Hi. I'm off on holiday for the next two weeks so may not be able to post during that time. It will however give me the perfect opportunity to finish this story and update regularly when i get back. Hope you enjoy

Steve was the first to wake in the late morning. During the night they had swapped positions and he was now spooning Kate. She was still out for the count which was a good thing as he was sure she would have something to say about their current sleeping position. Her T-shirt had ridden up to her waist and Steve was aware his hand was now on the soft skin of her abdomen keeping her body close to him.

Although unconscious when his hand had drifted there, his body had reacted to him being in close contact with a member of the opposite sex. As he became more awake, he realised that for the first time in a long time he had woken up with a morning erection which was both a good and bad thing. It was a massive relief for him as it had begun to cross his mind that he perhaps was impotent after being unable to get hard with Sam or even himself in the shower, following his unintended fall down the stairs. Whilst that appeared not to be the case this morning, the problem he now faced, was that it was resting up against Kate's very nice backside. He was so thankful she was wearing underwear. Kate moved a little in her sleep and rubbed against his member. He gritted his teeth so as not to moan in pleasure at her movement. He really didn't want to wake her in his current predicament.

Regretfully he rolled away from her and headed to the bathroom. He needed a cold shower before he could concentrate on other things. It was becoming obvious to Steve that he and Kate were long overdue a bit of a chat about their relationship. They were as close as two lovers but without the physical part of a relationship. Steve was very keen to rectify that, but only if Kate was in agreement. He desperately hoped that she felt the same way, if only he could find the courage to ask her and find out.

Getting out the shower, Kate was still fast asleep, so he headed to the kitchen and made himself breakfast. With that done, he called his friend, Jez at the drug squad to inform him of the spiking that had gone on at the club. Steve's friend was very interested in what had happened and soon an appointment with Chloe had been arranged for later that day. Steve intended to be present at the interview as well.

Checking his bedroom once more, Kate was still fast asleep. He wrote a little note for her to tell her where he was and left it on his pillow, hoping she would see it if she woke whilst he was out. Before he left he placed a fresh glass of water and some paracetamol for her on the bedside table.

His first stop was Kate's apartment to get her some clothes to wear when she finally joined the land of the living again. He felt a little like a voyeur going through her underwear but found some matching sets that he thought looked comfortable to wear with the lounge wear he had already packed. A quick visit to her bathroom to pick up her toothbrush and a few other wash things and he was done.

Then it was on to Chloe's before they headed in to the drug squad offices. In typical Chloe style, she had done some prep work and was very prepared for her interview.

"Is this the man that you saw last night?" Jez asked after Chloe had briefly summarised what had happened. He showed Chloe a photograph from CCTV images at a different club.

"Yes," said Chloe, immediately recognising him. She was surprised that they knew the culprit already. "He was talking to Kate and me, well mainly Kate, at the bar last night,".

"Go on,".

"Kate went to the bar and ordered us both some water whilst I went to the bathroom. When I made it to the bar, he was hitting on Kate,".

"Really?" Steve asked, suddenly feeling quite possessive. "She didn't fall for his act though?" he asked, not believing Kate would be so gullible.

"Don't worry. She didn't like him," Chloe explained, hoping to alleviate Steve's concern. "She tried to give him the brush off. She said she was taken. Had a partner," Chloe continued. "Called Steve," she couldn't resist adding.

Steve blushed and Jez gave him a knowing glance whilst trying to hide a smile. Steve often mentioned Kate to him and he knew they were close but always insisted they were "just friends". "Did you see him slip anything into her drink?".

"Sorry," Chloe apologised. "But it wasn't long after that that Kate felt unwell, and then I found them in the corridor together with him trying to undo Kate's jeans,".

"This man has obviously done this before if you know what he looks like," Steve asked his friend.

