Well, I wasn't going to update this soon because I haven't written anything for after this yet (I like being ahead!)

But I was talking to Beth Becker and she was complaining about being bored... and then said she'd been ill lately.

And what can I say? I'm a lovely person at heart.

So, here it is! Date Number Three!

The girls were on their second cups of tea before the boys entered. Connor attempted to copy Sam and throw himself on a sofa before realising Jess wasn't going to move.

"Please, Jess. My head is killing me!"

"That was the smallest EMD on the lowest setting Connor. You hit Sam with twice that!" Matt reprimanded him.

"You shot him?"

Matt and Becker exchanged a glance before Becker answered Abby.

"Misfire."

Abby glared momentarily before realising she was outnumbered. The two men let out a sigh of breath, glad they'd escaped murder and looked around for a place to sit, unaccustomed to change. Huffing, Abby sat next to Connor and turned her attention to Sam.

"So, we're all here. You know my questions."

"We went out."

"Nuuuh!" Abby's sarcastic noise, coupled with an eye roll, made the team think of Lester.

"We went…" she pulled a half smile that was laced with confusion. "We went…"

"Yes…?" Jess grinned at her inability to speak.

"Golfing."

Their expression changes synced perfectly.

"-Golfing?"

"-WHAT?"

"-He plays golf?"

"-What sort of third date is that?"

Sam started to laugh at their reactions but the action made her head pound and stomach turn. "He was even wearing golfing gear."

"WHAT?" Abby's face was a mixture of stunned surprise and amusement.

"You know, the checked shorts/ polo shirt combo!"

"You are kidding me!"

Sam grinned and shook her head. "He had the gloves too."

"Are you going to go out again?"

"What?"

"He plays golf. You can't seriously be thinking of dating him. Can you think about it for a second? His family is probably all country club sort! Good thing you haven't kissed! If you had his mother would be expecting marriage and three babies within four months!"

Sam looked shocked at Abby's assumptions.

"Firstly, that's physically impossible! And secondly, I shouldn't date him because of his hobbies? Connor made a prehistoric creature database and still has a crush on Buffy the Vampire Slayer and you're going to marry him!"

"Hey! I like that!"

Sam pulled a "durh, and?" face to show that Abby was being a hypocrite for judging how she should feel.

"You can't seriously like golf?"

"It was fun. Would have been more fun if I weren't wearing jeans, converses and a Mini Mouse top but it was still fun."

"You looked a bit out of place, eah?" Matt grinned.

"Only very! But how was I to know? He didn't tell me where we were going."

From the other sofa Jess gasped. "Did he do that thing that they always do in movies where the guy stands behind you with his arms around you and shows you how to play?"

Sam started to laugh. "Yeah."

"Cuuuute!"

Sam laughed a bit more.

"What?"

"I…" She glanced in Becker's direction before blushing and biting on the sides of one of her fingers. "I… I've played before."

Abby looked at her in stunned surprise. "You let him help you hit for how much of the course?"

The girl giggled again. "Pretty much all of it."

"You're better at this whole dating stuff than I thought!"

"Why are you always so surprised?"

"Let me get this straight." Becker leant on the island from Sam's normal position. "You pretended you didn't know how to play golf so that he'd help you?"

The colour in her cheeks deepened as she nodded. Becker's eyes narrowed dangerously and she was sure he was about to make her feel worse about the admission.

"Tell me…" She groaned inwardly. "Did you ask him for help throughout the date or did he just assume you couldn't play?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmm…" She scrunched her eyes shut.

"SAM! I don't believe you!" Abby looked as though she was still recovering from shock.

"No, don't judge me! He assumed at first. I just… took advantage of it."

"How can you say that so innocently?" Jess laughed as she spoke. "You are so wrong about her, Abby. I think she's more cunning than we give her credit for."

At the last hole on the course Hillary made Sam attempt a shot for herself.

"Oh please don't! I'm going to fail miserably!"

"You'll never know unless you try."

"But-"

"Just give it a shot. I can't help you forever."

"You could!"

"Except I'm not going to."

Sam pulled a face. "At least tell me which one of these things I should use." She waved an arm uselessly towards the golf clubs.

"This one." Hillary pulled a club out of his bag and handed it to her. Sam frowned.

"I thought you said I should use that stick- bat- club- thing for a shot like this." She pointed to a different one - one she knew was correct.

"I- I guess you could, yes." He looked surprised that she had remembered that much and even managed to correct him.

Sam took the club and approached the ball, she looked, swung and missed.

Hillary laughed.

"Try that again."

"But I'm useless!" She pulled at the sleeve of her top which kept falling off her shoulder.

"I wouldn't say that. Try again. This time focus, take your time."

Sam did as told. When the ball went flying she grinned; it landed mere feet from her target. Grinning smugly she leant on her club. Hillary walked towards her with an expression of surprise.

She shrugged. "Must be beginners luck."

Eee! Okay! We need date ideas :)

I hope you don't mind this date... I couldn't resist the idea of Becker in golf gear. And if you are a golfer and have any complaints- I've never played before so honestly don't have a clue! :D

Let me know what you think- plus the aforementioned date ideas! You should be able to tell by now that I'll write pretty much anything you throw my way :D

Thank you!