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Chapter Two
"Morning" the blonde grinned as he headed into the kitchen, he pulled his shirt over his body and smiled "I gotta get off babe". She gestured to the kettle that boiled furiously "I was going to make you a coffee..." he shrugged his shoulders "I gotta get going... sorry... but you know how it is places to go people to see". She nodded as he turned to the kitchen door "Damien?" he turned back to face her "Dont you even want my number?" she asked, she noticed him sigh but he nodded slightly and she grabbed her pad that was stuck to the fridge and scribbled her number down "I'll call you". She nodded as he walked through the door "I had a great time" she called after him. Stevie flicked the kettle off and headed through into her bedroom she glanced at the bed that a few hours ago he had been kissing her in. Maybe this had ment more to her than to him, like Smithy had warned her. She grinned as he phone buzzed and she moved to it, she sighed as the name appeared "This better be important Mickey". He laughed down the phone "It is Serge... Im with DI Manson and he wants to know why you arent in work". She gulped "Im helping Smithy out..." Neil cut in "Dont start Stevie I have already spoke to Smithy and he has no intentions of covering for you... so get yourself in here now". She sighed as the phone line went dead and she made a mental note to kill Mickey and Smithy later, how could they both drop her in it like that. She moved into the ensuite bathroom and stripped her clothes off before stepping under the shower. Once she was dressed she typed out a quick text
To: Smithy Mob 8.37am
Thanks for dropping me in it
with Manson. You owe me big
time now xx
She grinned to herself before heading towards the front door, she climbed into her car and turned the radio down, today really wasnt turning out to be her day and she needed a strong coffee the secoond she got into the office, especially as she was going to get it in the neck from Neil. She flicked the key to the car but hearing her phone beep she grabbed her phone from the handbag resting on the passenger seat.
From: Smithy Mob 8.45am
I am done covering for you
why dont you get Damien to
back you up if he remembers
your name. See you around.
Stevie sighed to herself, here she was busy worrying about the bollacking she was going to get from Neil and the fact Damien had been so dissmissive this morning she had completly forgotton how upset Smithy had been with her. Maybe she could make that her second point of call, to smooth things over with the real man in her life, her best friend, and while she was at it she could get Damiens number and sort out the sex part of her life too. A smile traced her lips as she dropped her phone into her handbag and drove off towards the station.
Neil had shouted, Mickey had moaned, Terry had ignored her, she knew her job should be her priority but she had completly forgotton to come in early to disscuss Terrys case of a young girl abused by her father, and now Grace had been asked to step in for her. Mickey had got it in the neck for her lateness and she was definatly in need of a very strong coffee. She pushed her money into the machine and smiled as she heard Smithy in his office, she had always spent a lot of time hanging round this coffee machine, with it being the nearest to CID and right next to Smithys office it was her usual hang out during the work day. She moved to the door and knocked lightly "Smithy...". He turned to face her and sighed down the phone "I will call you later... just sort my money out". He placed his phone to his desk and turned back to her "DS Moss... what can I do?". She smiled "I erm... I got you a coffee", he gestured to the paper cup on his desk "I Have one". Stevie nodded slightly and moved into the room futher, pushing the door closed "Was that Damien?" she asked gesturing to his phone. He glanced down at it before back to her "What do you want Stevie?". She sighed "To talk..." he moved over and rested into his chair "Im sorry... I didnt mean to hurt you..." he interupted "Dont flatter yourself Stevie... I just cant believe you let him pull the wool over your eyes". She shook her head "He hasnt... last night ment something..." he laughed, interupting her "Oh come on Stevie.. did he give you his number?". She shook her head "He took mine". He nodded "And he would of put it in the first bin he came accross... he used you". She glanced down "Can you give me his number?". Smithy shook his head "No". She glared at him "Why? because you are jealous?". He stood up "Im not jealous Stevie but if he wanted you to have his number he would of given it to you...". She sighed "I thought we were friends Smithy..." he nodded "Tell me about it" he moved back over to his desk and sunk back down infront of his computer. "You are dying to say I told you so Smithy..." he glanced up at her "So give me his number and it will prove you right if he tells me where to go". He nodded slightly "Yeah it would..." he gestured to his phone and smiled "He has sorted some of my money out for me... he is meeting me tonight... you can come and we will see who is right wont we". She nodded slightly "Yeah ok... are we ok?" she asked and he sighed "I will message you later let you know where and when". She smiled "I am sorry Smithy" she turned and walked from the office pulling the door closed behind her.
