Saying I Love You
Chapter 7: More Than Friends
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Just as she hoped that there was light at the end of the tunnel and she could go home from the day, DCI Jack Meadows handed another case off to Samantha Nixon. It was a case that she hadn't been involved with from beginning so she quickly flipped through the file Jack had given her. It seemed a straightforward enough case and the prime suspect was downstairs waiting for an interview. Jack had told Sam to take another detective with her to aid with the interview, preferably one who had been part of the case from the beginning. As fate would have it the only detective who wasn't busy and had been involved with the case when it had first come into the station was Phil Hunter.
"Typical." Sam muttered to herself as she headed towards Phil's desk.
He looked up in surprise when he saw the blonde approach and felt a pang of guilt. He couldn't believe he had let her go, at the time it had seemed like he was doing the right thing but now he wondered why he had sacrificed his only chance of being more than friends with Sam.
"Can I ask you a favour?" She began, feeling nervous as his eyes tentatively met with hers. There was still so much unresolved chemistry between them and it made her heartache knowing what she had had and what she had lost.
"Sure," Phil replied, his mind reeling with the possibilities of what she might want from him.
"It's this Freeman case, the DCI just handed it off to me but I wasn't involved from the beginning so I've only just skim read the notes. Now he wants me to interview the suspect and he asked me to find someone else to interview him with me. Zain and Terry worked the case originally and they're out on other cases, you're the only other person I can find who was involved first time round." Sam spouted, barely pausing for breath.
"I'll do it, Sam." He replied gently. "All you had to do was ask."
"Are you looking forward to this undercover op?" Zain asked Suzie as they left the building together. The DCI had let them go home to shower and change before they started work.
Suzie nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah definitely. I'm really pleased that the DCI chose us to work this." She admitted.
Zain smiled. "Me too. We make a good team." He said.
Suzie blushed a little. "Yeah," She agreed. "We do."
"I guess I'll see you later then." Zain said when they reached Suzie's car.
"See you later." Suzie replied. "Partner."
Zain watched Suzie leave as he unlocked his car, he had a good feeling about his undercover operation and really was glad that he and Suzie were working together on it.
"How are you feeling?" Elle asked as she did the rounds on Smithy's ward early that afternoon.
"Better now." Smithy replied, his green eyes meeting Elle's. He smiled as she saw her blush and look away. He knew he probably shouldn't be flirting with her, or enjoying it, but it made being here all the more bearable.
Elle moved to the end of his bed and flipped through his chart again to check the dosage of medication he was receiving. Her intelligent grey eyes moved quickly over the information before she looked up at Smithy again.
"That blonde girl, the one who came to visit you last night, is she your girlfriend?" Elle asked, trying to be casual.
Dale shook his head; it was painful to do in more ways that one.
"Just a friend; we work together." He told her.
Elle nodded, trying not to look like this pleased her.
"Feel better soon, Dale." She said. Slotting the chart back into the end of the bed and moving onto her next patient. Smithy couldn't have but feel his eyes irresistibly following her every movement.
The interview was going round in circles and Sam's headache was only getting worse. A knock on the door provided a welcome break for her and Phil.
"Interview suspended at 16:07." Sam said, looking at her watch and stopping the cassette recorder.
She and Phil stood up from behind the table and headed out into the corridor. They came face to face with a newbie PC who neither of them knew by name.
"Yes?" Sam asked, a little sharply.
"DS Nixon? It's about your car." The PC said nervously.
Sam tapped her foot impatiently. "Yes?" She repeated.
The PC swallowed nervously and Phil felt sorry for her.
"It was found burnt out at the side of the road, just outside of Canley." The PC explained.
Sam didn't respond immediately, it was Phil who spoke first.
"It was taken from the station car park?" He asked the PC incredulously.
Sam interrupted before the PC could speak. "I was late this morning." She looked pointedly at Phil. "So I parked a couple of streets away because the car park was full."
"Oh okay." Phil replied, feeling guilty.
"Thank you for telling me, PC…?" Sam began, trying to keep her composure in front of the newbie.
"Scott." The PC replied. "Jennifer Scott."
Sam let the PC go and leaned against the cool wall; everything was going from bad to worse for her today.
"Are you okay?" Phil asked, knowing it was a pointless question.
Sam sighed. "I'm just perfect." She replied sarcastically before heading back into the interview with Phil hot on her heels.
"Are we okay?" Kerry asked when she returned from her shift to find Cameron cooking in the kitchen.
He stopped stirring the contents of the saucepan and pecked her cheek.
"I think so." He said, not making eye contact. "It would take him a while to get over Kerry's affair but he did know that she loved him and he was holding onto that.
"I'm going to go and shower. I'll see you in a few minutes."
Cameron nodded as Kerry headed for the bathroom.
Under the hot spray of the shower Kerry rubbed lavender scented gel over her tired skin and washed her hair in the citrus shampoo that she knew Cameron loved. Once she had showered and dried herself off she dressed in tight black jeans and a low cut purple top.
"Dinner is ready!" Cameron called from the kitchen and Kerry came to meet him.
"You look good." He smiled appreciatively almost forgetting everything that had happened between them recently.
"Thanks." She said, leaning up to kiss him softly. "Dinner really smells great!"
They ate in silence, only occasionally talking about their shifts at work. Conversation was never this difficult between them. As they took their dirty plates out into the kitchen, Kerry decided on her next move.
"These can wait, can't they?" She asked, her voice a tone lower than usual as she leaned in close to Cameron. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips caressing his gently. She waited a heart stopping moment for him to kiss her back, as she felt his arms slide around her slender waist she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. She pushed him back against the kitchen cabinet, deepening the kiss at the same time. Without thinking straight, Cameron began to lead her towards the bedroom until it all came flooding back to him. He pulled away from her abruptly.
"I'm sorry Kerry, I can't do this. It's too much."
