A/N: Seriously, thank you all so, SO much for the lovely reviews and comments. It sounds sad, but they really do mean a lot! So thanks for all of those. Now I feel I should apologise because this is a bit of an awful chapter if I'm honest, but nothing seemed to want to flow, so this was the best of a bad situation really. I hope it's kind of okay :) And as always, read, review and enjoy :) x

"Neil? It's Stevie. We're in."

"Yeah, we saw." Neil reminded Stevie, "The cameras don't pick up much sound, particularly not from the doorstep, but we get the idea. Who was at the door."

"Max somebody," Stevie replied, keeping one eye on the window as she spoke on the phone. "He didn't say his last name, just called himself Max.

"Yep, don't worry, we've got him on file back here. He's not that important in the large scale of things, your typical runner. The big guns send him running when they want things doing."

"And what, Smithy's replacing him or what?"

"No, I think they must have something bigger for Smithy, or else he wouldn't have been let in this easy."

"Unless they already know he's a copper?"

"Nah, they wouldn't risk coming to the house if they knew. They've got his number so could have rang him to get him out. No, they need him for something and as long as he's got that hold over them, for now you're both fine."

"Fine?" Stevie laughed, "Not my definition of fine."

"How are you doing?" Neil asked, his concern evident even across the phone line. Stevie wanted to say she was doing well, but it wasn't being undercover that was the problem; it was Smithy and his somewhat forward behaviour. "Stevie? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Stevie replied, refocusing her thoughts, "I'm good. It's just going to take a while to get used to."

"Well at least you've got Smithy."

"Meaning?"

"That you'll have someone to talk to when you can't get in contact with us. Why, what did you think I meant?"

"Oh nothing, nothing." Stevie felt herself blushing as she shook her head.

"Right well, Jo's got an interview about to finish, so I'd best go. Keep us updated."

"Will do. Bye."

Stevie ended the call and lay on the sofa, switching the TV as background noise to block her thoughts. It did little good however, as all Stevie could think about was where Max had taken Smithy and more significantly, what they were making him do. Before she realised, Stevie had fallen back to sleep, phone clutched tightly in her hand. She only awoke half an hour later when the front door opened and voices woke her from her sleep.

"Alright, 9 tonight. Don't be late. And bring the bird if you want, we could do we some light-hearted entertainment, if you get my drift Smithy boy!"

Faking a laugh, Smithy closed the door with a bang and Stevie found herself completely awake and staring at Smithy.

"Nice nap?" Smithy teased, running up the stairs, two at a time. Stevie followed slower, wondering whether now was the right time to broach the subject of where exactly the two of them stood. "Listen, they want us out tonight, at the pub a couple of streets away. We meet there, have a few drinks and then we head to the stations."

"Drug deal?"

"You can bet your bottom dollar on it. They want you there too."

"Why? Don't I cramp their style?" Stevie arched an eyebrow, remembering the delightful Max from earlier.

"Well they want you there tonight, they're all for a hot new bird."

"A 'hot new bird', Smithy? Such tasteful words you speak." Stevie mocked, narrowing her eyes as Smithy grinned.

"Well let's be honest, those other girls aren't a patch on you." Smithy confessed, whipping his shirt off to hide his blush. Struggling to avert her eyes as Smithy got changed, Stevie busied herself with finding an outfit for their outing to the pub later on. "Have you spoken to Neil yet?"

"Yeah, we spoke on the phone. They're up to date pretty much anyway, the cameras catch it all."

"Oh yeah," It suddenly dawned on Smithy that the cameras were installed in the house. "So I'm guessing they would have seen this morning's .. actions?"

Stevie merely smirked a knowing smile as Smithy pulled a fresh t shirt over his head. "In detail, I presume. There are cameras in the porch after all."

"You are messing with my head. Again." Smithy inhaled, placing his hands on Stevie's shoulders, directing his eyes straight at hers. "What is this, Stevie?"

"What is what?" Stevie asked, feigning total innocence. It wasn't hard; she really didn't have much of a clue what Smithy was implying. It was, after all, Smithy who had initiated both of their encounters.

"The game last night, for one."

"That was for work purposes," Stevie protested, "Think how much we learnt without it being a chore."

"And then the kisses-"

"Which you started," Stevie cut in, hands on her hips as she felt Smithy's body invading her space.

"I didn't exactly see you struggling," Smithy grinned, inching his face closer to Stevie's, so close in fact that he could smell the faint traces of coffee emit from her tongue. It drew him in further and further into being and he had to stop himself from ignoring the conversation they were having and taking his mouth on to hers. Instead, he released her shoulders and left he bedroom, heading to the front door. "You've got five minutes, sweet cheeks and then we're going."

"Sweet cheeks?" Stevie muttered under her breath, frowning with distaste at Smithy's new found fondness. Wondering where their conversation had exactly left them, Stevie quickly chose an outfit and rushed down to meet Smithy, chuckling to herself at Smithy's reaction to her outfit. "You'll catch flies," Stevie smirked as she placed a hand under Smithy's chin and closed his mouth, closing the door behind them. Walking side by side, they began their way to the pub.