Scott and Bailey
Rating: T
Pairing: Dave/Gill
Disclaimer: I don't own Scott and Bailey or any of its characters. I'm only borrowing them. This is for fan purposes only.

Set after series 3, it includes some of the meetings between Dave and Gill from series 1 up to series 3. I added in some of my own bits, but tried to keep it to the same as in the show. This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, reviews would be greatly appreciated. I realise Dave and Gill wouldn't be the most shipped couple on scott and bailey, but I thought I'd put this on fanfic anyway!

How she'd missed the feeling. Him just holding her, his arm around her bare shoulders, her head on his chest. He gently shuddered in the bed, not waking just stirring and soon after he was still again. She could hear him quietly snuffling and she shut her eyes, not wanting the feeling to end.

She was content in his arms and after so many years of not having him to come home to she realised this time they'd make it work. She knew it was silly to think someone could change quite so dramatically, but he definitely had. He was different, he genuinely knew now that his actions had been wrong and unfair.

The affairs had hurt her, and destroyed her. She wasn't sure if she had actually forgiven him or just accepted that he did it and that it wasn't going to happen again.

He knew he wasn't going to make the same idiotic mistakes again. He got off lucky this time, the child wasn't his and once he had been told the truth he was gone. He left and began to rebuild his life, well with the exception of an affair once he found out the truth. Although, it was that affair that acted as a catalyst, it forced him to stay at her house even though she wasn't there, and when Sammy phoned to fill her in on the details of the events that were occurring while she was in Bristol he mentioned him and it got him noticed.

He had a tough time trying to win his ex-wife back, she had a boyfriend and he knew she was going to play hard to get. She didn't disappoint, she barely bothered with him until he told her that he and the 'whore' as she'd put it, had broken up.

He could swear he noticed a smile trying to break out onto her face when he told her his only child was their child.

She snuggled up to him and a small sigh escaped from her lips. It took her quite a while to trust him and believe him again, but nights like this made it worth it.

He was incredibly smug when he came with the review team. She was very unhappy that he was acting head. He didn't do much either, just drank coffee.

The times when they had to work together, she in particular tried to keep it professional, but couldn't resist making snide comments, and he had to admit that he deserved every dig she threw in his direction. He could be nasty when he wanted also, but her comebacks usually silenced him.

Not everything was easy for him, he lived with his mother for a while, had his car repossessed and was turned down by her when he tried to invite her on a date.

The refusal of his invitation resulted in a drunken visit to her house later on that day. She wasn't pleased at all with him. He told her how much he still loved her and she wished she could have unveiled her true feelings to him that night, but she thought it was better to keep it to herself just in case his drunken declaration was just that and not the actual way he felt.

Sammy was apprehensive about the reunion of his parents, he didn't need any confusion or disruption at this time in his life in particular. He had Orla to think about now, they were going to be getting married soon and yes it was good to have assurance that his parents wouldn't cause a scene at the wedding, however he still had a lingering image of how disastrous the wedding could be if his parents split again.

She pulled the duvet up slightly and relaxed again. She hadn't been this happy in a long time, Chris had made her happy, but she knew deep down that it was never going to work out with him, he was lovely to her, but she missed her ex-husband.

It was on the night of Sammy and Orla's engagement party that they had rekindled. They both had a lot to drink and should have regretted it in the morning, but for some reason it seemed to feel right for both of them. The hangovers seemed to bother them more. They was very little awkwardness following the event when they woke up, and the strange thing was no one came looking for them throughout the night. They just assumed she wouldn't be up to entertaining and he would be passed out somewhere.

He had stumbled up to her room after he saw Janet and Rachel retreat downstairs. It wasn't long before they had forgotten about the party happening below them and were concentrating on the zip of her dress.

They took it gently for a few weeks, she was still dealing with the kidnapping, and he wanted to be there for her. He told her to phone him if she needed to chat and he'd listen. She took him up on the offer and many, many nights when he wasn't at hers or vice versa, she would be on the sofa, legs tucked under her with her phone pressed against her ear recounting her day or talking about the kidnapping. Sometimes there would be a smile spread across her face, other times there would be tears streaming down her cheeks. However with his support she always went to bed feeling safe and loved. When she saw how supportive he was and how much of a changed person that's when she decided she wanted him back in her life permanently.

Julie's reaction to their news was rather predictable, she'd seen her closest friend go through hell due to his actions and really didn't want a repeat. She hadn't noticed a change in him until she had a quiet conversation with him when he guaranteed he wouldn't be leaving her friend's side anytime soon. The way in with he had stated it showed he was being truthful and Julie knew it was best to wish them well. Julie still met up with her frequently and had a girlie gossip over a glass or sometimes a bottle of wine.

He must have sensed she was awake, for he woke up and quietly whispered "Can't you sleep Gill?"

Her hand glided across his abdomen to his side and she clutched onto him. Her red nails softly scraping his skin as she did so. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you, I'm going to sleep now" she said "We'll chat in the morning Dave"

And with that he kissed the top of her head, pulled her in closer and drifted back of to sleep, it wasn't long before she joined him.