Emma rolled over the next morning and slipped from the sofa, hitting her head on the coffee table. For a moment she looked around her, bewildered as to why she was still wearing last night's clothes, was lying on the floor and in a strange flat. Then it all came back to her, the undercover and finding out the truth about "Jack" last night.

She shifted again because she had a crick in her neck from lying on the sofa all night. Then she stood up and took the wine glass and plate with crumbs on it back through to the kitchen and looked out of the window as the kettle began to boil. As she swilled the now lukewarm liquid around her cup she thought over what was going to happen now. Discovering the warrant card in "Jack's" flat had now thrown her undercover upside down. What if he already knew she was a cop, what if he was an impostor, what if they were coming to get her now?

Emma pulled her jumper tighter round her and looked carefully over her shoulder before giggling to herself. She was becoming paranoid now! There was no way that he could know she was undercover already and as for people coming to get her, he didn't even know where she lived!

She picked up her phone and wandered back through to the lounge before dialling Sam's number now it was an appropriate time of morning and she assumed that Sam was going to be in at work today. It rang three or four times before Sam picked it up, sounding extremely groggy. Okay so maybe she wasn't in at work today! "Emma? Can't this wait, I'm a little tired…and hung over." Sam said croakily.

"Late night was it? Phil been keeping you up?" Emma giggled knowingly.

"What is this, interrogation?" Sam said yawning and putting a hand over Phil's mouth, now she could see he was awake. He bit her finger gently but enough to startle her so much that she dropped the phone and had to fumble in the bedclothes to find it again. Long enough for Phil to slide in behind her and put his hands around her waist, kissing her neck every few seconds. She batted at him gently before giving in and leaning against him.

"Uh…he's still there isn't he Sam?" Emma asked again, feeling slightly embarrassed now at the thought of it. "Anyway." She began, not really caring about getting the answer to her first question. "You know that guy Jack…yeah well I went back to his last night…yeah okay shut up…nothing happened but I went into the kitchen and in the drawer under the sink there was a warrant card. Yeah a real one…at least I think it must have been, it's practically identical to mine."

Sam sat up sharply and slid out of bed so Phil couldn't distract her any longer. She wrapped her dressing gown round her so Phil would stop staring and then she padded down the hall to the kitchen and sat cross-legged on one of the worktops. "Okay so your saying that he might be undercover as well?" She asked, trying to un-fog her brain.

"Yeah I think he might have been…it would be easy enough to check though won't it because I caught the name of his station…it's Barton Street. He's called Will Fletcher apparently, he's 24." Emma said, desperately attempting to keep her mind focused on her conversation with Sam and not thinking about Will or Jack or whoever he really was.

"That's great Emma…thank god it was you we put undercover 'cause I'm not sure I'd have been able to recall that much! I'll get onto it, I'll phone back in a few hours hopefully." Sam said as she put down the phone, smiling now she had something to go on.

Phil pouted as he walked into the kitchen and heard the last few words. "But I thought this was your day off…we were gonna stay in and…do nothing all day." He whined, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Sorry babe but Emma's safety might just be a teeny bit more important than me fulfilling your every need." She replied kissing along his jaw. "Still work isn't expecting me in…I might be back in time to fulfil some needs." She added as his hands began to wander.

"Well if you're going then I'm coming too. Wouldn't want to waste any of those little moments would we?" He said in between kisses. Sam rolled her eyes at him and then dragged him back into the bedroom but to his disappointment she began getting her clothes on. "Ugh Sam I was hoping for another repeat performance of last night before we left." He said grumpily.

"Cheer up grumpy, I might be in the mood when we get back home." She replied flirtatiously as she began to tie up her hair.

"Leave it down…you look sexy with it down." He whispered in her ear.

"Really? I was thinking of getting it cut…" Sam said, leaving her sentence hanging to see his reaction.

"You'd look good in anything or with any haircut babe." Phil replied kissing her neck and making her giggle. "Now I thought you wanted to go to work?" He asked dragging her out to his car.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at work and sauntered up to CID. "Sam? Phil? Neither of you are in today!" Jack said in confusion.

"Yeah which is why we're getting away with being dressed like this." Sam said laughing as she gestured to their jeans and t-shirts appearance. "It's to do with Emma's undercover, we have to do some work on it because if not her safety could be on the line." She said more seriously.

With that Jack left them to get on with it and Phil sat with his feet up on the table in the incident room while Sam made a series of discreet phone calls. "Hello this is Detective Inspector Samantha Nixon speaking, I was wondering if I could speak to PC Will Fletcher?" She asked time and time again until she was put in contact with another young PC.

"You were asking for Will?" She said boldly. Sam smiled and replied yes. "Oh sorry he's und…oh um he's taken leave for a while." She stumbled over her words after making the blunder.

"Can I speak to one of your DI's please?" Sam asked relentlessly until she was handed across to someone more in charge. "Yeah hi we've got an officer of our own undercover at the moment and she's discovered a certain PC Will Fletcher during the course of her activities. I mean if you'd rather we continued the way we are and he gets arrested then of course keep quiet. I know he works with you, excuse me credit me with a bit of intelligence I'm a DI for god's sake!" She said, losing her temper towards the end.

