Hi everyone! It's been a while but I'm back. This is co-written by myself and PrincessHanHan, it's her first ever piece of writing so please be nice! This fic contains the Jam pairing, (Jo and Sam) therefore contains female/female relationships so if that's not your sort of thing, please leave now! Please R&R xx

The Hand That Leads Me

Detective Inspector Samantha Nixon sauntered into CID, pausing briefly at DC Masters' desk.

"DC Masters? A word in my office please."

DC Mickey Webb smirked. "Who's been a naughty girl then Jo?"

"Oh leave it out Mickey!" Jo laughed following her boss into the office, her eyes watching Sam's sashaying hips.

"Sit down." Sam instructed, indicating a seat as she sat down behind her desk. Jo closed the door before sitting down opposite her superior.

"Last night," Sam began, getting straight to the point.

"Look Sam, I'm not going to apologise if that's what you're after."

"You kissed me, Jo! And it's DI Nixon to you." Sam snapped.

"I didn't see you complaining at the time! You enjoyed it just as much as I did..." Jo shouted in reply. "...DI Nixon."

"That's not the point Jo, it should never have happened."

"Why not?" Jo asked, waiting to hear the excuses Sam would conjure up.

"Because..."

Sam didn't know what to say she was hoping that "because" would suffice, but knowing Jo, she knew it wouldn't, so it was a way of buying herself those extra few seconds she needed to come up with some kind of acceptable answer.

"Because what? Come on Sam, you're a woman of many words!" Jo retorted.

"Because... I'm not meant to like women Jo, you know Phil and I were together briefly and I think he still has feelings for me. I'm not sure where he and I stand any more. You kissing me just complicated things even more!"

The brunette laughed a little. "You're "not meant to like women?" You can't choose who you have feelings for Sam, I thought you of all people would know that."

"It's not funny Jo!" Sam said, getting more and more annoyed whilst weighing up the situation.

"I never said it was. I just find your opinions a bit odd, Sam. You're not interested in women, or so you claim, and yet you enjoyed kissing me last night." Jo shot Sam a look which silently asked for an explanation.

"Look, this is not a conversation I wish to have at work, all I have to say at this minute is that I'm not saying I'm not interested in women... I'm saying that I shouldn't be... I need to work out where Phil and I stand and take into account that an office romance, could just be that, office." Sam sighed. "If you want to discuss this further, meet me in the pub at seven tonight. I refuse to discuss this anymore here, so just go and get back to whatever work it was you were doing before, Jo." An agitated Sam told her colleague.

"Err... hang on a minute. It was you that summoned me into your office in the first place! Oh and "shouldn't be interested in women?" Jo enquired, becoming increasingly annoyed at Sam's ability to bury her head in the sand when it came to emotions.

Sam, rising to her feet, replied "I've already said if you want to discuss this further, meet me in the pub at seven o'clock. I am not going to discuss this here with you anymore!" A tear attempted to escape from Sam's eye but she held it back as best she could.

Jo yelled, "Fine!" and immediately left the office. Sam sat back down, head on desk and sobbed quietly but rather uncontrollably, until DC Webb walked into the room.

"What have I told you about knocking before you enter Mickey?" Sam said wiping her eyes.

"Guv? You alright?" Mickey asked, concerned about the state of his boss.

"Err yeah I'm fine..." Sam replied vaguely. "What can I do for you Mickey?"

"PCs Stamp and Ryder have brought in Lucy James as you requested Guv, she's in the soft interview room." Mickey replied, not believing Sam's response but not wanting to question her.

"Thank you Mickey." He nodded, turning back towards the door before swiftly turning around. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'll be fine Mickey. Tell Miss James I'll be with her in a few minutes."

"Guv." Mickey closed the door, leaving Sam alone again, wrapped in her thoughts.

Sam ran to the bathroom, wanting to fix her hair and face before heading to the soft interview room. Time was getting on. She aimed to make this as fast as possible as she had some paper work to finish before she could leave. She wanted to nip home and make herself look a bit nicer for when she met Jo later, even though she "shouldn't be interested." As Sam perfected her hair in the bathroom mirror, the door opened to reveal Jo standing behind it.

"Oh sorry, I... I didn't know you were here." Jo managed.

"That's ok, I'm finished in here. I was just leaving."

"Sam, wait..." Sam, who was half way out the door, turned to face Jo and gave her a look as to say, "carry on."

"Seven o'clock, yeah?" Jo smiled, in an attempt to break the ice.

"Yeah, seven o'clock." Sam said with half a smile, stepping towards Jo.

"Canley Arms okay with you?"

"Sure, that's fine."

"Great. I'll see you there then." Jo replied with a smile, turning to leave. "Sam?"

"Yes Jo?"

"I could err.. pick you up if you like? Jo asked, wishing she could take back the question as soon as she'd asked it.

Sam, taken aback by the question replied, "Oh.. err.. yeah sure.. if it's not too much trouble.. you know where I live right?"

"Nothing's too much trouble for you, Sam," Jo blushed at the realisation of what she had said. "Err, yeah. Same road as one of my old mates actually."

Sam smiled and blushed as well. "Okay then... seven o'clock outside my place it is then."

"Yeah. I'll see you then." Jo smiled, exiting the toilets as quickly as possible as she let out the breath she had been holding throughout her conversation with her beautiful boss. Sam waited two minutes then hastily exited as well, she was meant to be in the soft interview room 5 minutes ago.

The interview seemed to drag on for Sam, so many things were rushing through her mind; the meeting in the toilets with Jo, what would she wear tonight? What would she say? What would Jo say? Would they go home alone, or together? The time between meeting Sam in the toilets and 7 o'clock also seemed to go on forever for Jo as well. But finally it was here and Jo was sat outside Sam's place debating what to do. Should she beep her horn? Get out of the car and knock on Sam's door? Or should she just sit and wait patiently? Patience, in situations like this, was not Jo's strong point, so she decided to get out of the car.

As soon as she stepped out of her car, Jo contemplated turning around and getting back in again. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the door and pressed the doorbell.

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