"You know what they say about all work and no play, sandy." Robert Strickland said as he walked off, Sandra mouthed 'Sandy' to herself confused before making a quick decision.

"Sir." She called loudly, thankfully he came back and no one noticed her raised voice.

"Yes." He asked wondering what she needed, blushing slightly.

"Can you not call me Sandy, please?" She hated the nickname, and she didn't want it to become a situation.

"You don't like it." He stated confused.

"Nope." She replied, looking at his puzzled expression, forehead creased, eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed.

"My dad used to call me Sandy, it was our thing. He passed away when I was fourteen, I hate anyone calling me that now." She explained further.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled before trailing off.

"Sir?"

"No ones allowed to call you Sandy." He said again, his eyes wide.

"No. No one, ever. Is that a problem?" She pushed. They were stood close together, thankfully no one saw them, to an outsider it would look rather intimate.

"No, it's just I was told you like being called Sandy. That's why I said it." He blushed as he finished.

"Sir."

"I don't fancy you or anything like that. Not that you're not... oh fuck." He crossed his arms around himself.

"Start at the beginning."

"Your reputation, dog shooting included, is brilliant. UCOS has been running for just over six months, yet it's solved some amazing cases, I've spent my career hearing about Brian, Gerry and especially Jack, add to that I'm just getting used to being a DAC." He trailed off again,

"So you wanted to make a good impression, get us in your side without us thinking you have an ulterior motive and then someone gives you bad advice to put a spanner in the works." Sandra summarised.

"Got it in one, you should be a copper." He smirked

"I don't know, DACs can be pretty hit and miss these days." She matched his smirk before it turned into a bright grin.

"I won't call you Sandy anymore, then." He said breaking the moment before it got uncomfortable.

"Thank you." She acknowledged before turning around and striding down the corridor all she could think to herself was 'he's married, he's my boss, he's married, he's my boss.' Hopefully she won't end up with a crush on him. Although that smile, and those eyes she thought not realising they had both fallen in love already.