Wow. Okay, so I did say it was a one-shot, but I got some lovely reviews, implying that you wanted me to continue, so I did.

This is the quickest I have ever updated, by a long way!

I hope the second chapter is as good as the first.

Chapter 2

After making a quick dash up to CID, Samantha Nixon fell into the chair in her new office and laid her head back. She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything other than Phil in that uniform… But she couldn't. She worked with good looking men in uniform everyday of her life and had never had a problem. But, she reasoned, this was Phil, not just any other copper. She knew it. It was happening again. That amazing feeling that took over her mind and her life. She was falling for Phil Hunter. She exhaled deeply and rested her hands on her forehead. At that moment, she was glad she had the privacy of her own office. Then, as if mocking her previous thought, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Sam said, composing herself.

"Hey Guv, the briefing's about to start." Jo said kindly.

"Cheers Jo, I'll be there in a minute." Sam smiled and Jo left.

Sam entered the briefing room and her eyes immediately fell on Phil. God, this was just cruel, she thought. Now that she admitted her feelings to herself, it was all she could think about. She tried picturing him in a suit, but it was no use; he looked damn good in a suit too. Sam glanced around the room, looking for a seat and sighed when she realised that the space at the back next to Phil was the only seat left. She squeezed past a few officers and sat next to him. Her earlier exasperation faded when Phil flashed her a smile. She smiled back and turned to listen to Jack, who was explaining about some case or another. She had always had a go at Phil when he didn't listen in a briefing but she was now discovering how easy it was to pay no attention whatsoever to what Jack was saying. Of course, this was largely due to the hand currently resting on hers. I'm going to kill Phil when we get out of here, she thought to herself. She swallowed hard and tried desperately to focus on anything other than Phil's thumb, which was currently stroking the back of her hand in slow, circular patterns. If he carried that on throughout the whole briefing, she was not going to be held accountable for her actions, which, in her head at that moment, consisted of making him stop by kissing him senseless right there in the briefing room. God Sam, she thought, get a grip! She turned to glare at him, hoping that would make him stop, but he was looking straight forward, a blank, calm expression on his face, seemingly paying much more attention to Jack than she was. She knew, of course, that she could just pull her hand away, but truth be told, she didn't want to.

After what seemed like eternity for Sam, but was actually a few minutes, Phil's hand left hers. Immediately, she missed the contact, missed the feel of his skin on hers, and was aching for his touch back. Her eyes rose to meet his but once again he was looking straight ahead. Sam chastised herself for feeling so disappointed. Though, she didn't have wait long for the real torture to start.

Before she'd even noticed him moving, Sam felt Phil's hand on her knee, his thumb repeating its earlier movements. Remembering their current location, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed them, but everyone was far too busy listening to Jack to notice her and Phil's somewhat compromising position at the back of the room. She refocused on his hand and she was sure that it had moved a little up her thigh from the last time she looked. Usually, she'd slap a guy for that kind of behaviour, but with Phil it was different. It wasn't that the rules were different; she'd expect the same respect from any man, it was that when someone else did those kinds of things, it felt like he only wanted one thing. When Phil did it, it felt like he was just trying to please her, make her happy. His hands were gentle and he wanted nothing from her.

All too quickly for Sam, Phil's hand left her body again. Although, the familiar disappointment didn't last for long; Phil leaned back and placed his arm behind Sam on the table. In doing so, he brought his whole body closer to her. His head was centimetres from her shoulder and she felt every breath he took on her hair. Though he wasn't touching her, his closeness was enough. That was, until he discreetly swept her hair aside, his fingertips grazing her neck. It sent electric sparks through her body. His fingertips followed the path of her spine till his hand rested on her lower back, his breath tickling her now exposed neck. If the feeling of his hand on her knee and hand were heaven, then God only knew what this new contact felt like. Euphoria didn't even come close. She was sure it was only a matter of minutes before she would explode. Sam didn't know what had happened to Phil since Romania; that night had been amazing, the best in fact, but this… this was something else.

Suddenly, everyone started moving. Jack had stopped speaking, CID officers were gathering around the suspect pictures on the wall and uniform were filing out of the room. That meant Phil had to leave, and the space between them would grow painfully large. Phil flashed her a charming smile as they both stood, Sam somewhat unsteady on her feet. He trailed his hand across her back as he walked towards the door. Sam joined the rest of CID and spent the next twenty minutes trying to pretend to know what was going on, and wondering where Phil was at that moment.

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