Disclaimer: Jo and Sam aren't mine. God this gets more and more depressing each time I have to say that.
Right, I think this chapter is going to annoy you lot, and I'm afraid I won't be updating until Wednesday, sorry, real life s getting in the way! So there's a bit of a cliffhanger really. Okay, now I've said that, please don't skip straight to the end to see what it is!
Chapter 19:
"Jo, Jo." The blonde shook the woman lying next to her.
The brunette reluctantly pulled herself out of the dream she was in. "Sam, baby, I love you, but I just came back off a night shift…" She reached for the clock, "One hour ago. I'm too tired. You've got the day off today, wait until I've woken up naturally, eh?"
Sam blushed slightly at what the brunette was suggesting, relieved that it was too dark for her fiancée to see the change in her skin colour. "No, Jo, I heard a noise downstairs."
"Sam, we live in a house with two other people, one of which is a toddler that gets restless, the other, a teenager that gets restless."
"Yeah, but, oh I dunno, it sounds stupid, but I recognise them when I hear them downstairs. I don't think it is them down there."
"You're right Sam, it does sound stupid. But if you're that worried I'll go down and have a look if you like."
"No, no, it's fine, you don't have to."
"Sam, you obviously want me to or you wouldn't have woken me up. Look I'll be back up in a sec, okay?"
Sam nodded her head, not expecting the brunette to be able to see this gesture in the dark, but she seemed to sense that the blonde had made some kind of movement indicating 'yes'.
Jo crept out of bed and went down the stairs, slightly annoyed at being woken up this early, but going to reassure her lover anyway.
Jo walked into the lounge and flicked on the light switch, after quickly checking the room visually and deciding there was no one there, she switched the light back off and headed towards the kitchen.
The brunette was glad that she was able to move freely now, it had been a week since she had stopped using the crutches, but her ankle had still not healed properly up until two days ago. She had told Sam it had though, she was getting too frustrated at having to use crutches all the time and knew Sam would insist on her using them if she knew it was still causing her pain.
The brunette walked into the kitchen and turned the light on, she was about to turn the light back off again and go back to bed when she noticed an empty whiskey glass on the table. She picked it up and went and washed it. She had used it to have a glass of whiskey before she went to bed after coming in from a stressful night shift, although she had been convinced she had washed it up. Lack of sleep must be catching up on her, the brunette thought to herself, before replacing the glass in the cupboard. She switched off the light and went into the hall, after stubbing her toe on the floor she decided to turn the light on to guide herself upstairs without causing herself to need crutches again. She went up two of the stairs before turning back around, "That's odd," she said to herself, seeing the chain wasn't on the door, she distinctly remembered putting it on when she came home before going up to join a sleeping Samantha in bed.
"That is odd, isn't it?"
Jo felt like she had literally jumped out of her skin on hearing a voice behind her. She turned quickly, although instantly relaxed to see the familiar face staring back at her.
Sam had been lying in bed for ten minutes waiting for Jo. She wasn't one too feel scared easily, but seemed much more on edge ever since the abduction.
She had found that for the past five minutes she had repeating to herself, "She's just coming back upstairs now." For a while she had been saying this phrase in her head, but had now moved onto whispering it to herself, becoming more and more nervous with every passing second.
The blonde could relax no more, reluctantly; she climbed out of bed, instantly regretting it when the cold air hit her warm skin. She climbed back under the covers, deciding to give Jo another couple of minutes.
After two more minutes had passed, Sam had taken it upon herself to count the seconds to give herself something to do other than worry, she got up. She decided to put on her silky dressing gown that, given it was about two inches longer than her short silk nightie, did nothing much to increase her body temperature. Wondering why she had even bothered to by the thing, she descended the stairs, no warmer than she was before she put it on.
The fact that there were no lights on worried Sam, although she reassured herself that Jo was always comfortable in the dark, so probably just hadn't bothered turning them on. The blonde went into the lounge and switched on the light, after quickly surveying the room and seeing no sign of Jo, the woman headed towards the sofa, lifting up the cushions and looking underneath them. When she realised what she was doing the blonde hit herself on the head, "Oh come on Sam, pull yourself together, you're looking for your fiancée, not a stray sock." The blonde said out loud to herself, finding her voice a comfort.
Sam then went out of the living room and into the kitchen. She flicked the light on as she went in, expecting to hear a moan any second for 'disturbing the dark' form her lover.
Instead of that the DI almost fainted when she saw no sign of Jo, and the back door swinging wide open.