Hey guys! Another new fic from me! I know I've got so many other unfinished on here but i love this idea so much, I just couldn't resist the temptation of puuting it on here!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in here, they belong to The Bill. Any unrecognisable names however, I do own.
Yes, it's another SSP fic. I love that pairing and to be honest, Stuart-bashing is one of my hobbies! I don't think I could do what I'm planning to do with this fic to any other male in CID. Believe me, I did think of it.
Neway, that's enough from me, plz R&R, luv ya all Gemz xx
New Year, New Lover
Summary: He promised her he'd be there to kiss her at midnight, when her partner doesn't show, will she turn to someone else? SSP Love Triangle. For the purposes of this fic, Sam and Stuart stayed together after the miscarriage, Romania hasn't happened and Phil hasn't left.
Chapter 1- Flirting Between Friends
DI Samantha Nixon switched off the computer in her office at about 5:30 on New Years Eve. She sat back in her chair and looked out of the window, her boyfriend of a year and a half, Stuart Turner, was still sat at his desk, his head bent over his paperwork. Sam stood up and left the office, heading towards Stuart's desk. She softly kissed him on the back of the neck and then perched on the edge of his desk, 'you off now babe?' he asked.
Sam nodded, 'are you coming too?' she replied.
Stuart shook his head, 'I've got to get through all of this,' he said, gesturing towards the stack of paperwork next to him.
'But Stuart, we're supposed to be going to The Seven Bells with the rest of the relief, to see in the New Year,'
'I'll be there Sam, I promise. I'll be there to kiss you at midnight; I just wanna get through as much of this as I can,'
'Promise?'
'I promise,' Stuart said as he leant across and kissed Sam softly on the lips and rested his hand on her knee.
'What time will you be coming?' Sam asked when they pulled away.
'I'll call you when I leave here, OK,'
Sam nodded, 'I'll see you later then,' she said.
Stuart nodded as she got off his desk and went back into her office; she went back over to her desk and picked up her things. She left the office and stood at the main door to CID, Sam took one final glance at Stuart before opening the door and descending the staircase.
Sam pulled her car up in her and Stuart's driveway a little while later. She entered the house and locked the door after her. She put her bag down beside the telephone and headed upstairs to prepare for tonight. Sam entered the bathroom and began to run herself a bath, she reached into her bathroom cabinet and pulled out her favourite bottle of bubble bath, pouring it into the bath. Sam waited for a few minutes until it had bubbled up, she undressed and was about to get into the bath when she heard the telephone ring. 'Oh shit,' she muttered.
She pulled her silk dressing gown off the back of the door and put it on. Sam closed the bathroom door and left the bathroom to go down and answer the phone, 'hello,' Sam said when she answered,
'Hi Sam, it's Phil,' Phil replied.
'Oh hi Phil, what do you want? I was just about to get in the bath,'
Phil smirked to himself; there were all sorts of thoughts going through his head. 'Are you still there Phil?' Sam asked.
'Yeah, I am Sam. I was just thinking, about things,'
'What things?'
'Now wouldn't you like to know,' Phil said flirtatiously.
Sam smiled to herself, 'seriously Phil what did you want?'
'I just wanted to see if you are still coming tonight,'
'Why do you think I'm just about to get in the bath? Of course I'm still coming; it's New Year's Eve after all,'
'Is Stuart coming too?' Phil asked
'Yeah, he is,' Sam replied.
'Oh,' Phil said, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice.
'He's still at work doing paperwork, he said he'd come when he's got it done,' Sam replied, trying to make Phil feel better.
'And you believe him?'
'Of course I do! What sort of girlfriend would I be if I didn't trust my boyfriend? I trust him and I know that he'll turn up,'
'And what if he doesn't?'
'I'll cross that bridge if or when I come to it,'
'I hope you know what you're doing Sam, you're my best friend and I wouldn't want to see you get hurt,'
'I know Phil and I really appreciate it, I'm a big girl now and I can take care of myself, listen I'd better go Phil, my bathwater will be getting cold,'
'OK then Sam, I'll see you down the pub,'
'I'll see you then Phil, bye,' she said as she put down the phone.
Sam walked through to her kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for the bottle of red wine that she and Stuart had shared on Christmas Day. She took the bottle out of the fridge, picked up a glass that was standing on the sideboard and left the kitchen.
Sam raced back upstairs and into her bathroom, she cautiously dipped her toe into the bathwater but quickly withdrew it, 'damn Phil Hunter,' she muttered as she pulled the plug out.
Sam let some of the water out before replacing the plug and running the hot tap. She poured herself a glass of wine out before getting into the bath a few minutes. Sam immersed herself in the bubbles as she began to drink from her glass, her thoughts occasionally wandering back to what Phil had said, would Stuart turn up at the pub or would he just let her down?
