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Author's note and summary: I'm still tidying up my note book. This is one of the scribblings. It almost had moulded in my notepad with a different title and 1066 words for years. As far as I remember it's older than the Emerald Series. I'm going to finish it now...

A call from Lynley diverts his Sergeant who was on her way to New Scotland Yard. The weather is brilliant but she is not exactly happy that she has to stay away from home, especially not on the coming Sunday. Will the following days be filled with another case after they have not even finished the paperworks on the one they just have solved?

Enjoy...

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Kentish Cottage

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They sat on the sofa and watched TV after dinner. Their boys still were with their grand parents and it promised to become a quiet and romantic evening despite the rush of the day.

"Ah... It really wasn't that urgent. They didn't have to order me back home, keeping me from spending a nice weekend with my wife." Simon St James muttered.

"Who knows what it was good for." his wife wistfully said.

"You could have stayed."

"Nah..." Deborah was grinning now. "Give them a bit of privacy."

"Privacy? Hmm... What do you think these two are doing at the moment?" Simon asked and wondered aloud that due to the tension he had sensed and the constant bickering between these two he hoped they would not have killed each other by now.

Deborah laughed out loud. "On the contrary, darling. I hope..." she answered and scooted closer to her husband. "...that right at the moment they're doing something like this."

With that she put her arms around Simon's chest and tenderly caressed his neck with her lips. He enjoyed it immensely and had to close his eyes but after a while her words had sunken in completely and he held her a bit away from him so he could look into Deb's eyes. He was confused. "No...! You mean...? But they're just good..."

"...friends? Bollocks." Her eyes twinkled mischievously while she shook her head in disbelief about her husband's ignorance. "Oh, you men are all the same - as blind as a mole. I guess they're glad to be alone. Finally."

Deborah laughed again and moved closer to his ear. Seductively whispering she suggested more of the things these two friends they had left behind in that Kentish cottage might be doing right now.

It made Simon blush.

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