Yes, it's me again. I know it's been ridiculously long since my last update. I'm so lazy. Especially after I got such nice feedback last time; which I really do appreciate, by the way. It makes my day. :) Okay, so this is the 3rd chapter and I have no idea how many chapters there will be. I just start writing and see where my twisted imagination takes me. Hope it's worth the wait.

Thanks to sam-qwen for repeatedly bugging me about updating!

And, as always, to Vikki, because she's…. well, Vikki :D

'I wonder what she's doing now…' Phil Hunter thought to himself. It had been a few hours since his encounter with Samantha Nixon in the briefing room and he was out on the beat with PC Dan Casper, on the Cole Lane Estate. And he was bored stupid. The only thing keeping him going was getting back to the station for lunch to see Sam. 'God, what am I, some lovesick teenager?' he thought. He missed CID; chasing leads, going after suspects, the interrogations, working with Sam… it always came back to her. He was almost hoping to run into some criminals, just to liven up his day.

His twisted prayers were answered as he saw a man walk up to a young girl, seemingly waiting for him, and suspiciously pass something to her. Classic drug dealing. He brought it to Dan's attention and they hid behind a wall to observe the exchange. He motioned for Dan to get the girl, while he took the dealer. With a nod of his head, they shot out from their hiding place.

"Freeze, Police!" They shouted. As expected, the suspects took no notice. The young girl, being surprised, confused and unprepared, was caught by Dan fairly quickly. As Dan placed the cuffs around her wrists, he looked up to see Phil chasing the dealer down an alley.

'Damn' Phil thought to himself, 'This guy's fast'. He willed his body to have more strength and continued to chase the dealer. In the heat of the chase, the dealer took a wrong turn and became trapped at a dead end. Phil stopped shortly after him.

"Look mate, there's no where to go now, alright? Just give yourself up." Phil spoke calmly as he advanced towards the man, his asp drawn in front of him. But the dealer wasn't going to go that easily.

In one quick movement, he lunged at Phil, knocking them both to the floor. Phil lost his grip on his asp and it tumbled from his grasp. The dealer punched Phil hard in the face. The force of the punch sent Phil recoiling backwards, but he recovered quickly. The dealer tried to get up and run but Phil had a strong grip on his jacket. He could feel the blood gushing from his nose and a cut on his left temple. With a great deal of effort, and pain, he eventually managed to cuff the dealer. Phil dragged him out of the alley and angrily shoved him into the back of the area car, which Dan had called for.

Dan warily eyed the blood on Phil's face. "Not a bad way to start your first day in uniform, Sarge." He said dryly.

They reached the station 10 minutes later and Phil left Dan and an amused Smithy to book them in while he went to clean himself up.

He was almost at the men's locker room when he heard a voice behind him. Sam.

"Phil" she called out.

He turned around slowly. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Oh my God Phil, what happened to you?" Sam all but ran to Phil and reached up to touch the cut on his forehead.

"It's not as bad as it looks" Phil smiled slightly.

"Good, because it looks awful!" Sam said with a smile.

"Oh, thanks Sam." He replied sarcastically.

"C'mon, we need to get you cleaned up" Sam took his hand and tried to lead him to the locker room.

"It's okay Sam, I can handle it" Phil protested, but he didn't remove his hand from hers.

"Don't be ridiculous Phil" Sam shot him a warning glare and he quickly followed her. She sat him on a bench and kneeled in front of him. Phil raised an eyebrow.

"I hope this is what it looks like" he smirked. Sam just glared at him again, but couldn't hold back a smile.

"You know this is the men's locker room, Sam." She just smiled and turned his face to the side, to look at his injuries.

"Stay there" she said as she stood up.

"Yes ma'am" Phil saluted.

While she was in the bathroom getting a wet cloth, an idea entered her head. Phil had been teasing her all morning; first in the corridor, then in the briefing room. Now it was her turn. A wicked smile spread across her lips and she left the bathroom.

She went back to kneel in front of him and brought the towel to his head. She wiped gently at the blood and made sure she leant as closely to him as possible; her body fit snugly in the v of his legs. She smiled when she heard his breath hitch from their proximity.

She continued to clean away the blood from his face, keeping eye contact the whole time. Phil could feel her body heat and his breathing becoming deep and laboured.

When the last of the blood was cleaned from his face, Sam leant up and kissed the cut on his temple. The kiss was short but enough to make his eyes flutter closed at the contact. Sam listened intently to their rapidly beating hearts as she rested her forehead on his.

She pulled away a few moments later and let the towel fall from her hands. Phil regained composure and leant forward to pick up the towel. Sam reached for it at the same time and placed her hand on his. He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back. The kept each other's gaze for a while before Sam removed her hand and Phil leant forward a little more to gather the towel. It was only then that Sam noticed him wince as he stretched forwards.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong." Phil smiled, trying to reassure her.

"Don't take this the wrong way but I don't believe you" she said. Phil just chuckled lightly.

"Take your shirt off"

"Excuse me?" Phil stuttered. Normally he would've shot back some clever innuendo but he was somewhat in a state of shock.

Sam reached out and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Phil sat back and watched her with a smile of his face.

Sam finished undoing the top button and only then looked up at Phil's face. Slowly, she spread her hands the base of his neck and delighted in the small gasp that escaped his lips.

Sam ran her hands across his shoulders, moving away his shirt. The slightly blood splattered article of clothing fell away from him and Phil shrugged his hands out of the sleeves.

Even though the skin was bruised in places, Phil's body was still rather nice. 'Very nice' Sam thought. His muscles were well-defined, his stomach tight and his skin lightly tanned. Phil grinned as Sam's tongue came out to wet her lips. Remembering why they were there in the first place, Sam's hand continued down his body, pressing lightly to check for broken ribs. Phil's eye closed and his head rested back on his shoulders.

His eyes opened when Sam's hand rested above the waistband of his trousers and she looked up at him. Her face was flushed and her body heaved with her deep breathing. Phil smiled. She looked adorable. 'Well, adorable and a little aroused' he smirked.

Sam moved her head closer to Phil's and felt his warm breath on her neck. He tilted his head and brought his lips closer to hers. There were barely millimetres between them.

"Hey, Phil-" Dan Casper burst through the door of the men's locker room and saw two of his Sergeants jump away from each other, Phil cursing under his breath. In her hurry to move backwards, Sam tripped and fell, landing flat out on the floor. Dan tried not to laugh but didn't do a great job of it.

"Uhh, Phil, we gotta go…" Dan said.

Phil had ran to Sam and was making sure she was okay.

"I'm fine, you go." Sam smiled softly, her hand on her back.

Phil nodded and quickly pulled his shirt on. He reached the door, Dan already gone, and suddenly turned back. He ran to Sam, planted a sweet kiss on her cheek and then ran after Dan.

Sam was left standing, dazed, in the men's locker room, holding a bloody towel, a bruise on her back and a huge smile on her face.

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