Ok, so will admit a few things.

I'm so out of the game its ridiculous, don't think I've posted for like 3 maybe 4 years

I LOVE the chemistry going on between Guy and Connie in Casualty at the moment

I'm taking some creative license with the spoilers I've seen and my own imagination (such as adding in a cheeky thigh graze that would have been oh so perfect at the end of Saturday's episode)

Fic title comes from Savage Garden's 'I Want You' which is one of my favourites, although as the story develops I might change the title.

'Thought you weren't going to make it,' said Guy, raising an eyebrow and giving her a small smile as she slid into the cab.

'So did I,' she replied woefully with her hand supporting her tired head. 'Really, Zoe is, urgh, that department is so disorganised'

Placing a deliberate hand gently on her shoulder, he said, 'You look like someone who could do with a drink.'

Her hand still holding her head up, she looked up, slowly smiled and replied, 'And you look like someone who's buying'.

He chuckled as she rolled her eyes at him, withdrawing his hand from her shoulder and sliding it down to graze her thigh as she shook her head and the cab pulled away.

'Your head shake tells me you're resisting,' he pointed out as he moved his hand in response to her reaction.

'Not at all, I've just had a long day,' she responded. 'I don't know how much longer I can endure the ED for. It's chaos, carnage, practically Armageddon.'

'Come on,' he replied gently, his hand reassuringly patting her shoulder once more. 'No more shop talk this evening, you can't take all of this rubbish home with you. And I bet you've been so snowed under you've barely eaten today.'

'Of course not,' she scoffed, raising her head to look at him as he questioningly looked at her. 'Ok maybe I skipped lunch.'

'Exactly as I thought, how about I buy you dinner?' he suggested. 'Completely innocent of course, I can't have my star consultant becoming ill because of a lack of adequate nutrition.'

'Is that what they call it these days?' she said with a slight laugh. 'I guess I'll give in, the nanny isn't due to leave for another couple of hours so I suppose there's room in my busy evening for you.'

'I'm glad to hear it,' he replied, sliding open the glass divider between him and the driver and giving directions to La Trappiste, a new Italian restaurant that had opened in town.

'You've sussed me already,' remarked Connie with a wry smile. 'Italian food is my weakness.'

'Who doesn't love Italian?' he replied with a grin.

The rest of the journey passed in a comfortable silence, the gentle echoes of the radio infiltrating the back of the cab.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the restaurant, with Guy paying the driver and racing to the other side of the cab to let Connie out of the car in true gentlemanly style.

'I could get used to this,' she said as she linked her arm through his, allowing him to escort her through the door.

'Guy, my friend!' exclaimed the maitre'd. 'Papa has been trying to get you down here for months. What is the occasion?'

'Gino,' he replied, shaking the man's hand with enthusiasm. 'This is Connie Beauchamp, a new consultant in our Emergency Department, under such an incredulous amount of stress I just had to bring her here to sample some of your father's fabulous cooking. It can revive even the most hopeless of cases.'

'He will be so glad that you've finally come,' exclaimed Gino. 'You know he will not let you pay a penny? You saved his life, he vowed you would always eat for free here. I'll get you a table,' he said as a bemused Connie looked on.

'Bringing me to a restaurant you knew you'd get free food at?' she asked with a raised eyebrow. 'You sure know how to make a girl feel special.'

'Oh trust me,' replied Guy suavely as they were shown to their table. 'I will make this evening memorable. Plus, Gino is a terrific cook and a good hearty meal is what you need. I bet you're the nouvelle cuisine type, all those tiny portions and pretentious plating.'

'Oh you have so much to learn,' she replied as she sat down and Gino left them.

'Enlighten me,' he said with an elaborate arm gesture.

'Only once I've ordered,' she said dismissively, examining the menu with avid concentration. 'I'm well and truly famished. What would you recommend, Mr 'I'm on good terms with the owner'?'

'Alfredo's lobster and crab tortelli is exquisite,' he remarked. 'He made it when he invited me and my late wife to dinner, it was a real crowd pleaser.'

'Then how can I resist?' she replied with a smile. 'A nice and light white wine to accompany it then, perhaps a nice Californian Chardonnay?'

'Couldn't agree more,' he replied as he caught Gino's attention and placed their orders. As the waiter turned his back, Guy couldn't resist saying, 'So what do I need to learn about the famous Connie Beauchamp?'

'Where to begin?' she pondered out loud. 'I'm a working class girl working way above her station and apart from expensive wine, I'm rather easy to please. I've always loved fish and chips by the seaside or a decent takeaway over posh and pretentious food. Although I will admit that the occasional posh indulgence never hurt anyone.'

'Touche,' he replied as the wine was poured. 'Well, may I propose a toast? To defying expectations.'

'To defying expectations,' she repeated as their glasses clinked.

Feeling particularly sultry this evening, she slowly lifted her Christian Louboutin adorned foot, gently sliding it up his calf and leaving it to rest on the floor once more as Guy practically choked on his wine.

'Resistance is futile,' she spoke softly.

'That it is indeed,' he responded quietly, desperately trying to think about everything grotesque in the world to take his mind off the fine species of the female form before him.

Dinner for Guy appeared to pass in a blur and before he knew it he was courteously arguing with Gino and Alfredo about the bill.

As they waited for a cab arm in arm, Guy couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of anticipation. He was so rusty at this he didn't know where to begin.

'Terribly forward of me I know, I would ask your place or mine but I have a nanny wanting to go home and an 8 year old who wants tucking in,' she said brusquely with a twinkle in her eye.

'By all means, I like it when a woman takes control,' he replied as he saw the cab.

This was going to be a long night, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.