A.N. - Alright, so I got into one of my 'god i'm so damn lonely' moods. Which is awesome for you guys, cause that's when the writing bug bites the hardest. Honestly it's either me writing schmaltz or me eating a tube of cookie dough and watching the 1979 Dracula (which i highly recommend). I've found I don't gain as much weight when I write FF, so this is the result. This is an idea I've had floating around for a while, so stick with me. If this mood lasts long enough, I might be tempted to write a follow up to my Skyfall fic as well.
Chapter 1
Ross woke up excited. It was the first time in a long while, but he had good reason. Sarah was due back in the UK today. Her book signing tour was finally over. Even though she had somehow managed to spend several weeks with him before, she could not put off the tour any longer. Before she left, however, they both agreed to keep in contact and that she was to report right back to Vasey when she was done. In fact, she had insisted.
Sarah had called him the evening before to inform him that she had an early flight from Pairs to London, and providing that the plane landed on time, there would be a train she could catch up to Royston Vasey. She could be there by late that evening.
Ross braced himself against the harsh early March air as he made his way out to his car. He was going into work earlier than usual as he planned to leave early. She had called him right before he normally went to bed, so he didn't have time to fix up his flat and would need to do something about that before she got in. With Sarah returning indefinitely, they could really get a good chance to see where their relationship was headed. He could scarcely contain his joy all throughout the drive to the Job Centre. And although his nervous excitement wasn't written on his face, Ross was jumping around like an 8 year old on the inside. He was in such a good humor, that he even greeted Pauline as he passed her office and made his way to his own.
"Why Ross, what's gotten into you? Did you find a puppy to kick on your way in this morning?" Pauline said in her normal cocky tone as she leaned against his doorframe. His behavior had peaked her interest.
"Don't push it Pauline, I could have you bounced out of here too easily." Ross replied, not looking up from the files on his computer screen. "You are still probationary, remember that." Thanks to Sarah's influence, Ross had agreed to be the bigger man and do what he could to help Pauline get her job back.
"Yes, yes Ross but seriously, what has gotten into you?" Pauline asked again, trying to not come off as interested as she really was. Even though Ross had gotten her back to work in the Dole service, she was still wary of him. He had enough on her to ruin her life (again) if he felt so inclined.
Ross sighed and looked up at Pauline, "If you must know, Ms. Clarke is getting back into town today."
"Ahh so you're not suffering from some strange tropical disease, shame." Pauline said as she inspected her nails. "Your just as giddy as a little monkey." She turned and strutted back to her office down the hall.
"Watch it Pauline!" Ross called after her. After all, he was always surprised at the amount of bollocks she had to constantly tease him while at work. She was lucky that Sarah was in the picture to keep him from loosing his temper at her. But not even the "painted purple attack" he had just endured could dampen his spirits. Sarah was coming back.