"He is a person of great interest to us. Many women have said they met him on the night that their drinks were spiked, we just don't have any concrete proof that he is the one drugging them. He's a clever bastard, that's for sure. This is the first time he's done something more than spiking and I'm worried he is starting to escalate his activities. I'm going to have to speak to Kate and see if she can add anything of use,".

"Maybe tomorrow," Steve said. "She was still asleep in bed when I left,". Steve's mate shot Chloe a look at the last remark, hinting that there had to be more going on between Steve and Kate that they would admit. Chloe mirrored his gesture. "You two have got dirty minds," Steve said, trying to hide his embarrassment. "The doctor last night said I had to keep an eye on her and that is what I was doing,".

"Sir, can I ask you something?" Chloe enquired as Steve was once more dropping her off at her flat. He nodded that she could. "Is there something going on between you and Kate? I won't blab. You're secret is safe with me,".

"There's nothing going on," Steve answered.

"But you want there to be?".

"Yeah. I think I do," Steve admitted.

"I think she does too," Chloe confided. "I know she was drugged, but all that stuff she was saying last night about being in love with you had to be true. You don't make things up when you're under the influence of drugs, you just let secrets slip. Even when she was sober, she was pretending that she was in a relationship with you to ward off other men. You're totally suited for each other, if you want my opinion,".

"Thanks, Chloe. Maybe once she gets over this we'll have a chat,".

"I think you should,".

"Will do. First things first though, she's got to actually wake up from whatever it is she was given," Steve joked.

Steve arrived home and the first thing he did was poke his bed in the bedroom. The water and paracetamol remained untouched, but Kate had at least changed positions since he had been gone so he knew she was still alive. He wouldn't wake her he decided as she had a lot of medication to sleep off.

Not wanting to disturb her, Steve decided it was the perfect afternoon to do nothing except watching the football. Even better, he had a couple of beers in the fridge and poured himself one before stretching himself out on the sofa to enjoy the game. He kept the volume lower than normal so he could listen out for his sleeping friend and also not disturb her slumber. Apart from the fact she had been drugged, Steve thought he could quite get used to relaxed weekends with Kate.

It was starting to get dark when Kate awoke. She had no idea where she was or how she had got there, but she knew it wasn't her bed she was in. There was something she couldn't quite put her finger on that was stopping her from panicking straight away. A quick check under the covers revealed she was in a T-shirt and she had her underwear on so she hadn't done something really stupid and had sex with the owner of the bed she was currently residing in.

Her head was absolutely pounding as she rolled over and it felt as if it had been stuffed with cotton wool. It was unlike any hangover she had had before. She saw a light by the side of the bed and turned it on, her eyes screwing up in protest as she did, but not before she happened to see a glass of water and some paracetamol waiting for her. She had at least gone home with someone very thoughtful. Once able, she manoeuvred herself so she was resting against the headboard and took some painkillers with a small gulp of water.

Looking around the room she tried to get some clues as to where she was. It was a man's room judging by the decor. Lots of waistcoats and suits hanging up in the fitted wardrobe that had one sliding door pulled back so she could see inside. That's when she realised what it was that was making her feel safe. She could smell Steve's cologne. She was fairly sure she was in his bedroom as there was only one person she knew who wore three piece suits to work. Looking to her right she saw a note on the pillow beside her. It was in Steve's familiar scrawl telling her he was popping out. Judging from the low murmur of the television she could hear next door, he was now back. Steve. AC-12. Night out. Things were slowly coming back to her. Might as well go and say hello she thought as she gingerly got out of bed.

Kate appeared in the living room during the half time analysis of the match. Her hair all messy and his T-shirt coming to her mid thigh with lots of shapely bare leg on display that Steve fought hard not to stare at. "Oh you're alive," he teased.

"Piss off," Kate muttered as she took a seat in his big arm chair, curling her legs under her. "I feel like absolute shit," she moaned. "Must have had more to drink than I thought, or I'm getting too old to drink,". Steve decided not to mention the spiking until she was in a slightly better mood.

