Hehe me and Emily's new fav pairing. It's an EmmaCallumy one :P Hope you enjoy it. It's just a two parter so the more reviews the faster I'll update the second chapter. :DxxxJilly
Sally paused as her phone began to vibrate in her pocket. "Oh that'll be her now." She mumbled as she pulled it from her pocket and pressed the green button to connect the call. Around her the boys began to talk, waiting for her until she waved them on inside mouthing "five minutes" before she turned her back on them to talk properly to Jack.
So far this undercover had been a blur, a stressful surreal blur. It honestly didn't feel like more than five minutes since Callum had put her forwards for the job and she was being briefed by over half of CID and the DCI himself. Trying to keep up the façade was draining. More than once she'd forgotten herself and was about to say something 'out of character' before having to stop mid-flow and rein it back in. Holding her phone up to her ear she smiled, Jack's voice instantly calming her nerves at having to spend several hours 'acting'. "I'm sending down DC Perkins and Sergeant Stone with Emma to keep an eye on you both." Jack informed her as Sally rolled her eyes, sometimes it felt like he didn't trust her to do her job properly…then again sometimes it felt like he was just looking out for her in the way that a dad always did.
Beside her Matthew Freussuer halted, listening to her one sided conversation. "I've got to go Dad…I'll call you later." Sally smiled, imagining Jack's response as she hung up, smiling over at Matthew and allowing him to lead her into the bar where the other lads were already waiting, bubbly on the table.
A few streets away, Emma jumped out of the backseat of the car brushing herself down before she stepped up onto the pavement to join Terry and Callum. Her heels clicked as she walked along, rolling her eyes as they waited a moment or two before following. "Guys you are so not subtle." She groaned as she stopped before crossing a road, turning to watch as Callum bent to tie his shoelace and Terry paused next to him.
"Emma take this seriously." Callum reprimanded her, trying to look as authoritative as possible. Nodding and smiling sweetly she turned back round immediately pulling a face before she crossed the road and strode over towards the wine bar.
Callum's eyes followed her as she walked, her grin spreading a little wider as she caught sight of him in the wing mirror of a car, his face completely blank as he watched her. Beside him Terry smirked. "So Serge…how are we gonna play this?"
"We'll just sit back and watch the girls." Callum replied, still deep in his trance as he began to follow Emma slowly towards the double doors which had just slammed shut behind her.
Terry snorted softly. "Seems like you're doing it enough for both of us."
Fear coursed through her. Her grip on the phone loosened as she dropped it back to the table. His eyes were piercing her; she couldn't look away. She could feel her mouth moving but her mind couldn't keep up. Sally popped up behind him and god she'd never been so glad to see her. "What's going on?" Sally asked as Matthew continued to look critically at her.
The beads of sweat began to prickle on her forehead and she exhaled deeply. "I wanted to see who's phone it was. I need to call my flatmate if we're gonna be out that late and tell her to leave the door unlocked." Emma blustered, her eyes seeking out Sally's.
"Leave it out." Andy muttered from next to her as he slid the phone back across the table to it's owner. "She said she wanted to use the phone why else would she have it?"
Emma turned to him smiling slightly. "Thanks…but I'll just use Sal's now she's back." Emma sighed as she tucked the napkin with Geraldine's number into her back pocket, reaching out for Sally's phone before she stood from the table and walked over the other side of the bar where she could phone Jack in private.
Callum stretched back, blinking his eyes a few times. "Bored Serge?" Terry asked as he placed his pint back on the table in front of them.
"You could say that." Callum replied as he watched Sally and Emma laugh and joke while they drank the finest of bubbly while he and Terry sat in near silence with their cheap pints of bitter, something that did nothing for their already sour mood. Leaning over slightly so he had a better view of the girls Callum tensed, his fist gripping tightly around his glass as he watched Andy slide his hand along the back of the padded bench they were sitting at, his arm coming to rest around Emma's shoulders as she giggled and twirled her hair around her finger flirtatiously.
Terry returned from the bar, pressing a new pint into Callum's hand as he continued to stare at Emma. "I know she's a pretty girl but you're getting obvious." He laughed slightly as Callum was shaken back to the real world.
"Wha…? Oh Emma. No I don't like her like that." Callum lied, his face panicked like he was five years old and caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Sure you don't." Terry muttered as he watched Emma get up from her chair leaving Andy looking after her like a lovesick puppy. Tilting her head to the side Emma indicated that Callum should follow her to the toilets.
