This came to me when watching today's episode of The Bill. Really not my usual pairing! (I have not, and never will change ship!) But I saw the way Sam looked at Nate at the end, and it could (that's a BIG could) have been mistaken for a flirty smile. Anyway, here goes: Please review, I've never written this pairing before!

"So I hear you've been helping Aisha's family with immigration?"

"Yeah, I have"

"Well, well done for today Nate, you did well," DI Samantha Nixon smiled, "Oh, and by the way, good luck with the nurse." She said as she turned away, smirking.

"Thanks.. Ma'am" Nate grinned as he watched her walk away, letting his gaze drop slightly as she walked down the corridor. He shook his head, no, he couldn't think of Samantha like that, she was his senior officer. Besides, she was quite a bit older than he was. Even so, Nate still thought to himself, 'she doesn't look it though, does she? With that blonde hair and tanned skin, perfect figure, she still looks gorgeous as ever..'

Sam smiled as she pushed the door back to CID, there was just something about that PC, but she couldn't quite place it. Sam perched on the side of one of the desks in CID, she was alone and stared into space pondering what it was that drew her to Nate Roberts.
And then it hit her.

That cheeky grin, she knew it all too well. It was the fail-safe trademark of a pure player, and she'd had her run-ins with that type in the past. It only spelled heartache. But what she'd give to be at the hands of another philanderer, if only to remind herself of the one she missed so terribly.

"I'm sorry, Nate." Maria Joseph smiled apologetically at him, her eyes downcast.

"Thank you PC Roberts." A voice piped up from the corner, it was Aisha, the stab victim.

"That's alright," Nate smiled awkwardly at her and was saved from further embarrassment when his colleague, Ben Gayle interrupted. Nate followed him out of the interview room, looking at the floor.

"Ahh." Nate cursed as he ran a hand through his hair, "I only went an' left my jacket in CID, didn't I?"

"I'm not trailing all the way up there again, mate. I'll meet ya at the pub, yeah?"

"Course. I won't be long." Nate called back to him as he took to the stairs.

Sam brushed her hand over the pile of paperwork that sat on her desk. Another fun Friday night, eh? Corr, she really was married to the job. Since having figured who Nate reminded her of, she leant down to open the second drawer in her desk. Taking the frame out, she traced the tip of her finger around the edge, removing the thin film of dust that had gathered there. Then, resting the side of her hand on the cold glass, she ran her thumb slowly over the photograph. Smiling, remembering.

"Ahem. Ma'am?" Nate coughed, on opening the door.

Sam pulled the stand out from the back of the frame and stood it on her desk, in pride of place. She bit her lip and then smiled softly down at it. Then, realising that Nate had been stood watching her for the past minute, she looked up at him.

"Sorry, Nate. I er, was a bit distracted." She cast a fond look down at the photograph once more. Nate saw the glance and moved over to her desk to take a look. Sam saw him look down, confused.

"Here," she smiled, handing him the frame. He said nothing, but studied the photograph taking in the smiles, the champagne glasses, the odd background;

"Where-" Nate began, but Sam cut in,

"London Eye, 2007. God, two years ago now.." She mused, before continuing, "Yvonne's leaving 'do." She smiled up at Nate once more, "Now that was fun. Alcohol, dancing, friends."

"I never had you down as the partying kind of woman," Nate said,

"Once upon a time I might have taken offense to that, Nate." She brushed a fingertip over the happy faces in the picture, before taking it off him and placing it back on her desk.

"So he meant a lot to you, then Sam?"

"He was a challenge, I'll give him that." Sam said, laughter in her voice,

"And do you like a challenge?" Nate asked, his voice low,

"Mmm," Sam mused, "sometimes." Yet, a wicked glint had appeared in her green eyes. She leant up and kissed Nate on the cheek, stepping back after a few seconds.

"Sometimes," she finished, cuing him to leave. Nate shut the door of her office gently.

Sam liked challenges, and he was determined to be her next.

Reviews much appreciated! Like I said, I've never written for another pairing before now!
Kelly ox