The day had drifted past and Stevie had been treated like an outcast for the most of it, she was sure her being late couldnt have affected that many people, after all she was always late. Smithy had contacted her to let her know to meet him at about seven thirty in the Seven Bells, the same pub they had been in the previous night. She sat outside for a few moments staring at the pub, knowing Damien was inside she began to touch up her make up and sprayed a little perfume before climbing from her car and heading towards the door. She tapped him on the shoulder and smiled "Hey you..." her smile faded slightly when he turned to face her "I thought you were Damien..." Smithy nodded "Figures... he aint here yet". She smiled "Do you want a drink?" she asked and he pointed to the pint resting on the bar "Got one..." she interupted "Have another" she ordered the drinks and she gestured to a table "Do you want to sit down?". He sighed before heading over her close behind "I dont think I thanked you for the flowers last night..." she smiled "You really didnt have too". He smiled slightly as he rested down and she sighed "Im sorry you dont approve of me and Damien Smithy but..." he cut in "There is no you and Damien... my problem isnt with you Stevie... its him.. I was trying to warn you.. and you didnt listen.." she cut in "Im a big girl Smithy... I can look after myself". He nodded "I dont doubt it for a second Stevie but I have had friends before that he talked into bed and then they wanted nothing more to do with me..." she cut in "Thats what you are worried about?" she asked and he shrugged his shoulder. "Smithy..." she placed her hand gently to his arm and sighed "Nobody will come between us... the fact I slept with your brother doesnt change you being my best friend... you are the most important man in my life right now... and I love you to bits... but I do really like Damien". He nodded slightly towards the door "And Im guessing the feeling isnt mutual". Stevie felt a vile taste in her mouth as she stared at the man drapped over a small brunette. "Thats Abbie... she is one of his regular girls... one of about five and thats without the ones he picks up..." Stevie glared accross at Smithy "Why didnt you tell me?". He laughed "I tried... more than once". She glanced back towards Damien "How often does he put it about?". Smithy rose to his feet as Damien rested onto a bar stool "Your lucky you got him for the whole night... I have known him to fit three women in one night.." Stevie gulped "I cant believe you didnt tell me... I feel so stupid". Smithy shrugged "And I'd get yourself checked... you could of caught anything...". He walked off and it finally made sense to her, Smithy had brought her here to show her exactly how she had made him feel last night, to humiliate her and make her feel useless.
She had sat trying to make sense of the situation, Smithy was talking to Damien who was still known the wiser she was here, while she sat nursing a beer that really wasnt hitting the spot now. She gripped her beer and walked towards the two men and pretty brunette "Hi..." she smiled and Damien smiled slightly before glaring at Smithy "Thanks mate". Smithy shrugged his shoulders before taking another sip of his beer. Damien turned to her "Sarah?" he asked "Stevie" she corrected him. "Sorry... Im a bit tied up for tonight sweetheart..." he gestured to the woman next to him "Sorry". She heard Smithy chuckle and she turned to face him "Shut up" before back to Damien "Last night ment nothing then?" she asked. Damien shrugged, something she noticed he did a lot like his brother "Not a lot no... it werent bad sweetheart... you could do with a bit of practice". She glared at Damien "You proud of yourself..." he gestured to Abbie "I got things to do..." he smiled "See you darling". Stevie rose the nearly full glass in her hand and tipped some of the beer over Damien, he instinctivly pushed her arm away and she turned and tipped the remainder over Smithy sat on the bar stool behind her "STEVIE..." he shouted "What the hell is the matter with you.. this is a new shirt". Damien grabbed her arm and spun her back to face him "You are paying to have my jeans cleaned... these cost over a ton". She shrugged "Send me the bill... if you can remember my name". She stormed out of the pub but hearing the men behind her she turned to them "You are sick... both of you" she glared between them and Damien laughed "I will tell you what... there was only one reason I took you to bed darling and it had nothing to do with the way you look... I mean you saw Abbie.. she is my normal league... I beded you cause I knew once you had been with me... he wouldnt want you.."
he turned to Smithy "Cause my little brother here... he was crazy about you... werent you Dale?" she saw how nervous Smithy looked and suddenley it all made sense. Damien turned back to her "And eventually he would of worked up the courage to tell you... and I hate him having what he wants.. so I took it..." he laughed moving close "And now... he wouldnt touch you with a ten foot barge poll" he turned away and smirked at Smithy "Dont worry mate... you are hardly missing anything". Before she had any idea what had happened Smithy had swung his fist knocking Damien to the ground "You stay away from me... we are finished" she watched him walk away before glaring at Damien once again and chaising after Smithy. She grabbed his arm "Im sorry... Smithy please" she glanced back to where Damien was walking back into the pub "Why didnt you tell me?" she asked. "I was gunna... I just hadnt worked out how... and it dont matter now... like he said I wouldnt go near now... as far as Im concerened we are finished too Stevie... stay away from me". She watched him walk away and she sighed, she had spent so long thinking he just didn't want her to move on and leave him behind that she had completely missed his true feelings for her.
