A/N: Wow! I am amazed at how many of you that have taken your time to review! Thank you so much!

As you probably will understand reading this chapter, this is part of where I got my title from =P

I'm still not giving you the solution to "the kid situation", but please don't be mad at me. You'll get to know tomorrow!

All of your speculations have kind of made me want to change the whole story, but I think I will stick with what I've got =P

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CHAPTER 3

She unlaced her shoes and started to take them off when the smell hit her. She couldn't go in there and meet his kid this way, all smelly and disgusting, but she couldn't just run out of there now either. Sam was expecting her to come inside. He was probably telling Jake and his mom about it as she stood there. She realized that she must have been standing there a long time when Sam's head popped around the corner.

"Are you coming?" He asked smiling.

"I'm all smelly," She frowned. "and my clothes are wet." She said pulling the back of her shirt out to make it not stick to her back.

"Right then. Uhm." He looked like he was considering something. "Why don't you go into the bathroom?" He pointed in the opposite direction of the living room. "I'll find some sweats for you, and you can take a shower and change." He seemed really happy with his solution.

"I should really just go back home." She said hesitantly.

"How?" He asked crossing his arms. "Are you going to run back? You'll get sick."

"Uhm." She didn't know what to say. Her legs were getting cold and stiff and the thought of spending over an hour outside running did not tempt her very much.

"If you go take a shower and borrow some of my sweats I'll drive you home later. They're leaving in a couple of hours." He said indicating the guests in his living room with his head.

She considered it, and it sounded a whole lot more tempting than running home. She sighed to tell him that she'd rather just head home straight away, but was willing to stay, and said "Okay."

"Good." He was smiling again. Why was he smiling so much? It was weird, but then again they didn't spend too much time together when they weren't on the job, and the uniform tended to make people serious. "I'll go find you something to wear." He said pointing in the direction of his living room, and as she knew all too well, his bedroom. "Bathroom is over there." He said pointing in the opposite direction once again.

She nodded to show that she understood and he headed off. She stepped out of her shoes and tip-toed towards his bathroom. Once inside she sat down on the toilet to wait for him to come with the clothing.

Shortly thereafter there was a short, soft knock on the door. She opened it and he handed her a navy blue hoodie with the police academy emblem on it, and a pair of grey sweat pants. "Towels are over there." He pointed to the cupboards under the sink.

"Thanks." She said softly.

"Okay," He said with a nod. "I'll leave you to it I guess." He walked back towards the living room and she closed the door.

Her clothes were sticking to all parts of her and it was difficult to get out of them, but they were soon lying in a pile on the floor and she was starting to relax as the hot water pounded her body. Suddenly remembering that she wasn't in her own house she quickly finished the shower and walked over to the cupboards to find a towel. They were all white, and folded nicely. She grabbed one off the top of the pile, dried herself off and put her hair in a ponytail before pulling her still sweat-soaked underwear on to wear underneath Sam's sweats. No way was she going to be naked in his clothes!

Inspired by his neatly stacked towels she folded her own sweats and placed them next to the sink. She made a mental note to ask him for something to put them in.

She was going to hang her towel on the towel rod that was sitting beside the shower, but on her way she stepped on the trail of water that she had left in her search for said towel and slipped. Her left leg went forwards while her right stayed put and she was on her way into the splits. She yelped but managed to put her hands on the floor to stop herself going all the way down.

She let out the breath she had been holding in relief as she scrambled to her feet. Not wanting to go through that again she wiped up the water with her towel. When she was confident that it was dry, she tested it with her foot before walking over to the towel rod and hanging it up. She then heard a small knock on the door.

-I must have yelped louder than I thought. She thought as she walked over and opened it.

Sam was standing there with a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay? We heard screaming."

"I just slipped. It's all good." She said with a small smile.

At her answer, his face relaxed and he smiled. "Did you have a good shower?"

"I could have stayed there forever." She said as she exited the bathroom.

"It would be kind of difficult for me in the morning if you did." He said jokingly.

She could feel her cheeks warm up, something she hadn't expected, and she was at a loss for words.

"So are you ready?" Sam asked as he walked to stand in front of her in the hallway.

"Depends on what it is you're throwing me into." She said wearily as she once again remembered that Sam's son and the boy's mother were sitting in the living room.

"I'm sure you'll like each other." He said before turning his back on her and walking away from her and into the living room for the third time.

-Did Sam just wink at me? She thought. There was definitely movement in one of his eyes. –Nah, he just blinked. She assured herself and followed him.

Her heart beat faster and faster the closer she came to the room containung his guests, and she was afraid that it would soon be lying on the floor if she didn't manage to calm her nerves.

"McNally?" Sam's voice came from somewhere to the left of the corner she was hiding behind.

"Yeah," She said, hoping her weariness wasn't evident in her voice. "I'm coming." She said before taking a deep breath in a poor effort to relax and taking the last couple of steps to get into the living room.