A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything, and I know I haven't finished my other fic, but here's a Gill/Kevin one-shot that I just couldn't help but write as I listened to McFly's song Obviously. That's where the lyrics are from,unfortunately I'm not claiming to own anything.


Recently I've been

Hopelessly reaching

Out for this girl

Who's out of this world,

Believe me.

"Right, so you all know what to do, let's nail this bastard." Gill ended the briefing with her usual brand of encouragement and Kevin began to panic. Once again, he hadn't heard a word that his boss had said.

He experienced that sinking feeling in his stomach and forced a nod, even though he hadn't the slightest idea what his tasks were, as he looked around, wondering who to ask. He'd opted for Pete last time, and had only received an eye-roll and a disappointed look before he answered the question, but Kevin had a feeling he wouldn't get off so lightly a second time.

Rachel glanced up to see Kevin sidling towards her and sighed aloud.

"What do you want, Kev?" She already sounded exasperated but Kevin took courage from her shortening of his name, which made the question sound slightly less hostile, and took a deep breath before asking what he had missed.

"Who knew Godzilla was so distracting," she joked and Kevin froze. He wouldn't be surprised if someone did notice him looking at her one day; that was the problem working in an office amongst superb detectives.

"…or maybe it's Andy who's catching your eye?" She continued oblivious to the effect her good natured teasing was having on the dippy detective in front of her, who looked relieved that her comment had been innocent. Kevin eventually extracted the information he needed and skulked back to his desk, resolving – not for the first time – to save himself embarrassment and move on from his office crush.

She's got a boyfriend,

He drives me round the bend

Because he's 23,

He's in the police,

He'd kill me.

Kevin surreptitiously glanced into Gill's office again; a challenge in itself given that his desk was facing the wrong way. He could see that she was talking to her boyfriend Chris Latham, or more accurately; he was talking at her.

The whole station had heard what he'd got up to on Thursday and so had Gill, if the puffy red eyes she had been sporting on Friday were anything to go by. Of course no one had brought it up, they all knew what a private person their boss was, but the signs of weakness had somewhat taken Kevin by surprise; he hadn't pegged her as the sort of woman to cry about a man.

Kevin's hands formed fists just thinking about it. He knew it sounded soppy but he couldn't understand why anybody would look elsewhere if they had Gill.

What was it Janet had said once? That she couldn't believe how "seemingly intelligent women ended up with waste of space guys". It seemed Gill was a prime example, consistently going for egotistical men and sticking around even when they hurt her.

Kevin wasn't silly; he knew he didn't stand a chance. In no way did he fit the criteria of her type. He wasn't tall, slender, or a senior police officer full of self importance and too damn cocky for his own good.

How can I win?

She keeps dragging me in

And I know I never will be good enough for her.

When she sashays past his desk like that he doesn't believe she's completely unaware of her effect on him. She turned to cast a small smile in his direction, fully expecting the detective to already be looking at her, ready to return the expression.

"Kev, you coming to the pub later?" Her voice broke through his daydream, and he turned to answer in the most predictable manner, unable to decline anything she asks. As she reached Janet's desk and invited the rest of the room, he turned away, returning to the fantasy world where one day his perfect woman might notice him as more than just one of the gang.