Chapter One
"DS Moss you are late..." Smithy smiled as the small blonde approached the front of the station, she smiled at him, her usual cheery smile, taking a sip of coffee from the paper Costa cup in her hand and pushing a blonde curl behind her ear. She took hold of his wrist and twisted it to face her "Nope, your watch is wrong Inspector Smith and last time I checked you werent my boss..." she jumped at the voice behind her "No but I am... so whats the excuse this time?". She shook her head "No... there is no excuse Gov.. Smithy just text me to say about a case he was going to be working on that he needed a hand with and he asked me to meet him..." she turned to face the smirking Inspector "Isnt that right Smithy?". He smiled between the two both watching him "Yeah thats right". The DI nodded his head before walking past them "Dont take all day about it DS Moss... you have a pile of paperwork that could feel my office". Stevie took another sip of her coffee as the man walked away "Thank you Smithy... I owe you... big". He nodded "Yeah.. you do.. and you can start by buying me breakfast" he grinned before gripping her arm and steering her away from the station. He led her over to her car and she clicked to unlock it, he pulled his hat from his head followed by his stab proof vest "Getting the full monty am I?" she asked as she started the engine. "In your dreams Moss" she flahed him a cheeky grin "Nightmares more like" he smiled at her "D'you want me to go and tell Neil the truth?". She grinned "I love you Smithy" he laughed "Yeah yeah Moss... just drive the car".
After breakfast Stevie had arrived at CID and Neil had told her to get on with her paperwork which she had spent the next few hours doing, watching the other officers come and go throughout CID. She hated days like this, she would much rather be out working a case than stuck writing about it. She smiled as a rolled up piece of paper hit her on the back of the head "You are very quiet today little legs, lost your voice?" Mickey grinned and she stuck her tongue out at him "Shut it you" she gestured to his paperwork "You got a mountain to get through too" he nodded "And the DI wants it done yesterday". She nodded "Tell me about it.." he grinned "And we dont all have Inspectors in our back pocket to get us out of the brown stuff". She faked a laugh "Did you want something?". He nodded as he let out a laugh "You want a coffee?". She nodded as he rose to his feet and headed out the door. She glanced at her computer screen and smiled at the pop up box at the bottom of the screen '1 New Message from Inspector Dale Smith'. The station had introduced the system a few months as a way to make communication easier, but all it had been for her was a discret way to catch up on the gossip and flirt with Smithy.
Inspector Dale Smith: Beer?
DS Stevie Moss: Its a bit earlier for me
Inspector Dale Smith: Tonight?
DS Stevie Moss: Seven Bells 8.30?
Inspector Dale Smith: See you then x
She couldnt help the grin that slowly covered her face. "Whats that look for Serge?" Mickey asked as he placed the coffee to her desk. "Nothing" she replied. "Liar" he grinned. She shook her head slightly letting a grin spread over her face once again "Now, thats either a funny joke or... a bloke". She smiled "Knock knock" he nodded "Yeah yeah" before walking back to his desk.
Stevie applied the last of her lipgloss in her rear view mirror before climbing from the car and heading accross the pub car park. Pushing the door she headed inside, glancing round she saw him sat at the bar with a beer in his hand. "I hope thats for me" she grinned as she grabbed the second beer from the bar. "Good day?" he asked placing a kiss to her cheek. "Yeah brilliant... I spent the day doing paperwork and having Mickey bloody Webb annoying me". He grinned "Get that down your neck then... will make you feel better". Stevie took another sip of her drink and smiled "To be honest I just want to have a good old natter and then an early night..." he grinned "Is that an invitation?". She slapped his arm "Dont be so crude... I mean a chat with you and then home to bed... on my own". He laughed "Thats a shame". She grinned "So how was your day?" she asked. "Ok... I was working on a robbery...". She glanced up at him "Didnt bring it too me?" he shook his head "Neil told me to go to Max". He took a sip of his beer and smiled "I cracked it" she smiled "You would". He sighed as his phone rang in his pocket, he sighed "Im sorry... I need to get this". She watched him disapear accross the pub, his beer in one hand and his phone pushed to his ear. She took another sip of her beer, ordering two more as the barmen crossed infront of her. "...Yeah I'll meet you outside ring me". He rested back onto the bar stool and she gestured to the pint "I got a round in.." he nodded a thank you and she grinned "Anyone important?". He shook his head "Na... no one". She lent towards him "Not got a bird you need to tell me about...". He shook his head "Nope... no one important" he replied before taking another sip of his drink.
