A/N- *Cowers in the corner* Hello… I'm sorry for taking so long to update! Feel free to kick me. There really is no excuse, I got stuck on a paragraph and just lost interest, but I went to the library today with my laptop and wrote there, because they don't have wi-fi and I wouldn't be tempted to read other people's stories instead, so it is now finished. I've started the third chapter, but I'm not promising anything, but I will try to update sooner. Thanks again to my lovely beta, amy.j, I'm sorry for messing you around!

Please let me know what you think, reviews will be swapped for chapters :-)

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Owen ran off to his locker. A change of clothes and a sprits of aftershave later and he was back at the door with three minutes to spare. Tosh turned the corner thirty seconds later, after being discharged and spraying on some perfume in the ladies. The pair linked arms and walked to the taxi rank.

"So, do you like Italian food?" Tosh remarked as they walked.

"Love it. Take it we're going to an Italian restaurant?" Owen joked.

"How did you guess?" Tosh played along, her voice shocked.

"I'm psychic." They both laughed, and Tosh let out an ear piercing whistle when a taxi passed.

"Wow, that's seriously impressive. Where did you learn to do that?"Owen asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"I have five brothers. Its kinda a necessity to be able to get theattention of your parents when you're in the middle of a pile on, and in serious danger of cracking a rib." Owen laughed and they climbed into the taxi. Tosh gave an address that Owen didn't recognise and they chatted aimlessly as the cab wove its way through the streets of Cardiff in the grip of rush hour. They arrived about thirty minutes later outside a tiny Italian restaurant hidden away on a side street.

"Not many people know about it, so they've always got tables. They do the best pizza known to mankind." Tosh joked as she attempted to pay the taxi driver, but Owen refused to let her, and paid him himself.

"What was that for?" Tosh asked, surprised.

"Promise you won't hit me, or ditch me." She nodded. "It was my faultyou ended up in casualty. I wasn't concentrating in the supermarketand…" Owen's ramblings were immediately cut off when Tosh pressed herlips to his. They melted together, instantly growing accustomed to the other's mouth with the ease of long term lovers. Eventually they broke apart, both gasping for breath. "

You're forgiven." Tosh whispered against his lips when she had regained the power of speech.

"Tosh, what's gotten into you? I didn't have you down for being brash." Owen grinned, and took her hand, his knees still was contemplating calling another taxi so that they could go back to his place, however he quickly reprimanded himself, taking note to remember that she was more than a one night stand as Tosh led them into the restaurant.

"Hi Rodrigo. Table for two please." She greeted the waiter with a familiar smile. Tosh was obviously a regular. The waiter returned her smile, repressing a giggle as he led them to a secluded corner. Owen looked at Tosh questioningly,and she whispered, "The shop has a glass front. They saw us outside." Owen mouthed, "Oh",and fought to keep a straight face. The couple sat down unsure what to do next, their nerves now beginning to show.

Oh God, he's so gorgeous. As if he would ever like me. Act cool Tosh, act cool.

…She's so beautiful, how could she ever fall for someone like me?

They both made a grab for the menu at the same time, and laughed afterwards,the tension broken. They then held a side each, and after deciding on the pizza based on Tosh's earlier recommendations, they ordered.

"So, what do you do when you're not in casualty?" Owen asked good naturedly.

"I work with computers. Its not as boring as it sounds, believe employs me to take a virus, and throw it at a computer model and analyse the affects. Its brilliant. I get paid to destroy things." It was clear from the grin adorning her face how much she enjoyed her job.

"Ah, I see. So a good person to have around when your computer goes **up."

"Yeah. I know my way around a hard drive." She might know her way around something else, too… Stop it Owen. More thana shag.

"Any hobbies? Other than taking computers down."

Whatever you do, DO NOT mention games…'"Yeah, I love reading, going to the theatre, watching TV, going to the cinema… the usual stuff."

Oh, there's nothing usual about you, Tosh. You soppy git, Owen. Stop it, you have a reputation to uphold.

"How about you?"

"Oh, same." No point denying it… "But I'm addicted to computer games, too. Especially Final Fantasy."

