Caught up

Chapter 21

Debbie held her fist in the air, inches away from the door, deciding whether or not to knock. She pulled her hand away and walked back into CID with a smirk playing on her lips.

"What's gotten into you?" Terry laughed.

"Nothing."

"What are you up to?"

"What makes you think I'm up to something?"

"You're smiling." Debbie just laughed and followed Phil out of CID.

"Phil."

"Huh? Yeah."

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Erm… Sure, what's up?"

"Not here." She pulled him into an interview room.

"What's this about?"

"What's going on with you and the DI?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me. I saw you two together."

"Yeah, she's my boss, we're bound to talk at some point." He laughed.

"I saw you kissing her!" Phil stayed silent. "Are you sleeping with her?"

"No."

"Then what was that?"

"I'm not sleeping with her."

"I'll just go and ask her then."

"No, leave her alone."

"Why should I?"

"Don't you think she's been through enough already?"

"Look at you acting all caring." She retorted as she walked out of the door and back towards Sam's office. Phil grabbed her arm.

"Debbie no, you can't mention anything, she's already upset." He hissed.

"Don't worry I'll catch her later when you're not here." She sneered.

"If you do I swear I will…"

"You'll do nothing." She cut him off. "You know how Jack frowns upon office relationships. How's he going to react when he finds out she's been sleeping with her Sergeant?"

Phil didn't bother arguing and released her. It was well known in CID that Debbie had Jack wrapped around her little finger, and he knew she wasn't one to make empty threats.

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"Gov, have you got a minute?"

"Sure. Have you got some information for me?"

"You could say that."

"Ok, go on then."

"You and Phil."

"What about us?"

"Don't play dumb. I know you're sleeping with him."

"Excuse me?" it was fair to say that she was a little more than taken aback.

"So how long has it been going on for?"

"Look, I don't know what you think you know, but I'm not sleeping with him."

"That's not what Phil tells me."

"What's he said?"

"Oh the usual. He was boasting about how he could get anyone he wanted into bed."

"He said what?"

"Yeah, that you're another one of his conquests apparently."

"He said that?"

"Yep." Sam slumped down in her office chair.

"I'll leave you to it then Gov." as soon as Debbie had shut the door, Sam let the tears roll slowly down her cheeks. How could she let him use her like that?

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"What did you say to her?"

"Don't worry, she got the message."

"What did you say?" He said more sternly this time.

"Nothing she didn't need to hear."

"You idiot!" he turned and stormed from the room.

"Where are you going?"

"To find her."

He walked up to her office and knocked on the door. When he got no reply he entered anyway, to find that it was empty. He cursed under his breath before running from the station. He drove home as fast as the speed limits would allow him. He parked up on the drive and ran to his front door, fumbling with the keys, praying she was there. He finally opened the door and upon walking into the hallway, saw a heap of bags.

"Sam?" she walked down the stairs and added another bag to the pile. "Sam…"

"You used me." She sounded like a vulnerable child.

"No."

"What would you call it then?"

"Whatever you think it's not true."

"Well it doesn't matter now."

"Please don't leave, we've been through all this already, we agreed you'd stay here."

"You agreed to keep things quiet. Instead I find that you've been 'bragging' about sleeping with me. Not only that, but we haven't actually slept together."

"I didn't say anything. I don't know what you're talking about."

"So I'm not another one of your 'conquests' then?" she said sarcastically

"No, of course you're not. Don't listen to anything Debbie says."

"So you do know what I'm talking about?"

"No." he said quickly. "You know what I mean."

"All of this, being nice and looking after me, was that all to get me into bed?"

"What?"

"Debbie said you were boasting about being able to get anyone into bed. Were you both having a good laugh behind my back?"

"Sam babe, listen to me. I wasn't using you, and I never said anything to Debbie. She got it into her head that we were sleeping together and I tried to put her straight, but she was having none of it. Come on, put the bags down and I'll get us a drink."

"Ok." She didn't feel strong enough to argue at the moment.

Sam went and sat down in the lounge and Phil came in with two glasses of wine and handed one to her.

"Thanks." She said quietly. "Phil can you promise me that you haven't lied to me?"

"I promise you." He said seriously.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm just getting over emotional."

"It's ok. It's just when Debbie said she'd seen us kissing, I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to worry you or anything."

"I just wish you'd told me."

"It was just Debbie being Debbie."

"I know, I just guess I half believed her. I still haven't got used to this side of you yet." She laughed.

"You'd better start getting used to it now then." He smirked as he leant over to kiss her softly. She deepened the kiss slightly and reached for the top button of his shirt before he stopped her. "Are you sure about this? If you're not ready it's fine."

"No. I am ready." She kissed him softly as she went to undo his shirt again, this time he didn't stop her. Once his shirt was discarded, he pulled her top over her head and resumed kissing her, moving down her jaw line to her neck, she moved her head to the side and moaned deeply as he bit her neck softly. She pulled his head back up so she could reciprocate the kiss and he slowly rolled them over so that she was on top.

Sam pulled away and looked at him confused.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly.

"You're letting me take control?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason. It's just that all the men I've been with just wanted to control me."

"I'm not like that Sam. I want you to enjoy it as well." She smiled as she continued to kiss him. Maybe he really was different, maybe he had changed. "Hey let's go upstairs." He whispered. Sam nodded as he pulled her up and towards the up the stairs, quickly reaching his bedroom and closing the door behind them.

I really don't think I need to continue for you to know what's going on behind the door, you can use your imaginations because this chapter's a bit long already. Review? Sam xxx