Disclaimer: Jo and Sam are not mine :( Just a happy little chapter for you, I hate being too mean to them both!
Chapter 41:
Jo walked into the bedroom to find Sam looking hypercritically in the mirror. "Hey honey." The brunette said while standing behind the blonde, allowing her to now see the two of them together.
"Hey." Sam said absently, not really paying attention, still staring in the mirror.
"What's up?"
"I don't like it."
Jo frowned, the blonde not explaining her statement any more than that. "Don't like what? The mirror? The weather? The wallpaper? The Garden? Come on, give me a clue." Jo sarcastically joked.
"The name." Sam added.
"What, Sam?"
"No. Nixon-Masters. It doesn't suit me."
"Keep it as it is then."
"No, I want your name. I just don't like the double barrel. I was thinking…what do you think of Sam Masters?"
Jo smiled, looking at the reflection in the mirror, "I think it's perfect."
"So you don't mind?"
"Mind what?"
"Me taking your name."
"Sam, I would love you to have my name. I only suggested us both taking each other's names as well as our own because I didn't think you'd want to lose your name."
"I don't mind if I'm losing it to you."
"Well then, DI Samantha Lee Masters it is then."
"I like it."
"Good. But you can't have it yet."
"I know. But when can I have it?" Sam asked impatiently, sounding like a small child.
"I don't know, why don't we ring up the registry office and ask them?"
"Oh yes, I can see it now, 'yes, hello, I was wondering, could you tell me when I can have Masters? Hello? Hello? Are you still there? Jo, they hung up'" Sam mocked, pretending to have a phone in her hand.
"Well how about you call them up and say that, and then if that doesn't work, I could call them back and ask when they've got any bookings, what do you reckon?"
"Maybe we should just skip straight to your idea."
"Yeah, maybe. So shall we?"
"What, call them now?"
"Yeah why not?" Jo asked rhetorically.
"Yeah, I like that idea."
"Good. Now…" Jo searched around under the pile of papers Sam had left on the bed, "What have you done with the phone Sam?"
"Um…I dunno, I thought you had it."
"No, you took it to call Abi about half an hour ago and came up here mid call."
"Oh, right, yeah, um, well, I put the phone down on the bed. Then I lay down on the bed for a few minutes, then I changed the bed, then I put the sheets in the wash, then I…" Sam found she was interrupted by Jo.
"Wait, wait, you changed the bed?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Sam, you put the phone on the bed, then you changed the bed, and now we don't know where the phone is. Where do you think it is?"
"Eh?"
"God, honey I feel like I'm banging my head against a brick wall, your meant to be a copper, a bloody good one." After receiving nothing more than a puzzled expression from Sam, Jo continued, "Sweetie, do you think you put the phone in the washing machine with the sheets?"
"Oh shit! Maybe." Sam admitted sheepishly. Embarrassed partly because of putting it in the washing machine, partly because Jo had to virtually spell it out for her.
"Great. Right, that can be one wedding present then; new phone!"
"Oops."
"It's alright!" Jo laughed at Sam's intelligence in some ways, yet mind reflecting hair colour in others. "I'll use my mobile then."
The brunette disappeared downstairs to fish her mobile out of her bag before reappearing, mobile in one hand, phonebook in other.
Dumping the phonebook on the bed, Jo moved the remainder of Sam's files onto the floor before sitting on the bed, tapping it beside her, inviting Sam to join her. She opened the book and flipped a few pages before she found the 'R' section. Once she found the number she wanted she tapped it into her phone, waiting for someone to pick it up on the other end.
"Oh hello, yes, I was just wondering what dates you have available at the moment." The brunette paused, listening to the voice on the other end, Sam straining to listen but not quite being able to hear. "Well, whenever really. Really? Oh right, well yeah, I suppose it might be, but…" Jo bit her lip, watching Sam mouth 'what?' repeatedly, staring into the woman's eyes, Jo made her decision, not querying it with Sam, "No, you know what, we'll take it. Yeah, see you then. Thanks, bye." Jo hung up, only to be bombarded with questions from Sam.
"What, you booked it? When? Why didn't you ask me? Jo? When is it? Come on, tell me." Sam concluded impatiently.
"I didn't ask you because I was worried you'd talk me out of it. I suppose we could cancel it if it's too soon."
"What? When is it? What do you mean too soon? How soon? Jo?"