"Okay fine, yes Will's undercover. Okay but don't let your kid compromise the case because he's been working on getting in there for months now. Don't let it all go down the plug hole!" The Barton Street DI pleaded with her.

"No problem, call your man and he can explain it to our cop." Sam said delightedly as she put down the phone and turned to Phil. "Ain't ya proud of me?" She asked him, sitting down on his knee and kissing his cheek.

"Ugh yeah I'm proud of my scary girlfriend who has the power to make even grown men quake in their over-priced shoes." He said timidly. Sam smirked and they left the office together to strange looks from the rest of the team. "How are we gonna explain this?" He asked, thinking about how odd it really did look.

Sam turned on the spot just before they left the door of CID and brushed her lips gently against his. Phil smiled and pulled her closer to him, prising her lips open and letting his tongue swirl in her mouth. "You won't have to now…I think that did it." She said dragging him down the stairs after getting a look at the rest of CID's faces.

Emma meanwhile had gotten up and dressed and was now lounging about in front of the telly, catching up on months of daytime TV that she'd missed while working. The one good thing she could say about her undercover so far was that she was only operating at night which left her free to do as she pleased during the day. She yawned and stretched out as the phone rang, reaching across she hit the answer button and heard Sam's excited voice on the other end.

"Emma…you were right he is undercover as well. I used my powers of persuasion to get the DI from Barton Street to give me the info." Sam listened to Emma's reply before giggling and replying back. "No cheeky, I did not sleep with him!"

"Yeah that's probably a good thing, it would dent Phil's macho pride a little too much." Emma said cheerfully.

"Oi…you're on loudspeaker you know!" Phil said huffily which caused Emma to laugh even more. "It's not funny Sam make her stop laughing at me." He added.

"Oh it's okay baby, I'll stick up for you." Sam sniggered but Emma made puking noises on the other end.

"Ugh please guys at least wait till I've hung up." She said, hitting the end call button and settling back down to watch another episode of Hollyoaks on repeat. She stayed like that for several more hours, only getting up to make herself a cup of tea or fetch something to eat from the kitchen.

When seven o'clock arrived Emma remembered all about going to see Will again and she shot to her feet quickly before checking her mobile. Two unread text messages showed that he'd been trying to get a hold of her for the past twenty minutes. She sent a quick reply and then headed upstairs to get changed. Half an hour later she returned downstairs in a pair of brown cords with a deep pink top over them and her hair loosely curled. She took one last look in the mirror before locking up behind her and walking the short distance to Will's flat.

"Hey!" She said as he opened the door. He kissed both cheeks and she stepped towards him and then he let her into the flat and took her jacket from her. "You look great Emma." He said softly as she shook her head and the curls bounced, the blonde in them glinting in the hall light.

She blushed and thanked him as she followed him into the lounge. "Do you want a drink?" He asked awkwardly as she settled herself on the couch. She nodded and he left, heading for the kitchen. When he returned she took a sip from the glass and then set it down on the coffee table.

"Jack…um Will…I know you're a copper. I saw your warrant card yesterday and my DI did some digging and she unearthed your undercover op and Barton Street. I'm undercover too. We're both after the same bloke!" She said smiling across at him.

His face also broke into a grin. "Well that's okay then." Will said, still keeping his distance from Emma.

"Why are you being off with me?" Emma asked hesitantly.

"Oh um I thought you wouldn't want to you know…like continue the way we were now that we're both undercover. I thought you'd think it was unprofessional." He stammered nervously.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Who cares about being professional…it wasn't that professional of me to begin getting involved with you when I was undercover and thought you were a criminal in the first place! Oh and on that note…my DI doesn't know about…well us." She added thinking it through.

"No problem…mine didn't know about me getting involved with anyone either. I mean as far as I was concerned, you were just some girl who worked in an office and had nothing to do with my work. Might I add that you are a very good actress Miss Taylor." He replied grinning.

"Oh yeah…my name's actually PC Emma Keane." She muttered embarrassed as she fished her warrant card from her pocket of her jeans to show him. Emma then leaned forwards to grab her glass of wine but she overbalanced and Will had to put both arms around her waist to stop her toppling off the couch. "Um thanks." She said nervously as she was conscious that his arms were still holding onto her waist.

"I uh…I better be getting home…I mean back to the flat." She said standing up so his hands were separated from her body.

Will's face dropped. "I'm sorry…I didn't I mean…I'm sorry." He said despondently.

"No…no it wasn't your fault it's just it's getting late and well I'm a bit tired." Emma hastily replied. Will stood up with her and they both leaned in to brush lips. Emma pulled away first though and smiled cutely up at him before leaving the flat. For the second time in a few days she went to sleep dreaming about Will.

So it ended up a million times longer than I thought it would. Took a while to write...and yes I did work my ass off for you Emz like I promised :P I hope this chapter has cleared up any confusion that people had...PM me if you're still confuzzled and I'll see if I can sort it out :D read and review 'cause it makes me smile :D xxxxpip