First, big thank yous and virtual hugs to the reviewers! I didn't quite know how this pairing would go down to be honest!
Astrid: thank you! (for the review and the story:P) I loved that ep too.
Latz: The feeling thing just kind of happened lol but thanks :) And as for her being undercover, wait and see..
h. g girl: thanks for reviewing! umm, I picked that ep cos I really thought Sam was gonna leave with him, and wondered how she would have turned out if she had :) That pairing, because they were together, and she really did get suspended for it, +he did point a shotgun to her head! (in the end, she arrested him, but whtever :P) oh, +I might (that's a big might) try a MaxMillie one, but I hate Max- he replaced my Phil!
Katie: thanks for the review! I'm sorry, I could never bring myself to write a SamNeil fic- I love Phil too much! But I could try a SuzieZain or SuzieNeil one for you? :)
Ty: I was quite convinced Sam would leave with Cavanaugh, I was dead shocked when she said 'let's get out of here'! I was like, nooo! Don't turn to the dark side! :P Thanks for the lovely long review! Glad you liked it.
Kat, Meg + Ellie: Thanks for reviewing. This is the fastest I've updated in a long time!
Stepping off the plane into the warm heat, Sam felt a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled up at the man who had changed her life; for better or for worse, she did not know. "Alright, Sweetheart?" he drawled, squeezing her shoulder. In return, he got a kiss on his lips. "Hmm, i might fly you overseas more often," he smirked.
"Sorry for doubting you, you are special to me, you know that," Sam smiled up at him. She waited for him to utter the same back, but the words didn't come. She faced back in front of her and picked up her bag, "Where to?" she changed the subject, feeling comforted when the familiar hand stroked her lower back slowly.
Meanwhile, back in Sun Hill, CID was desperately trying to trace their missing DS, Samantha Nixon, and the corrupt officer she appeared to have disappeared with. When Jack Meadows entered the room, all went silent. Every pair of eyes turned to him, the bearer of what was to be bad news.
"Well, Guv?" Phil called from the back, "You found anything, or do I have to keep scouring the country for Sam and her boyfriend?" obviously, his hate for the detective had not diminished.
"Samantha seems to have changed sides," Jack sighed. He couldn't hide his disappointment in his officer, the one he had stuck his neck on the line for over and over again. "I very much doubt we'll get her back, she's left. With Cavaugh."
There were a series of gasps from around the room. Cameron and Phil stared at each other in disbelief. "She wouldn't have, Guv,"
"Cameron, she's gone. They are both gone."
"Good riddance." Phil said, and turned back to his computer. Feeling something tug inside of him, he realised he would miss all of the heated arguments they had shared. But still, only a little part of him thought that. She was still annoying, he decided, and now it seemed that she was incredibly stupid and naive too.
Samantha giggled as she fell back on the bed, she looked up at Peter's face, inches from hers. Her eyes sparkled and she reached up to kiss his lips..
(Sorry, I don't have it in me to write smut with Peter Cavanaugh!!)
"Well, Sweetheart," Resting his head back against the headboard, Peter looked down at Sam. She kissed his chest and lay her head on it, listening to his heart beating steadily. "You certainly have a lot in you," he smirked as she glanced up at him and punched the top of his arm lightly.
Even though she was spending every day in the heat of the sun, Sam knew truthfully there was something missing. She was convinced she loved Cavanaugh, not believing it possible that he could have only led her to believe that. She had never felt able to say it to him though, not those three words. It was just as well, she thought, he hadn't ever said them to her.
Not allowing herself to admit she missed her job, she got mixed up with Peter's contacts. Recieving more than a few beatings from them, she toughened up immensely. She smiled proudly every time that her 'boyfriend' said she was his little firecracker. She'd never been labelled anything remotely like that before and it made her feel tough. Like one of them. She fitted in.
In her little black leather jacket, tight fitting trousers and heeled boots, you would hardly have recognised her. She was the spitting image of one of the criminals she used to arrest. She had become one of them. Though somehow, whether or not it was smart, the toughness subsided slightly when she was with Cavaugh. He still managed, after all this time, to have some sort of sick control over her.
"I love you," she found herself murmuring one evening. It was dark, she lay with her hands pressed against Peter's bare chest. She blinked up at him, and found herself feeling incredibly embarassed and hurt when all he muttered back was,
"Go to sleep, Sweetheart."
What did you think of this one? ( +Apologies for interrupting it half way through, but really- I don't think anyone wants to read Cavanaugh-related smut!?)
