I wrote this the other night when my internet was down (stupid computers!). It is a major spoiler so please don't read it if you don't want to know! You have been warned! I know it's short but it's just a little one-shot of an idea that popped into my head. Anyway, enough rambling…
A Man in Uniform
Phil Hunter stepped out of his car into the April sunshine. It was cold, but the wind was still and the sun shone brightly. He adjusted his uncomfortable attire and started towards the station entrance. His mind was working overtime, analyzing the looks he was getting. The Great Phil Hunter wasn't usually one to be embarrassed, yet today he felt his cheeks flush an annoying shade of pink and he felt more self-conscious than ever. He burst open the double doors forcefully and tried his best to look natural. At that moment, the person he least wanted to run into, entered the front office from CID. Samantha Nixon walked in, heading for the front desk, her keen eyes trained on the document in her hand. She shared a few words with the man behind the desk and turned to head back to CID. Phil tried to get away but got only as far as the corridor just off of reception when she glanced up and caught sight of him.
Her expression was initially one of shock, though it soon turned amusement. She looked Phil up and down and tried to conceal the smile threatening to grace her lips. She failed, dismally. Even the tooth bit down on her bottom lip couldn't stop the teasing grin from emerging. Phil had expected this. He had foreseen the jokes, the laughter, and the ridicule. But it still hurt a little, especially from her.
"Morning Sergeant" Sam said eventually, her voice bright, cheerful and laced with friendly mockery.
"Hey Sam." Phil spoke quietly. Sam chuckled.
"You look… just lovely this morning." She didn't even try to contain the laughter this time. Phil rolled his eyes and shook his head. He hoped he wouldn't have to have this conversation with every colleague that day.
Phil realised that he had two options. Either he could face the day nervous and embarrassed, flinch at each comment and really show how pissed off he was at the situation. Or, he could put on the old Phil Hunter act; be cocky and over-confident, make light of the situation and pretend everything was just fine. He went for the second option, of course.
Phil placed that well trained charming smile on hid face and puffed out his chest. He tried his best to look casual and at ease. At his obvious attempt to look macho and confident, Sam's smile only widened. Her expression changed though as he stepped closer to her. She could feel his body heat and the attraction between them. She had thought she was over that. But all the feelings came flooding back, just because of his proximity. Her skin became goose-pimpled, her hair stood on end, her heart rate quickened and her breathing deepened. Phil knew the effect he was having on her and it only helped to boost his confidence and new found good-feeling. He slowly ran his little finger down her arm, reveling in the small gasp that escaped her lips at the contact. He stepped a little behind her, removing contact. She stood still, looking straight ahead, frozen to the spot. She thought it was safe to breath normally again when she felt Phil's breath on her neck, his head leaning towards her ear. When he spoke, he spoke quietly, audible to no one but her, and his voice was deep, husky, and irresistibly sexy;
"Some women like a man in uniform…"
With that he turned around and headed toward the briefing room with a spring in his step and a wicked smile on his face. Sam took several moments to compose herself, willing her heart rate and breathing to return to somewhere remotely near normal. She hated how he could still do that to her, but loved how he made her feel. Suddenly, the prospect of Phil Hunter in uniform seemed a lot brighter to both DI Nixon and Sergeant Hunter.
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