Chapter 3

As Phil's taxi pulled away, everyone looked at each other confused. They thought for sure that they would at least leave together. Jo was the most confused and she didn't know what to make of this latest developed. Stuart however, was looking as smug as ever.

"Ehh, what just happened? I thought for sure they would leave together, even if they did use the excuse that it was easiest to share a taxi?" Neil asked.

"Yeh, I agree Gov." Terry replied

"I'm stumped...Sam and I need to have a serious chat tomorrow or maybe I'll call round on my way home...I can say that I lost my keys and see if I can crash at her place. That way I can try and get some gossip from her.!" Jo said.

"Okay Jo, but you have to tell us everything tomorrow morning, clear?" Neil asked in his Gov'ner voice.

"Clear Gov" Jo saluted and giggled at the incredulous look on his face.

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Sam arrived home, and rushed inside to prepare for Phil's arrival. She went into the kitchen and got a bottle of white wine out of the fridge, opened it and left it to mature on the table. She then proceeded up the stairs to change and make sure her bedroom was tidy. (Even though it always was)

Once she had quickly tided away the few clothes that she had chucked about the room while packing for Romania. She smiled when she remember the night before but frowned at the circumstances. She changed out of her heels, trousers and strappy top, preferring her pyjama bottoms and a single strap matching top. She flicked on the switch for the central heating as she realised it was quite chilly and moved downstairs to wait on Phil.

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Phil, meanwhile, was picking out his suit for the next day and making sure he had everything he needed. He didn't want to be running out, first thing in the morning and leaving Sam behind. He did wonder however, whether or not they would travel to work together...he doubted it though! It would kind of give away the point of keeping it quiet.

Once he knew he had everything, he called a cab and headed to Sam's, smiling at the thought of a possible repeat of the night before.

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Sam jumped as she heard a car door slam shut outside as she was lost in her thoughts of the last couple of days. She looked outside and noticed it was Phil arriving in his taxi so she went and opened the door.

When Phil looked up and saw her waiting he flashed her his 100 watt smile that made her heart melt. In turn she gave him the smile that made him fall for her.



"Well... hello Gorgeous! And who might you be waiting on at this time of night?" Phil smirked.

Sam giggled and while putting her arms around his neck said, "Emm, would you believe this handsome Detective Sergeant?"

"Oh...Do I know 'em?" Phil laughed!

"Yeh I think you do...he's tall-ish, dark haired, funny, handsome and all mine!" Sam replied while leaning in. Phil closed the rest of the distance between them and kissed her passionately. They only pulled apart when air became necessary.

"I think we better move this inside, don't you?" Phil asked

Sam didn't reply, just grabbed his hand and led him through the door.

"Where can I leave my things?" Phil asked

"Upstairs in my bedroom if you like" Sam replied. As Phil had previously been in Sam's house he knew where her bedroom was.

While Phil was upstairs, Sam retrieved the bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen and proceeded to the living room where she curled up on the sofa waiting for Phil to come back down.

Phil arrived shortly after her in the track bottoms he used for sleeping as well as his wife beater shirt. He smiled upon seeing Sam curled up with a glass of wine. Sam looked up as he entered and smiled back at his wardrobe choice. The wife beater shirt really defined his muscles and six pack.

Sam patted the seat next to her and indicted for Phil to sit down. As he did, he reached for his wine glass and proposed a toast.

"To you...thank you for giving me a chance Sam I really appreciate it."

"Phil, you don't need to thank me. I'm glad I'm giving you a chance. If anything, I should be thanking you. Not only did you practically save my life in Romania, you were there for me. You give me strength when I needed it the most...and before you say anything else, you didn't take advantage of me." Sam smiled at the end part.

"Well then," Phil replied, "To us..."

"To us..." Sam repeated as they clinked glasses.

They smiled and the look that passed between them showed the love (although it was too early for declarations of the heart just yet!)

As they smiled at each other, Phil leaned in and kissed Sam. He pulled back before it could get too passionate. He wanted, no needed to be sure that this was what Sam wanted.



Sam could see the question in his eyes, and to reassure him, she leaned up and kissed him again, although it was a bit more passionate than the first. Again Phil pulled back but this time it was set his glass down. He also took Sam's of her. When both glasses were safely on the coffee table, he leaned in again and this time the kiss was one the most passionate one's they had shared so far.

Phil put one hand behind Sam's neck and the other under her leg. He started running his hand along her thigh, and eventually he lifted her up and lay her back on the sofa. With Phil on top of her, Sam moved her hands from where they had been running through his hair down to the hem of his shirt. She began tugging and running her hands up underneath it. When she did this, Phil moaned softly. Eventually he helped her remove the shirt and it was discarded somewhere on the floor. He moved back in to kiss her again, when she pulled away.

"Let's go somewhere a bit more private" Sam replied to his questioning look. He smiled and laughed at the mischievous yet innocent look on her face.

"Lead the way...milady" he laughed.

They left the living room laughing and giggling. When they got out into the hall, Phil grabbed Sam and pushed her up against the wall and began devouring her mouth and neck. Sam ran her hands through his hair and moaned softly when he began sucking on a rather sensitive part of her neck. Sam jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. They were making their way up the stairs when a sharp knocking came at the door. They both groaned at the intrusion and Phil let Sam down.

"Should I get it?" Sam asked him

"Yeah it could be important if their calling this late but I'll get it. I don't want you answering it this late. It could be anyone..." He was about to continue when he was cut off by the door knocking again, and a familiar voice calling 'Sam'.

"It's Jo!" Sam exclaimed/whispered.