Kate hadn't been vertical all that long before she realised her head much preferred being horizontal at the present time. She looked over at Steve who seemed so comfy lying there on the sofa. Carefully she got up and headed over to him. "Budge up," she ordered.

Steve knew it best not to argue when she was this grumpy. Not taking his eyes off the TV screen he made room for her on the couch. Kate flopped down and tucked herself into his side making her head comfortable on his chest before Steve's arm came round to hold her and keep her from falling on the floor. Knowing she was safe she was asleep in seconds. She stayed like that until the match was over.

"Steve?" He heard her ask as the commentator was making his way through all the results of the day.

"Yeah?".

"What am I doing at yours?" Kate enquired. She remembered it was a ladies night out she had been on, but not how she came to be with Steve.

"Chloe called," Steve said, turning off the TV and focusing on the woman by his side. He was going to have to tell her what had happened the previous evening.

"Sorry," Kate apologised. "I could have got home by myself,".

"I don't think so, mate," Steve informed her. "You were in a right state,".

"Really? I don't remember drinking that much,".

"Your drink was spiked,". Kate looked up at Steve, a look of disbelief on her face. "Honestly. You collapsed and had to go to hospital, which is when Chloe called me,".

"Yeah, right. Nice try Steve, but I don't think so," Kate argued. She would surely remember that.

Steve gently took her left arm and showed her the cotton wool ball and tape that covered the inside of her elbow. "Doctor had to take a blood test," he explained. Kate was silent as she tried to recall her night.

"I don't remember any of that," she said after a while, slightly anxious that she was drawing a complete blank. "Steve, why can't I remember that?".

"It's ok," Steve soothed, noting her panic. "You're going to be alright. It's a side effect of the drugs. You probably will never remember what happened last night, ".

"I wasn't ...y'know was I?" She asked, unable to say the word but being a police officer had heard lots of horrific stories about spiking victims.

"No," Steve informed her hesitantly, "but only because Chloe found you before the man responsible could," he continued.

"Fuck!" Kate said before trying to process everything Steve had just told her. She had nearly been a rape victim after her drink had been spiked. "Who would do such a thing?".

"We think it was a man you talked to at the bar as you were getting yourself and Chloe a drink," Steve answered. "Chloe's spoken to my mate Jez in the drug squad and he fits the description of someone they are wanting to talk to about multiple similar episodes," he continued. "They'd quite like to talk to you. Maybe tomorrow?".

"Ok," Kate agreed. Steve's words prompted a vague recollection of some guy talking to her as he had described, but she was struggling to recall much else about it. "Not sure I'm going to be much help," she admitted. "I feel so stupid,".

"Don't. It's Not your fault," Steve informed her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

"Did I do or say anything stupid whilst I was high?" Kate asked after a while and she saw Steve hesitate before flicking his eyes away from her before he answered in the negative. Kate knew he wasn't telling the truth. Shit! She thought to herself. What had she done? She was going to have to interrogate Chloe to get her answers.

"You up to eating anything?" Steve asked, changing topic.

"Something light. Not sure I can do a curry,".

"I've got some soup,".

"Yeah, sounds good,".

"How about a shower whilst I make it?".

"That a hint I smell?" she asked.

"No just thought it would help you feel better. I got some of your stuff in that gym bag over there," Steve revealed, pointing to the bag in question. Craning her neck, Kate saw the bag in question and suddenly a shower seemed quite appealing. It might help clear the fog in her head.

"Sounds good," Kate said as she attempted to get off the sofa elegantly which actually was quite difficult. With Steve's help she made it and had a look inside the bag. He couldn't have chosen better. All her favourite clothes were there. Her heart swelled as she saw her friend get off the sofa and stretch. He had been amazing in looking after her. She walked over to him and gave him an unexpected hug. "Thanks, mate," she said and Steve knew it wasn't just about the clothes.

"You're welcome," Steve said before he watched her make her way to the bathroom.