This chapter contains one of my favourite lines/sayings. I'll let people figure out which one it is lol.

Chapter 10

My conversation with Effy finished with her telling me what to wear next Wednesday and me telling her where to go. I'd finally ended up with my wardrobe door open and describing to Eff what I had in there, once she'd calmed down and rung me back that is. She decided that I should wear a nice pair of jeans that apparently showed off my arse and legs and a v neck t-shirt to show off my other 'assets'. Christ knows. I'm not a fashion horse, but I trusted her. If it didn't work I'd shoot her and claim I had PMT. Yeah, that'd work.

I wandered back into the living room and picked up my mobile before heading back to my bedroom to go to bed. God I hated earlies. Loved the early finish, don't get me wrong, but having to go to bed AND get up early. Meh. Not a fan.

I'll admit it. I'm acting like a spoilt little shit. It's been a couple of hours and no text from Emily. I looked down at my phone just to confirm, and yup, lookie there. No new texts. Fuck it. I went to bed even crankier. Even watching The Bone Collector with Angelina Jolie, the future Mrs Campbell and the only woman I'd ever marry, was not enough to put me in a good mood. And damn it, she wears a police uniform in that film.

I should point out by the way that I know there could be a whole list of reasons for her not getting back to me. Dead battery, no signal, lost phone, lost charger, thermo global nuclear warfare. Jesus, I've washed more mobile phones than I care to remember. It was always a good job our police radios were waterproof. I guess I was letting the ghosts of ex's past get to me. Still, let's be honest here, stealing your dog and leaving for a man would make you a little insecure. Regardless of what I told Effy.

I sighed, turned off the lamp on my bedside table and did my impression of sleep for a while.

I think it's pretty safe to say that I had a fucking bitch of a day in work. And the longer it went on, the bitchier I got. Fuck me, how the hell did anyone do any work in this place? It was full of women all cycling and with PMT at the same time. I was a day late and a pound short for every fucking thing I did that day. I was starting to think that it was a bastard good job I didn't have my gun on me as the Gnome (Jimmy Wanker Cook's boss) was screaming at me for being 5 minutes late to pick some patient up for a scan or something. I decided to zone out by thinking calm thoughts of how to kill her. Didn't work. I tried thinking more pleasant thoughts about Emily. Ahhhh. There, that was better, even if she STILL hadn't sent me a text or called. I'd sent her a little text earlier. Nothing dramatic just a "Hey how you doing?" sort of thing.

Ending the day from hell, I threw a jumper on over my uniform shirt and signed out. Pete came into the office as I was leaving.

"Alright Naom's. You deffo coming to this shindig then next week? Got a little hottie from the wards set up for you I have." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but respond. He genuinely was a nice fella. I leaned against the door frame.

"Aye Pete, why not. I might not need help on the hottie front though." I smiled and he laughed.

"Yeah, well Barbara saw you ignoring that fucking witch the Gnome earlier. She said you looked soooooooo cute with a bored expression on your face" He adopted a high pitched voice to imitate a woman. "I swear something has crawled up that midgets arse and fucking died. Don't worry mate, we all have shit days in here and we've always got targets on our backs for the knobs in their ivory towers to chuck arrows at." He slapped my shoulder. "Go home, I'll see you tomorrow. We're on the same shift, so we'll have fun or die trying".

I smiled and headed out to my car.

"Master! I have mail for you!"

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was Tony. Huh. Well, I guess I DID have a job to do besides sulking.

"Hi Naoms, got the warrant for the wire and surveillance. I'm going to reset it up on his home asap, although nothing seems to go on there much. Talk to you later, and make sure you wear clean, matching underwear on your date".

Twat.

I pulled out of the car park and headed home, my stereo blaring out Lightning Dust. Fucking mint CD it is. Never fails to make me feel half human. I pulled into the dark and dank car park and stopped in my permitted space.

As I was getting out of the car I dropped my flat keys.

"FUCK IT!" I screamed out and kicked my car. As I bent down and grabbed my keys I heard footsteps approaching me from behind. I stood up and whirled around quickly, ready to front up to any prick who wanted to take me on, only to be met with deep brown eyes, red hair and a startled gasp. Emily. Fuck. Emily!

We stood and looked at each other for a few seconds that felt like hours.

She held her hand up in front of my face. It held a very very water damaged iPhone.

A-ha. You didn't need to be a genius or overly paranoid detective sergeant to figure out the communication problem.

"Hi Naoms." Oh god, that husky voice. "I'm not stalking you or anything, but my phones had a bit of an accident involving a glass of wine, and I was here after finishing my session with Jan for the day, and there you were as I was leaving. I thought I'd have to camp out here all night cause I don't know what you do or your hours"

It all came out of her mouth in a rush, and then she was really in my space. I had an up close and personal view of those eyes and that flawless skin.

"And you're right, Wednesday IS too far away"

She kissed me. Oh boy. Her lips were so soft and giving. She gently caressed my lips and sucked my bottom lip between her lips, nibbling on it with her teeth before continuing to kiss me senseless. I suddenly remembered that I was an active participant in this kissing stuff and put my arms around her, drawing her closer.

I found myself groaning as our kiss finished before chasing her lips and starting a new one. She had her arms around my neck, drawing my head down towards her. We fit together so well, it was just so right. So peaceful.

I found the kiss coming to a natural end. We ended up with our foreheads touching. I gently stroked her cheek and smiled before giving her peck on the lips.

"Thought you'd gone off me, paranoid idiot that I am". I gnawed at my bottom lip. A bad habit when I was nervous.

"Yeah well, that shows what you know yeah?" She smiled. Her hands were dancing a pattern across my shoulders as she talked. "I was actually going to ask you to go for a coffee if you were interested, but I think I got a bit ahead of myself."

I laughed. Bad mood and day? Ha. What bad mood and day?

"Tell you what then, I've got a nice coffee machine in my flat with nice big comfy couches we can sit on and talk. Can I interest you Ems?"

I offered her my arm in an old fashioned display of chivalry. She immediately linked my arm with hers and smiled.

"If you think I'm leaving you alone after that kiss, you've got another thing coming. Those lips should be classified". I could feel the tips of ears start burning, along with my cheeks. Ah fuck. I was blushing.

I locked my car and we walked to the lift. She was merciless in taking the piss out of my blush. As the lift doors closed, I attacked her lips with a passion.