About twenty minutes past when a man came up behind Smithy and patted him on the back, they were very similar, he too was tall, a little taller than Smithy, he had green eyes and stubble on his chin, short brown hair slicked back and the buttons to his top were open to reveal his gorgeous chest. Stevies heart skipped a beat as she eyed him intently "I told you I would meet you outide" Smithy grunted sliding off his barstool and pulling his wallet from his back jeans pocket. "Aint you gunna introduce me to your lady friend?" the man grinned. "Damien this is Stevie.. Stevie is a friend from work... Stevie Damien... my brother". The man held his hand out and Stevie shook it "You never mentioned a brother Smithy". Damien shook his head "Na Dale here never does... he is ashamed of me". Smithy glared at him as he handed over a few notes "Will this see you through until payday?" he asked. Damien nodded "Cheers... how about I buy you a drink little bro?" he grinned glancing at Stevie "And your friend". Smithy laughed slightly "You gunna buy me a drink with my own money". He shook his head "Fine dont have one... what can I get you sweetheart?". Stevie felt her heart in her mouth as Smithys brother brought her a drink. There was some thing about him, he had everything Smithy had, he was charming and really good looking but he had an edge, he had a dangerous side that rivaled Smithys good guy act. He had been flirting with her for the past half an hour when his phone rang and he walked away from the table, Smithy sighed as he turned to her "He is only after one thing..." she interupted "Smithy... Im not that kind of girl..". He laughed and anger crossed her face as he sighed "Everyone is for him.. if you drop your knickers he wont be hanging round the next day". She glared at him "And what makes you think Im that easy to get into bed?". He shook his head "I dont think you are easy" he smiled, God only knows he had been trying for years "But I know what he is like.. he is a womaniser". She shook her head "No man is irrisitable... stop worrying". She grinned as Damien sunk back down beside her and Smithy glared at him "You got a job?" he asked "Or you still living off of the state". He shook his head "No... I have tried and I dont need you on my back... the job centre have been". Smithy smiled "There is a way to stop that". Stevie smiled at Damien "Never fancied following in Smithys footsteps?" she asked. "Na.." Damien replied "Working every hour God sends... crap pay... and never having a woman in my life.." Smithy cut in "Yeah why do that when you can sit on your backside and my tax will pay your benefits". Damien rose to his feet "It will never be good enough for you will it". He stalked back off to the bar and Stevie glared at him "That was a bit uncalled for werent it?". Smithy smiled accross at him "You dont know him" he gestured accross at the man "He is a scronger... he only calls me when he wants money". Stevie smiled "So why give it to him?" Smithy sighed "Cause I dont want to see my brother go hungry". Stevie sighed "I think he seems quite nice". Smithy laughed "You are obviously a bad judge of character". She laughed "And I suppose you are brilliant?". He shook his head "No but I can see through a fake... and I never dated a criminal". Stevie glared at him "Rob Towler is completly irrilevant and for the record I have done wrong but I wasnt stupid enough to get involved with a gangsters wife and get her killed and yet still claim to love her". Smithy rose to his feet "I did love Louise... you know what.. you deserve it... let him take you for a ride cause he will treat you like the little tramp that you are" he stormed towards the door. He regretted his words instantly and as he glanced over his shoulder he saw Damien rest back down next to Stevie, he hadnt ment to be so horrible but she had pushed his buttons and he hated to see her and Damien get on so well.
Smithy had walked the streets of London for little over two hours when he realised he had to tell her just how sorry he was. He had tried to phone but her phone had gone straight to answerphone. He had brought a small bunch of flowers for her and stopped a taxi, arriving outside her flat he gulped back his fear, paying the driver he jogged up the steps to her door and knocked gently. She pulled it open after a few moments and he handed over the flowers before smiling "Im so sorry Stevie" she smiled "Smithy". He shook his head and took hold of her hand "I shouldnt of said any of what I did... I shouldnt of called you a tramp and I am so sorry". She shook her head "You really dont need to be". Smithy stared at her as the door opened a little futher, it suddenley dawned on him she only had on her dressing gown and Damien only his underwear. Smithy nodded slightly "Got it". He jogged back down the steps and Stevie followed grabbing his arm "Smithy it really isnt what it seems... and I have never ment to hurt you". He turned back to face her "Dont flatter yourself... he's welcome to you... and for the record he wont remember your name in the morning". Damien grinned down at them "Come on sweetheart... we might as well use the rest of these condoms up that Smithy brought us... cheers mate" he smiled before turning back into her flat. Smithy shook his head moving his eyes back to her "Congratulations Stevie... I really dont think you could ink any lower now". He walked away and she called a few times before heading into the flat after Damien.