He'd stood up in court and denied that he liked her anymore than just a co-worker. He'd convinced a crowded courtroom that his feelings toward her were just friendly. Yet he still couldn't convince himself.

He'd never been one for tall leggy blondes, with figures to die for and a need to be saved. She was a far cry from anyone he'd ever liked before. She was the damsel in distress that could save herself, with her clever wit and charm. And if they ever failed her he was sure that those deep blue eyes of hers had the puppy dog look perfected. Her eyes had failed her though when that scumbag Devlin had started her. He'd seen red, lashing out at him for even touching her. He hadn't thought about the consequences of attacking a member of the public, he'd just thought of protecting her when she couldn't save herself. That's what had landed them in this mess.

"Penny for your thoughts"
The cheery voice broke him from his thoughts and he lifted his glass of now warm beer to his lips, taking a large swig to calm the butterflies that never failed to show up when she was around and ceased to leave until she had too.
"So…Who is she?"

Her voice betrayed nothing apart from the hint of curiosity that crept its way into the silky tone of her voice. At Smithy's confused look she carried on to explain. "The woman? Well I'm assuming it's a woman unless there's something you'd like to tell us Inspector Smith" she quipped, a sly grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Ha-ha Stevie. Very funny"
His sarcastic remark made her grin even more and he found himself unable to stop the smile that had etched its way onto his face. "And anyway…who said there was a woman involved?"
A small sigh escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes at him and he found himself smiling even more at her obvious frustration.
"Well…I've seen that look loads of times. Especially recently. It's the same look that's plastered all over the DI's face every time he so much as glances at Grace" she explained as she waved her leather clad arms in a gesture towards the two co-workers that were sitting in the corner of the pub, talking animatedly. This was one of the rare times they'd ever joined the rest of the force down at the local pub and even then they'd sat huddled away in the corner together. "So…Who is she?"

He lifted his glass again, draining the last of the warm liquid from the bottom of it. He was obviously stalling for time and he still had no answer for her when he set the empty glass back down on the wooden table between them.
"Well DC Moss, your going to have to get a few more of those down me before I'm drunk enough to tell you that" he laughed gesturing at the glass, avoiding answering her question all together.

"Coming right up, Serge"

He watched as she all but skipped off towards the bar, intent on getting him drunk enough to spill his secret, her short blond waves bouncing as she moved.

Two pints later and he still hadn't worked up the courage to tell her, and he was intent on keeping it that way. She was currently chatting with Mickey and Banksy, rambling on about whatever they'd done up in CID today. He faintly remembered Banksy requesting some of his uniformed officers to help in a robbery.
She glanced over a few times, her blue eyes catching his brown ones, searching them curiously. Searching them for what he didn't know.

"Oi Smithy. You payin attention?"
"Sorry Callum, what'd you say?" he apologized distractedly, returning his gaze to the muscular body of his co-worker, Sergeant Callum Stone. The man was impatient at the best of times and the two had a volatile relationship but he was a good mate. He'd stuck up for him when he'd been in court, lying. And as Smithy raked a hand through his mop of dark hair he realised how much She was distracting him, yet he couldn't restrain himself from stealing another glance in her direction.

"What's gotten into you, mate? You've been so…"
Callum's voice broke off mid-sentence as he chuckled to himself. He had just spotted Stevie, her head thrown back and her laughter sounding from her lips. He looked at Smithy to see that once again that that's where all his attention was focused.
"Ahh. So that's what this is about. Little Stevie Moss." His small chuckle developed into the rumble of his laughter which he failed to hold in. By the time his laughter and stopped and his breathing had returned to normal he had felt more than seen the death glare that Smithy was giving him.

"I'm sorry mate; it's just that the whole station can see what's going on between you guys. Well that is except for you guys. Ever since that undercover operation you've been unable to keep your wandering eyes away from her." his laughter once again slipped unchecked from his mouth and resounded around the small room at the front of their local pub. "Just tell her" he laughed. That was Stone all over. Simple and straight to the point.

"Think I'll call it a night. See you in the morning Callum"

He hadn't meant to sound so cold, the again he hadn't needed to be laughed at either. Swinging his jacket over his shoulders he walked towards the front exit to the pub. The blast of cold air that hit him as he walked out was refreshing and did its job at sobering him up enough to know he had to call a taxi to get home.

"You didn't think you could get away that easily did you?"
Her voice shocked him and she giggled softly as she watched him jump a foot in the air at her comment.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that Stevie!"
"And you shouldn't leave without answering the question Smithy"

Turning to look at her as she stood there shivering in the cold night air, her arms bare against the harsh December winds, her usual leather jacket having been left inside the pub, Stones words rang through his mind. "Just tell her"
"I believe you owe me an answer Dale Smith" her grin widened as she realised she had him cornered, figuratively.

Sighing, he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders once again and placed it over hers, watching as she pulled it closer around her. He leant down, levelling himself with her ears so he could wispier his dark secret to her.

"Don't say anything…but I think I've fallen for Lawrence Smiths girlfriend"

First Bill Fic :) im a huge Smithy/Stevie fan. Hope they're togther before it ends. Still can't believe its ending though :/ i wonder how they'll do it
Anyways I'm not sure whether ot leave this as a one-shot or develop it into more. Any ideas? :)