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Jo lay in Sam's arms sleeping soundly in the early hours of the morning.

Sam looked at her and smiled, she had pins and needles in her arm from where Jo hadn't moved but she didn't really care

Jo began to stir a little, sighing slightly.

"Am I that bad in bed?" Sam shifted a little

"Hmmm?" Jo mumbled, her eyes opening slightly.

"Nothing beautiful, just go back to sleep" Sam kissed the top of her head.

"Don't think I can..."

Sam stretched "Why's that?"

"Headache." Jo lied.

"Aww baby." Sam rubbed her arm.

Jo half smiled, nuzzling her nose against Sam's neck.

Sam pulled her close. "You want me to go get you some aspirin?"

"No," Jo said rather quickly.

"Jo, you sure you're ok?"

"I... I'm sorry..."

Sam turned over to face Jo. "Why?" she brushed hair out of Jo's face.

"For... for sneaking off all the time the last few weeks, don't tell me you haven't noticed..."

"Call me crazy but I do trust you y'know," Sam lied a little, she wanted to know what was up but she wasn't really sure it was anything bad. Well she hoped not.

"I can't hide it from you any more Sam... I mean, I feel so guilty already..."

Sam led there, what the hell; this was Jo saying this, see it always happened to her

"I... I've been planning a surprise for your birthday..."

"What... what kind of a surprise?"

"One you'll hopefully like," Jo laughed.

"That's it? That's all I get?"

"Lets just say it involves you and me," she smirked.

"Well yes that's good."

"I'm sorry, I've felt so bad sneaking around."

"You shouldn't as long as I like it," Sam laughed.

"I certainly hope so," Jo replied, "Any chance of a day off today?"

"No, I've got that meeting with Heaton and Jack, but I might be able to finish early."

"I meant me," Jo laughed.

"No, I've said no special treatment just because we're engaged."

"Not even if its for your birthday which is in two days?"

"Early, best I can do, as long as you make that paper work vanish, legitimately."

"Damn I've been foiled," Jo laughed.

"And no shredding it is not legitimately, however, foisting some on to Mickey is."

Jo grinned. "I'll do you a deal, give me an hour off at 10 and I'll stay the whole day."

"You certainly are easily pleased," Sam kissed Jo before getting out of bed.

"I just don't want to leave you all on your own," Jo smirked, "Where are you going?"

"Shower, and if you're making good on that, drag yourself out of bed," Sam winked

Jo smirked, getting up slowly.

Sam began to strip on her way to the shower.

Jo sighed a little as she stood.

"If it's that much of an effort then you can stay in bed."

"Sorry..." Jo replied, slowly getting undressed and joining Sam, "I just don't feel the best today."

Sam gently pulled Jo into the bathroom "You," Sam kissed her, "Take a shower, I'll make you some tea, and toast... just humour me and push it round the plate if you're not going to eat it."

"Stay here..." Jo said.

"Mmm ok then."

"You don't take much persuading."

"You're fantastic."

Jo blushed.

"It's true."

Jo smiled and kissed Sam lightly.

"You sure I can't do anything for you?"

"Maybe help me wash," Jo smirked.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Ooh I think I might be able to help."

Jo smiled and stepped inside the steaming shower.

Sam smiled and stepped inside after her.

About half an hour later, they were dressed and ready for work, they still had plenty of time though and had still not had breakfast.

"Toast Jo?"

Jo screwed up her nose. "No... Thanks though..."

"Jo, if you're not well you should be eating something."

"I'll have a bite of yours that's it."

"Can't even eat my own toast" Sam smiled, "Do you want to take the day off?"

"I'm sure I'll live... Like you said, I've far too much paperwork."

"Well if you do want to go home just tell me ok?"

"Ok, thank you," Jo smiled, kissing Sam softly.

"Always," Sam passed Jo a piece of toast.

Jo smiled and took a bite hesitantly.

"It won't poison you, I am not that bad."

"I know, but eww toast," Jo said as she hesitantly swallowed what little toast she had in her mouth.

"Cereal then, or just something please?"

"A cup of tea is the best I can do," she replied.

"Hmmm fine."

"Did you want a drink?" Jo asked as the kettle flicked off.

"No I'm fine... "

"Sure?"

"Yep."

"Fine I'll eat the toast."

"Don't sulk about it, it's not attractive."

"It's obviously annoying you that I'm not, so I might as well."

"Jo, why are you so touchy? I'm worried I don't want my fiancée keeling over at work."

"I'm sorry, I don't do ill very well."

"Oh fun" Sam smiled and hugged Jo "What do you need?"

"You."

"Is this I need a hug, I need you or do you want me at home?"

"All three," Jo replied.

Sam kissed her forehead "Back to bed, I'll call Jack."

"You sure?"

"Jo, darling, something isn't right I'll feel better if I'm here with you."

"You sure though? You can go to that meeting if you want, I'll be fine for an hour or so."

"Mmm fine, just call me if you need me."

"Okay, I promise..."

Sam was sat listening to Heaton drone on and on. She couldn't remember feeling so bored. She wondered what Jo was doing.

Just then Jo dialled Sam's mobile.

Sam looked at her phone and left the meeting room. "Jo, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"I miss you," Jo mumbled.

Sam chuckled, "Ok, I'm coming home," Sam walked back into the meeting, "She's really not right, I'm going home."

"Five more minutes?" Jack asked.

"Urghh, why?" Sam sat back down sulking.

"How ill is Jo really?" Heaton asked.

"She doesn't want to eat, move... she looks pretty rough too."

"Did you want us to organise some leave for you both? Effective immediately?"

"A week... wait, I'm not going to come back to some 2 headed monster running CID am I?"

"Not unless you're talking about me, which I surely hope not," the DCI chuckled.

"Manson," Sam smirked

"We'll keep him in his place."

"Thanks, why though?"

"Why what Sam?"

"Offering leave that quickly or has she been telling you things?"

"We're just concerned that its a response to that case she worked on a few weeks ago," Heaton replied.

Sam sat back, "Wait, what case?"

"You were on your days off, did she not tell you about it?"

"No, she didn't."

Jack handed Sam a file. "She'd be working hard all day trying to find this 12 year old kid, when she did, he was threatening suicide, had a gun... she was trying to talk him out of it for a good hour... he... shot himself in front of her, she was devastated, covered in his blood... we sent her home."

Sam closed her eyes briefly. "I'm going home. And I'm not answering the phone... ok?"

"Don't worry, we'll leave you for a few days, but call if you need anything ok?"

"Yeah thanks."

"Off you go," Heaton said.

Things were going so well for Jo... :( Review to let us know what you think! :) xx