Disclaimer: again, I don't own Jo or Sam.

Especially for you JamJunkie123, as you asked so nicely

Chapter 3:

After Jo finished, Sam allowed the silence to remain for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath in, "Okay. Well I don't think you did any major damage, he probably just thinks your ballsier than he first anticipated. It'll be alright."

At that Jo found herself unwillingly bursting into tears.

Sam felt helpless watching Jo sobbing. She couldn't figure out why Jo was crying and didn't know how she could help. "Jo?" Sam said her name almost as a question.

Jo looked up at her. She bit her lip in an attempt to control the flow of tears. "Sorry."

"Hey Jo, you have nothing to apologise for, okay? Well sort this out, okay?"

Jo nodded her head in reply.

"There, see, it'll be alright." Sam paused; she took Jo's hand in her own.

Jo snatched her hand away. "Sam, don't."

"Why not?" Sam asked, tenderly taking Jo's hand again.

Jo snatched her hand back for the third time that day. "Sam, I said don't." And with that the brunette jumped out of the parked car. Sam followed suit and jumped out after her.

"Jo, wait, what's wrong?"

"Sam, you know exactly what's wrong. I made my feelings clear earlier, I know you understood. I can't cope with being this close to you, not anymore. I've tried ignoring them and they haven't gone away, they've just got stronger. I can't deal with it anymore." Jo turned and ran towards an alley she had noticed earlier.

"Shit." Sam whispered whilst she fumbled with the car key. After locking the car she ran after the DC. "Jo. Jo." She yelled down the alley the brunette had disappeared down.

Jo felt like she was in a slow-motion film, she felt her ankle collapse below her before falling to the ground herself.

Sam turned the corner in the alley but found she still couldn't see Jo. She suddenly felt something at her feet and heard a muffled scream before tripping over. She looked down to see a body underneath her, "Jo," she was relieved to see the brunette.

"Sam." Jo was unsure of how she felt. She realised Sam had chased her, but why?

"Jo, what the hell are you doing on the floor?"

"I think I sprained my ankle, I just fell."

"Are you alright?"

"Well I might be if you weren't lying on top of me."

"Oh, sorry." Sam quickly picked herself up and sat next to Jo. "Which ankle is it?"

"I'm fine Sam, you can go, I can take care of myself."

"Well maybe I want to take care of you, now which ankle?"

"Sam I told you I can't cope with being near you. Just go, I'll be fine."

"Jo I'm not going anywhere, now which ankle?"

Jo found she had no choice but to give in to her DI. "Right."

Sam smiled at her. She carefully pushed up Jo's trouser leg. "Nice boots. I wouldn't advise running in three-inch stilettos again though."

"I'll bear that in mind." Jo said with a hint of aggression in her voice.

Sam undid the zip of Jo's right boot and gently pulled it off, making sure she kept hold of her ankle all the time. "Where does it hurt?" she asked while carefully removing the sock still remaining on Jo's injured foot.

"Just below the ankle bone on the outside."

"There?" Sam asked, while tenderly touching the area Jo had described.

Jo took a short, sharp breath in as Sam's fingers came into contact with the painful skin. "Yeah."

"Sorry, did that hurt?"

"It's okay, I can take it."

Sam smiled; she re-positioned herself until she was opposite the brunette, careful not to move Jo's ankle in the process. Sam slowly lifted Jo's ankle until it was high enough for Sam to slip forwards slightly and allow it to rest on the blonde's shoulder.

"Sam what are you…"

The brunette was cut off when her DI placed a finger on her lips. Jo shivered at the contact between the two of them. Sam then turned her head to the foot on her shoulder and gently kissed the tender area.

"Sam you are not my mother, you are my DI and you're not paid to kiss it better." She tried to keep her voice to remain impartial, unsure of Sam's feelings towards her.

"Oh but I want to kiss it better." Sam replied flirtatiously.

Now perfectly aware of Sam's intentions Jo countered her with, "Y'know, I think I hurt my lips when I fell."

"Oh really? Well how did you manage that?"

"I dunno. They just suddenly started aching."

"Well come here, why don't I see if I can't make it better?"

Jo grinned as Sam placed her foot on the floor and knelled, leaning over her. Sam moved her head down towards the brunette below her, and carefully allowed their lips to meet. Her heart skipped a beat as an overwhelming feeling rushed over her. She felt like Jo had brought her back to like, and she wanted to carry on living.

As their lips connected, Jo felt hers melt into Sam's, she finally realised what it felt like to love, and she was never gonna let go of that feeling.