As a protest to The Bill's producers' ideas of Sam/Banksy (bleurgh, by the way) I decided to carry this on. Plus the fact that a few people asked me too. ;)
So this is to:
SoloStarr- 'cos she cba to sign in but reviewed anyway
Beccy(DI Samantha Hunter)- 'cos I'm in love with your pen name + it kind of was a hit-list, Sam unintentionally ended up sounding like a bit of a tart :P
BlondeSpirit- 'cos you wanted more + you're horsey too ;)
Astrid(ihearthuxon)- 'cos you didn't know who Nate was, but reviewed anyway + wanted an update
Laura(SaMaNdPhIl4eVeR)- your pen name is hell to type out! + 'cos I hate Sam/Banksy too
Contentious Infatuation- 'cos I accidentally spelt your pen name wrong in my other fic, oops(!) + you reviewed even though Jam is more your thing :)

Nate closed the door of the DI's office, a contented smile on his face. He had come to a conclusion regarding Samantha Nixon. He was going to ask her out. 'the worst she can do is say no, right?' he thought.

As he made his way down the stairs, Nate suddenly stopped and hit his forehead with his palm. 'My jacket. Damn it. That's twice now, corr, she's going to think I'm really smart now ain't she..' Nate turned and began to back-track up the staircase.

Sam, meanwhile, had stayed seated in her office. Once again, she picked up the photo frame and was studying the picture closely; she took in once more the sparkling eyes and fail-safe grin of the man stood half behind her. One of his strong arms pulled Sam to him lovingly and his other hand held a champagne glass which was clinking against hers. A longing smile pulled at the corners of Sam's lips and she lifted a hand to brush her hair behind her ear.

A knock on the door pulled Sam free of her thoughts. She glanced up at the door and rolled her eyes when she saw who was there. 'Perfect timing' thought Sam,

"Come on in, Nate," she raised her voice just enough for him to hear.

Nate pushed the metal handle down and let himself into the room. On seeing the frame that was still clutched in the Inspector's hand and the way she stroked the glass absentmindedly while she looked up at him, Nate spoke;

"He was really important to you wasn't he, that guy?" he gestured casually to the photograph. After a moment Sam replied,

"Yeah, yeah he was." Nate noticed the affectionate way she looked down at the picture.

"So, who was he?" Nate kept his eyes on Sam as he went to take a seat opposite her. When the detective didn't answer, he prompted, "I can tell he was more than a colleague- a friend, boyfriend maybe?"

Sam opened her mouth, wondering how to answer that, taking into consideration that she didn't know Nate incredibly well and if she was honest, it could take hours to explain the extent of their relationship. Also, she didn't currently know herself. It had started with hate, a mutual hate on both sides. Then progressed to what you could perhaps call friendship at a stretch, this escalated over the years until she could tell him absolutely anything and after too long they became lovers, if only for a short time. Sam being Sam decided against revealing all this to the PC that stood in front of her and settled for;

"He was, well.. he was pretty special."

Nate nodded, "You two had a lot of history then?"

"Something like that," Sam smiled up at Nate.

'Woah, she has got beautiful eyes,' Nate thought, 'No wonder that guy looks smitten with her.'

"Was there something you wanted, Nate?" Sam asked after a moments silence,

"Oh, I left my jacket.. again," he admitted sheepishly, "today's not been my best day," he grinned.

Sam just smiled, his naïvety reminded her of someone she once knew.

"Right then Ma'am, I best be off- I did tell Ben I'd meet him in the pub," Nate paused for a second, weighing up his chances, "How about you come with me?"

"Oh, I don't think so Nate, who wants to go for a drink with their boss, eh?"

Nate was about to comment but Sam beat him to it, "I'll see you tomorrow." she smiled, and Nate bowed his head,

"Tomorrow," he repeated, then left through the open door with his jacket slung casually over one arm and a grin on his face.

Sam watched Nate leave and shook her head. Same twinkling eyes, same cocky grin.

She wondered, as she sat alone in her office on that Friday evening, if this new charmer could end up being as much trouble as the last..


What do you think, still continue?
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