This is the funny light hearted one, based on football, cos well... I've written so many sad action packed ones lately, I need a giggle A little piece of humourous fluff that'll end up being 3ish chapters me thinks. Part Three of the series!

I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles

"So who's that?" Charlie frowned, pointing at the TV.

"That's the referee."

"Right…" She nodded, glancing back at her magazine, before looking back up. "Who's that?"

"Teddy Sherringham." Smithy gave an exasperated sigh, his hand falling inside the neckline of her top, gently cupping her breast.

Charlie shrugged, turned the page, before settling back against him. "Is it finished yet?"

"Charlie!" Smithy looked down, "Just another half an hour, yeah?" He leant forward and kissed her softly, if briefly, and turned his attention back to the TV.

Charlie chuckled as she dropped her magazine, turning a little to wrap her arm around Smithy's back, her free hand lightly stroking his stomach as she looked up, smiling to herself.

Most of the past month since the hostage situation in the front office had been spent flitting between the two homes, Smithy increasingly becoming part of the furniture at Charlie's as it was closer to the station, and "Isn't surrounded by dirty old men who's only life pleasure is to leer and grope as you pass on the way to the flat!". Smithy's argument that it had actually been him who groped, and the 'leerer' was actually 'Boss-Eyed Barry' who probably hadn't even been looking in Charlie's direction had gone ignored, and he'd given in after she threatened to cry and sulk, all whilst backing him towards the bedroom. A very convincing argument in Smithy's book…

She grinned as he winced as the opposing team almost scored, watching his reaction as he watched the match, obviously tuned out to everything else around him. She chuckled to herself, lightly ran the tip of one finger along his jaw, and snuggled closer, resting her head on his chest, closing her eyes as she waited for the match to finish.

"What are you thinking about…?" Charlie lifted her head from the pillow as she rolled onto her front, watching Smithy undress.

"Hmm?" Smithy looked up, undoing his trousers, before shrugging. "Cleaning products…"

"We both know that ain't true." Charlie laughed, opening her arms for him as he lifted the duvet, climbing in beside her, wrapping her arms around him.

Smithy smirked and ran his hand along her arm, dropping it to her hip. "Inspector Gold?"

"Should I be worried you're thinking about the Inspector before bed?" Charlie grinned, pressing her hips against his as he gently rolled her onto her back, crossing her arms around his neck as he moved over her, lowering his head to kiss her.

"You know better than to ask me that question by now." Smithy smirked, "It's either Bird-" He trailed off as Charlie pouted. "…You…"

"Better." Charlie smirked.

"..Or football, or West Ham...or the job." He shrugged.

Charlie grinned, and gently pulled him down against her, "If only life was that simple. "Which was it this time?"

Smithy smirked, and lifted the duvet over his head, looking inside, before grinning and pulling his head out. "Definitely West Ham." He said with a grin, before laughing and pinning Charlie's arms above her head as he pressed against her, stopping her from fighting him off.

"Sergeant." Charlie smirked as she passed Smithy, stopping in the doorway of the Inspectors Office.

Smithy returned the smirk, looking over her shoulder into Gina's empty office. "What're you doing?"

"Delivering a parcel for the inspector." Charlie moved inside, placed the box she was holding on the desk, before turning smirking as Smithy blocked her exit. "Don't you have work to do?" She grinned, backing him out the door and through to his office.

"I am working." Smithy held his hands up. "I'm making sure you're working and not slacking off. As my job description details…"

"Does it also detail staring at my chest as you do it?"

Smithy nodded, lowering his gaze. "That's the perk of being a Sergeant…" He glanced back at his work, "Now sod off, I'm busy."

Charlie grinned and sat on the edge of his desk, "What are we doing tonight? You coming round after?"

"Probably." Smithy lifted his pen, frowning at the form in front of him.

"Why don't we go out for a meal?" Charlie tried, "Or go see a film?"

"Dunno…" Smithy glanced up, having his heart set on watching the match that was showing that night…

"You don't know what we're doing tonight, yet you know what West Ham are doing for months in advance."

Smithy half heartedly raised an eyebrow, "They produce a fixture list..." he sighed, his tone patronising.

"Well I can do that!" Charlie mimicked his tone, flicking his planner open. "Tonight, home or away?" She said, looking up with a smirk.