Pausing just before the door to the ladies Emma turned. "Serge I think I can get Andrew to open up to me but I need to get him on his own." She spoke softly, her face upturned to his.
"No…you're not leaving here. You're staying where Terry and I can see you." Callum replied sharply, his concerns for the young officer doubling as she set her teeth, a clear sign that she wanted her way.
"But Serge." She wheedled, her face tilted to his. Her lips parted slightly as she went to continue her pleading – god how much did he want to feel her lips on his. Her breath was tickling his cheek as she stood that close to him.
"No…" Callum began again only to find Emma's face a scene of blind panic as she reached out and slapped him hard around the face.
"How dare you…you dirty pervert!" She shouted as she pushed past him, her face screwed up as she saw Andrew standing at the end of the corridor. Callum ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth as he watched her disappear from the end of the corridor…she could hit harder than he gave her credit for.
As they sat back down at the table with Andrew fussing over her, shooting daggers at Callum who returned to his table with a face like thunder, much to Terry's amusement. Emma tried to join back into the conversation with Sally and the boys but she couldn't keep her mind off Callum and the way he'd been talking to her and looking at her. She couldn't quite figure it out – but something was definitely not right.
Her heart was in her mouth as he advanced towards her. "And now I've told you." He whispered, his hands trying to grab for her throat again. Knocking her back against the sofa his hands tightened around the material of her shirt. Protesting, pleading with him as she struggled she heard the sirens closing in.
"It's over Andrew…it's over." She gasped as he collapsed against her, sobbing softly. Her body went limp with relief as she saw Callum burst in through the doorway, his face a picture of fear until he saw her staring back at him. Wriggling up and away from Andrew she tried to sit.
"You okay?" Callum asked her softly as Andrew was led away into the back of one of the waiting police cars. Nodding Emma gave him the thumbs up as she gasped again for breath. Trembling slightly she let him help her to her feet, his strong arm wrapped around her as he led her out of the car, dropping her into the passenger seat before he slammed the door after her, letting whoever was driving take her back to the station.
Letting Sally go ahead Emma turned, bouncing back down the corridor towards Callum. "The Guv'nor seems happy." She grinned teasingly, the trembling wreck of a girl from an hour ago barely recognisable as she masked it with her usual confidant bravado.
"Mmm." Callum agreed, his face giving nothing away as he nodded. "In here a sec." He jerked his head towards the door of the Sergeant's office. Following her in he paused, his hand on the door handle before he slammed it shut behind them. "Don't ever, ever disobey one of my orders again." He began, his voice shaking as she could see the rage in his eyes.
"I beg your pardon?" Emma asked indignantly, almost daring him to go on.
Callum breathed out slowly, trying to hold his temper as Emma was truthfully the last person right now he wanted to lose his rag with. "I told you not to go off with Shield."
"I thought he was going to go with Freussuer to the meet." She protested weakly, her hand flipping out to the side as she stressed her point.
Callum shook his head in disbelief. "No you didn't." He ridiculed her, seeing right through her flaky story. He just couldn't believe how reckless she'd been, swanning off with him like that without a second thought to her own safety – simply hell bent on proving him wrong.
Gritting her teeth Emma flicked her eyes up to his. "I got a confession out of a killer what more do you want?" She asked softly, desperate to keep her tone level. To prove something – anything – to him.
"I want someone I can rely on." Callum shrugged.
"Na…that's not what this is about at all." Emma smirked, adjusting her stance so that she was slightly taller, her chest closer to his. "I've got you sussed." She breathed, her voice barely a sultry whisper.
Smirking Callum looked down at her. "Really?"
"I've seen the way you look at me, you want me in your gang, you do. You just don't know if you can handle me." Emma continued, pressing herself closer to Callum with every word.
"Is that right?" Callum replied, his mind drawing a blank as the young PC drew closer still, her face still upturned, her eyes sparkling brilliantly.
"Mmmhmmm." She grinned as she looked down at his lips quickly then back up to connect with his eyes. Closing his eyes he dropped his lips to hers, feeling only the rush of air as she pulled back from him, grinning wickedly.
"Yeah…I thought so." She smirked as she turned on her heel and walked out of the office, the spring firmly back in her step. The room wobbled around him as Callum saw red. Not only had she undermined him, she'd left him exposed, naked…as well as high and dry.