I'm really sorry that this took so long to write, guys. I needed to get into the right mood to write it. And I know it's not the greatest chapter and it's extemely short but it's going to have to do. Well, until the storyline picks up. Anyway, thanks for your support and like I said before, your reviews really do help. Keep on sending them in, 'cus they are love :)Well thankies, and I hope you enjoy. Next chapter should be up shortly. But I am truly sorry if it isn't, been suffering from writer's block recently :(

Annie was awoken by shuffling next to her. She opened her eyes to see Sam struggling to get the duvet off of himself. She had stayed virgil by his side all night, dropping off occaisionally when she could no longer keep her eyes open.

"Hey," she smiled, helping him to take the covers off.

"Oh, hi," he croaked, only just realising that Annie was beside him. "Have you been here all night?" he asked.

"Yeah, you gave us a scare yesterday. I wanted to make sure you were okay," she smiled.

"You didn't have to do that," he replied. But deep down, he was actually quite pleased she was there.

"I rang in and said you weren't going into work today," she said.

"What? Why?" he asked, sitting himself up straight.

"Well, I thought that you weren't going to be feeling well enough," she replied.

"I'm okay, really I am," he said, pulling himself out of bed.

"You sure?" Annie asked, helping him.

"Yeah. What good will staying in this flat do, anyway?" he asked.

"I suppose," she answered. Sam pulled his t-shirt over his head and changed his trousers. "Here you go," Annie said, holding out his jacket.

"Thanks," he said, slipping on his shoes and grabbing the jacket from Annie's hands.

"Why the rush?" she asked.

"I'm not rushing it's just I'm already late," he replied, heading out of the door.

"It doesn't matter, they aren't expecting you anyway," she said, following him. "And don't you want breakfast?"

"I don't do breakfast," he smiled.

"Why are you so eager to get to work?" she laughed.

"I don't want Gene cocking up this case," he said. "He's desperate to catch this killer but he's going to rush into it and mess something up. I know it."

"Just don't go working too hard today, take it easy. Okay?" she said.

"I promise," he answered, heading down the stairs.

"You still don't sound very well," she said, concerned. She started following him down the staircase. "Slow down a minute!"

Sam stopped at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Annie to catch up. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine!" he answered.

"I just don't want you fainting on us again, eh?" Annie smiled. She reached her arm out and placed her palm on Sam's forehead. "You've got a temperature," she sighed. Sam lifted his arm and placed Annie's hand in his, rubbing it gently.

"I'm okay," he reassured her. She started blushing.

"I just care about you, that's all," she smiled.

Sam took her hand in his. "I know you do."

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"Sir? I thought you weren't coming in today," Chris said, a completely baffled look on his face.

"Change of heart, Chris," Sam replied, making his way towards Gene's office. He knocked on the door, waiting for a reply.

"Who is it?" a grumpy voice called out.

"Sam," he answered. There was a pause and the sound of Gene's footsteps coming towards him.

"I thought you were staying home today?" he asked, opening the door. How many times was Sam going to have to hear that question today?

"I wanted to come in, Guv. Help you out,"

"What makes you think I need help from you?"

"Be like that then. Just don't come crying to me when you get stuck," Sam said, walking away.

"Fine then, come in if you want," Gene said, a pang of guilt hitting him. "Anyway, what was wrong with you last night?" he asked, sitting down behind his desk.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I just hope it doesn't happen again," Sam answered, sitting down in the chair opposite Gene. "Look," Sam said, trying to change the subject. "You know the last time this happened, did you get close to finding out who did this or not?"

Gene shook his head. "Nope. And the only thing he left behind was that damn playing card. He made sure he didn't leave any prints or clues. Bloody arsehole."

"And what if this was a copy-cat killing? Or it could even be a one-off. Something that he didn't finish last time," Sam suggested.

Gene shrugged, taking a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. "I dunno what to do, Sam. This bloke, who ever he is, he's damn good. And if he is a copy-cat, he's a bloody smart one. Too smart for us"

"Don't say that, we can get him," Sam coughed. "And put that bloody cigarette out!"

"Why?" Gene asked grumpily.

"It's a disgusting habit and it makes me feel ill," Sam replied, putting on a sarcastic smile.

"Bloody nancy," Gene said, taking a huge drag and blowing it all over Sam. There was a knock at the door. Gene grumbled again. "Come in!"

Phyllis appeared at the door. "Sir..." she started.

"Phyllis, unless it's something highly important that can't wait another second, you can go away," Gene moaned.

She sighed. "Another body has turned up."