok?" Gerry watched as Sandra settled herself in her seat. She smiled and nodded once before she felt Esther's eyes on her. Scampi jumped up on the seat next to her.

"I'm fine."

"Hello everyone." Esther pulled her scarf off and sat down. "Brian asked if I wanted to join you."

"Great." Gerry smiled. "Talking of which. Curry night at mine on Friday?"

"Oh lovely." Esther smiled. Sandra frowned as she watched Brian and Jack at the bar.

"Yeah."

"Sandra?" Esther touched her shoulder. "Is everything ok?"

"For once." Sandra sighed. "I think it's halfway to being ok."

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"Alright, what is it?" Brian asked as the young barmaid took his money. Jack sighed.

"Don't know what you mean."

"Yeah, you do." Brian raised an eyebrow. He nodded to where his wife was sitting with their friends. Emily and Clarky had just arrived with Pushkar and Srickland.

"What?"

"Sandra and Gerry." Brian sighed as he picked up his orange juice. "They're, well. Aren't they?"

"Spit it out, Brian." Jack almost wanted to laugh at the inarticulate stammer Brian had suddenly developed.

"Gerry. And. Sandra."

"What about Gerry and Sandra?"

"Oh now you are being deliberately obtuse." He lifted the tray and turned to walk back to their seats.

"Tell you something though, Brian."

"What?"

"If he hurts her, I'll kill him."

"Look at them." Brian paused as he walked beside his friend. "I don't think he'd dare."

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"So, are you back in work now?" Pushkar asked as Sandra sipped her lemonade, still slightly annoyed that she was not allowed to drink any wine.

"I." She paused. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that."

"Go on." Strikland raised his pint to his lips. Gerry and Jack exchanged glances, knowing that Brian would probably have a panic attack if shesaid she was leaving.

"Technically, I am still on annual leave."

"Yes."

"I'd like to finish my leave before I come back. With only half a memory I am not much use to anyone."

"I wouldn't say that." Brian interupted as Esther shot him a look.

"I am coming back." She glanced at Gerry, not surprised to see him smiling at her. "But I need to sort a few things out first."

"Like what?"

"Brian!" Esther hissed. Emily bit her bottom lip, waiting for her father to say something.

"Like an appointment with the neurologist, occupational health and then of course there's my mother."

"Do you want me to talk to Grace?" Jack asked. He hadn't really wanted to speak to the woman after he had visited her in the nursing home when Sandra was in hospital. He knew Grace hadn't visited her daughter once.

"No." Sandra smiled slightly. "Thanks but I think that should come from me."

"You sure about that?" Jack had known what the woman was insinuating and hadn't liked it at the time. Sandra nodded.

"Yeah." She sighed. "If I remmeber one thing, it's that Mum and I clash whatever happens. I may as well just get it over with."

"She deserves to know." Esther nodded. Jack stared into his pint and tried to push all thoughts of the woman out of his mind.

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The sun bathed garden of the nursing home was strangely familiar to Sandra when Gerry pulled the car into the gravel car park. She knew he didn't like being there with her. Grace Pullman had always slightly terrified him. She was an older version of Sandra without the warmth and compassion in her eyes. He wondered if the older woman had always been like that. Had she always resented her daughter? Now he sat staring out of the driver's window.

"Mum." Sandra stood in the doorway of her mother's room aware that not for the first time aware that her mother really didn't care if she was there or not.

"Oh. Sandra. In one piece I see."

"Just about." Sandra sighed, "Look Mum. Lennard has been charged with Randall's murder. Dad was innocent."

"Innocent? He had a child by another woman. A prostitute!"

"Tom. His name is Tom." She had no idea why she was suddenly so protective of her half brother. "He was adopted, finding out about us was just as much of a shock to him as it was to us. Well, to me. You knew? All that time you knew I wasn't an only child." She shook her head. "No, Dad wasn't exactly innocent but he never killed anyone."

"No." She waved her hand dismissively as she looked out of her bedroom window. "No, Sandra. As always you are right. Your father is an innocent man." Sandra frowned, the use of the present tense when talking to her father confusesd her slightly but she decided to let it go. She also knew that she was being dismissed by her mother.

"Gerry's waiting." She backed out the door as her mother's last retort rang in her ears. Sighing heavily she knew that some things never changed.

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A/N Not sure about the epilogue but another story soon. Glad you liked this one. A last review would be great x