"Me too! I didn't want to say, because girl gamers are supposed to be geeks. I once spent a whole week just playing Final Fantasy when I was younger. I only stopped to eat, go to the loo and drink. I finished it."Tosh stated triumphantly, looking extremely pleased with herself. "When Iwent home for the holidays, my mum thought I was ill. She made me stay in bed for two days. I didn't complain, I caught up on lost sleep." Owen chuckled.

"I once pulled a week without sleep when I was at med school, and I went home the next day. My dad sent me to hospital, was convinced I'd got cancer, it was one of my mates that saw me, and she told him I had a bug and needed bed rest for two days at the minimum. I would have kissed her if she wasn't a lesbian."

"I was never that rebellious. I would have given my right arm at the timeto pass my degree, so I worked non stop for four years. I think the Final Fantasy incident was the worst thing I did, and that was when I'd finished my assignments for that year and was half way through the syllabus for thenext year."

"Wow. You were really that dedicated? Blimey." This girl is gorgeous and talented, is that even fair? Why hasn't she been snapped up yet?

"I had no choice. My parents gave up a lot to get me here, and I wasn't about to throw that back in their faces." Oh God, have I come on too strong? I shouldn't have told him how much of ageek I am. I mean, who works that far ahead other than me?

"So where's home? You must miss it." When did you become sensitive?! Pull yourself together, Owen.

"Japan. I don't miss the city I lived in itself, the fumes choke you and there's no room whatsoever, but I miss my family. I ring them as often as possible and I always fly to see them in the holidays or they come to me. It's not so bad, really." Damn it, I sound so depressing. "Anyway, enough about me. Tell me about you."

"Err… I'm a doctor, obviously. And no, the whole 'trust me, I'm a doctor' never gets old. Or introducing myself as Doctor Owen Harper. But, there's not really many interesting things about me."

"Oh come on, there must be millions. What's your favourite colour?"

"Orange, it's the only colour that doesn't remind me of an illness." Tosh almost choked on her drink. Christ, she's pretty when she laughs.

"Favourite film?"

"The Dark Knight. The graphics are incredible, especially in 3D."

"Middle name?"

"Don't have one."

"Favourite band?"

"Oh, hard to choose. Pass."

"Wotsits or Skips?"

"Wotsits. They get everywhere, but that weird fizzy thing that skips do is just plain freaky. Why do they do that?" Tosh laughed, a proper, honest to god laugh. It was so contagious that Owen couldn't help but join in. When the waitress came with their food, she had alook in her eye that clearly said 'I'm not gonna ask'. However, they sobered up when they realized that they had attracted an audience.

The food, as predicted, was delicious. There were no awkward silences asthere usually were on first dates, and they talked about anything and everything that popped into their heads. By the end of the night Tosh felt like she knew him almost aswell as herself. When the bill came, Tosh again attempted to pay, but Owen batted her handaway. She looked at him questioningly.

"I nearly killed you with a pyramid of baked beans, I think the least I owe you is dinner." She chuckled and accepted, because there really was no point in arguing. They made their way to the sofas when they had finished and ordered coffee from the bar, which Tosh insisted on paying for. They exchanged phone numbers, and decided to share a taxi home. The waiters gave them a knowing look as they left, and Tosh just smiled mysteriously at them as they walked out of thedoor. I bet they jump on me for details the next time I visit.

Back on the main road, Tosh whistled again, Owen now having the foresight to cover his ears, and they were soon settled in the back seat. Owen's handrested comfortably on Tosh's thigh, but she calmly moved it back down when it tried to slide upwards under her skirt. Oh god, I hope he doesn't think I'm easy. Owen grinned. Thank god she's not easy, that would be a real let down.

The taxi pulled up outside Tosh's flat, and she kissed Owen squarely on thelips, beating him too it.

"Thank you for a lovely evening." Tosh whispered against his lips, and then she was gone, leaving only the faint smell of her perfume and the sensation of her soft kiss on Owen's lips.

Oh God, she doesn't know how sexy she is. But she didn't say anything about a second date… Damn, I'm gonna have to phone her… But what's the right amount of time to leave before you phone? Is it a day? Oh God, I can't remember. I don't want her to think that I'm not interested, because I couldn't be any more interested. What if she's not interested in me? Oh**. I'm rambling. This is not good.

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