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A bare-chested Jonesy strode into the station, a grin plastered across his face. He stopped in the doorway to the muster room, received by a roomful of perplexed and amused stares. He held up a finger, signalling for them to wait. As the door slammed behind him, he nodded.

"Watch out, guys." He warned gleefully as Susie stormed past him. She paused in the doorway, wearing Jonesy's oversized, muddy shirt.

"Don't!" She stopped Joss, his mouth already open to make some smart-arse comment. "Not a word from any of you." She stomped over to her desk, dumping her gunbelt down.

"What the hell happened to you two?" asked the Sarge in astonishment.

"I got shat on by a bloody goat." Susie fumed as she headed for the locker room. Jonesy coughed, then followed her, smiling sweetly to the others in the room. Joss stopped him as he passed.

"A goat, eh?" He raised an eyebrow sarcastically. "Is that what they call it nowadays?" He winked, and was promptly answered by a slap across the back of the head. Jonesy shook his head as he walked off, pushing the locker room door open.

Susie stood at her locker, rummaging through her bag for a clean shirt. Her anger was clearly evident on her face. Jonesy leant against his own locker, sniggering to himself. Susie shot him a look.

"Oh, come on Suse, lighten up. You have to see the humour in this." She ignored him, going back to her rummaging. Jonesy continued, "I mean, look at yourself." Susie stopped, and looked straight ahead, jaw clenched. A splutter burst from his mouth, shortly joined by one from Susie. She banged her head against the locker door, covering her face. She resigned; laughing, at last, at her own misfortune. She turned to Jonesy.

"That's a good look for you, you know." She nodded at him, looking him up and down. He puffed out his chest and planted his hands on his hips in a superhero pose. "Ooh, very sexy" she mused. He chuckled, dropping his stance.

"I could say the same to you. That shirt does good things for you." She rolled her eyes. Jonesy smirked. "Speaking of my shirt, I'll have it back now, thanks" He held out his hand for the shirt jokingly. She scoffed at his implied suggestion and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. He retracted his hand. "Or do you like wearing men's shirts?" He offered sarcastically.

"Not just any man's shirt."

"A man in uniform?"

"Or half a uniform." He paused, taken aback by her loaded response. He looked down at himself, as if he hadn't realised what she was saying. He pointed to himself. 'Me?' he mouthed. Susie shrugged, feigning indifference and turning back to her bag.

"If you want your shirt so badly, just come and get it." She stepped back, trying to initiate a chase jokingly. Jonesy peered at her fake-menacingly, taking a slow step towards her.

"What are you suggesting?" He took another step towards her. She took another back, and shrugged again. He shook his head disapprovingly. "Don't tempt me, woman." She flashed him a mischievous smile.

"Why not?" She finally stopped her retreat, back against the wall. Jonesy followed her, a glint in his eye. He looked down into her face and reached for a button on his/her shirt. He undid it, but painfully slowly, letting his fingers graze against her skin underneath. He reached for the next button and slipped it open in the same manner. As he went for the third, Susie grabbed his arm, stopping him. He pulled back; worried that she'd had a change of heart.

"You're tickling me." She leant in and whispered in his ear "Do it faster." Jonesy laughed, but complied, removing the next button sharply. He felt her hands creeping their way up his back, and couldn't prevent the twitch that forced its way down his spine.

He dealt with the rest if the buttons quickly, but slacked his pace once they were all undone. Slowly, he softly ran his hands up the bare skin of her sides to her shoulders. He leant in towards her face, teasing her before pulling back, and sliding his hands up onto her shoulders. He slipped the shirt off her back, letting it fall onto the floor at their feet.

One of Susie's hands was now snaking over Jonesy's stomach. She dragged the pads of her fingers over the firm skin as she made her way over his chest and around the back of his neck. There it rested. She had just started to pull down on his neck, directing him towards herself, when they heard someone just outside the door. Both froze, wide-eyed like an animal caught in a spotlight.

They jumped as the door clicked open, pushing away from each other and turning towards the intrusion. Kelly was standing in the doorway, leaning on the handle. Thankfully for the pair already in the room, she was facing towards the hallway, talking to the Sarge. She turned around as they breathed a sigh of relief. Susie grabbed the fresh shirt from her bag and hurriedly threw it on. Kelly turned to face them.

"Oh, sorry, Suse." She raised her hand in apology, thinking she had interrupted her getting changed. Jonesy corrected himself, turning away from Susie, as though to give her privacy whilst changing. Kelly continued, unfazed and unaware of what had been going on. "Um, Jonesy, the Boss wants to see you, " she adopted a sardonic look and made air quotes " 'quick smart' " She rolled her eyes and left the room, without a clue to what she had almost walked in on.

Both Susie and Jonesy let out a quiet sigh of relief, and a small laugh at Kelly's lack of realisation. Jonesy plucked a clean shirt from his locker and slipped his arms through the sleeves, buttoning it up as he went to meet with the boss.

He finished tucking in his shirt as he knocked on his office door. He swung it open and stepped inside, confident that he had all the answers for the questions he knew he was about to be asked.

"You wanted to see me, Boss?" He strode over to his desk, hands behind his back.

"Would you kindly tell me what all that fuss was about when you and Raynor came in?" The Boss looked down his nose at the man standing before him, waiting for a response. Jonesy nodded.

"Gladly" he replied, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he recounted the story to the Boss.

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