Sam got out of the bath about half an hour later. She wrapped herself in a white fluffy towel and re-entered her bedroom. Sam looked towards her bedside table and at the clock; it read 7:00pm. She smiled to herself; she was due to be meeting the relief at the Seven Bells at eight that evening. She dried herself with the towel and went back into the bathroom to put her towel on the radiator, she put her dressing gown on before she went back through to her bedroom. Sam walked over to her wardrobe and opened the doors, trying to find something to wear for tonight. She raked through all her clothes and eventually picked out two outfits; a pair of denim jeans and black and silver halter-necked top and a black knee-length skirt with a red silk top. Sam needed someone else's opinion and she knew exactly who to call.
She pulled her dressing gown tightly around herself as she retrieved her mobile from her bag. Sam scrolled through her phonebook and found the number she was looking for; she pressed call and held her phone to her ear. The phone rang a couple times before he answered, 'hi Sam,' Phil answered.
'Hi Phil, are you at the pub yet?'
'No I'm just about to leave my house, why?'
'I was just wondering if you would mind making a little detour,'
'That depends where to,'
'I can't decide on an outfit for tonight,'
'I don't think you need my help for that Sam,'
'Oh, please Phil; I just want someone else's opinions,'
'Go on then,' Phil relented.
'Awww, thanks Phil, I'll see you in about 10minutes,'
'See you then Sam, bye,' Phil said as he hung up.
Sam smiled to herself as she put her phone back into her bag and went upstairs. She began to rummage through her underwear drawer and pulled out some sexy underwear, which she'd brought for special occasions. In Sam's book, New Year's Eve was always considered a special occasion. She re-entered her bathroom, closing the door behind her.
5minutes later, Sam re-emerged from the bathroom as she heard a knock at the door. 'I'm coming!' she called as she raced down the stairs.
Sam opened the door and a soft smile lit up her face, 'hey Phil,' she said.
'Hey Sam,' he said as she stepped aside to let him in.
'Thanks for doing this Phil,' Sam said as she began to climb back up the stairs.
'It's no problem Sam,' Phil smiled at her as he followed. 'But as I said, I don't really think you need my help in choosing,'
'And as I said to you, I'd just appreciate your opinion,' Sam said. 'Wait out here,' she added as she and Phil stopped outside her bedroom door.
Phil nodded as Sam entered the bedroom and closed the door. He turned slightly and saw that Sam had left the door slightly ajar. He wanted to see what outfit she wanted his opinion on so he peeked through the small gap in the door. Phil got more than he bargained for as Sam discarded her dressing gown, revealing the sexy underwear she'd put on just before Phil arrived. He gulped; it was all he could do to stop himself from wolf-whistling at her. He leant against the wall beside her bedroom door, trying to keep his breathing level.
'What do you think?' Sam asked as she emerged a few minutes later, she was wearing the black knee-length skirt and red silk top.
Phil looked at her and smirked, 'what's wrong?' she asked.
Phil shook his head, 'no nothing Sam, I really like it. I think you should wear that because your legs are far too gorgeous to be hidden away like someone's hidden treasure,'
'You shouldn't be saying that Phil,' Sam whispered.
'What Stuart doesn't know won't hurt him Sam,'
Sam smiled at him, 'so you think I should wear this then?' she asked, looking for confirmation.
Phil nodded, Sam smiled at him as she went back into her bedroom and he followed her inside. She knelt down and moved all the clothes out of the way so she could get to the shoes at the bottom. She picked out a pair of heels and sat down on her bed to put them on. She put them on and straightened up her skirt. 'You didn't have to wait for me Phil,' she said as she left the bedroom with him in tow.
'I wanted to Sam,' Phil replied as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
'Thanks Phil,' Sam said as she leant upwards and lightly pressed a kiss against his cheek.
Sam picked her bag up from the sideboard and turned to face Phil, 'do I look OK?' she asked.
'You look gorgeous Sam and if Stuart turns up and doesn't realise that, he's a bigger fool than I already think he is,'
'Phil, can you please try and get on with Stuart, for my sake if not for anyone else,'
Phil looked at her, 'OK then, I'll try,' he relented.
'Thank you,' Sam said as she opened the door to the house.
Phil stepped outside and Sam locked the door after her. 'You ready?' he asked, holding his arm out to Sam.
Sam smiled at him as she took his arm and walked down the garden path. They both turned the corner and headed off in the direction of The Seven Bells.
I've got written plans for the next 4 chapters and a rough plan for Chapter 5 in my head so please review xxxx