I watched The Bill again the other day, for the first time in ages and it prompted me to write a post-ep one-shot. After that I felt compelled to try writing another chapter of this story. Personally, I don't think this is as good as the other chapters (it's a bit of a filler chapter), so I'd really love some feedback. Thanks. Xx

Sam was in her office pretending to be doing paperwork. She just couldn't get Phil off her mind. The feel of his breath on her neck, how he looked in his uniform, his hand on her body, his smile meant only for her…

She shook her head as if that would force the thoughts from her mind. It was no use, of course. She stared blankly at her compute screen and couldn't for the life of her remember what she was supposed to be writing about.

She glanced at the clock and was relieved to see that there was only half an hour till she could leave. She supposed that Phil could be back in the station by now. She hadn't seen him since the incident in the locker room at midday. The images of Phil's body and how close she had come to his lips came flooding back to her.

She was lifted from her memories by a knock on her door.

"Come in" she shouted. The door swung open, revealing DC Mickey Webb.

"I finished those case files you asked about." He said, dropping a folder on Sam's desk.

"Great, thanks Mickey." Sam smiled.

"Uhh, a bunch of us are going to the Canley Arms after work tonight, you fancy it?" Mickey asked hesitantly.

Sam's interested was piqued. She wondered if Phil would be there. "That sounds great. So, uhh, who's going, just CID?" She tried her hardest to sound casual.

"No, anyone that can make it. Smithy said he would ask around. We'll I'd better leave you in peace. See you later Guv" Mickey smiled and left Sam's office.

"Bye Mickey." Sam watched Mickey leave and debated going to find Phil to find out if he was going tonight.

She didn't want to look too keen, but she really needed to see him. Midday felt like months ago. After a few minutes of internal struggling, she bit the bullet and left her office to find Phil.

She headed down to the Custody Desk where Smithy was booking in their latest arrestee. She caught his attention.

"Hey Smithy, uhh, have you seen Phil around anywhere?"

"Yeah, he's typing up his report of today." Smithy said, before smiling, "Not in trouble is he?"

Sam laughed nervously. "Not this time." She headed down the corridor to find Phil.

Sam pushed open the door and saw Phil sitting at a desk, typing lazily. He looked up when he heard the door creak and his face broke into a smile when he saw Sam. She smiled back.

"Hey stranger." He said.

Sam laughed. "Hey. Didn't get yourself beat up this afternoon did you?"

"If I say yes, will you examine me again?" He smirked.

Sam felt her cheeks blush furiously. 'Thank God for the bad lighting in here' she thought. Phil sensed her embarrassment and changed the subject.

"So, what brings you down here, DI Nixon?"

Sam smiled, grateful for the change in conversation.

"I was just wondering if you were going to the Canley Arms after work. Mickey said everyone was going…"

"Oh, yeah, Smithy mentioned that. I wasn't sure, but if you're going then I am too." Phil smiled and Sam felt her heart melt.

"Okay, great. I guess I'll see you then." Sam turned to leave.

"Wait, Sam!" She turned back to face him.

"Well there's no point us taking two cars really, is there?" Phil stuttered slightly.

"What are you trying to ask Phil?" Sam tried to hide her smirk. He glared playfully at her.

"Well, it makes more sense really, if I come and pick you up, and I'll drive us there, and drop you home later. That way you can drink, right?"

"You trying to get me drunk DS Hunter?" Sam smiled at him. She couldn't believe she was flirting with him now. Phil just shook his head.

"I'll come get you at 7, okay?" He asked.

"Sure. Thanks Phil. See you later." She shot him one last flirtatious smile before she left.

Sam stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, analysing the hundredth outfit she'd put on in about half an hour. 'Why am I being so ridiculous about this?' She thought to herself. She was never one of those women who spent hours getting ready; she took pride in her appearance, but it wasn't that important to her.

She knew why she cared about it so much today, of course. It was Phil Hunter again. She knew rationally that it wasn't a date; the whole team was going to be there. But he was coming to pick her up and he'd be taking her home later that night. That sounded more like a date than a drink with colleagues to her.

She looked in her wardrobe again. She couldn't just wear a suit. She wore a suit to work everyday. No, that wasn't good enough. She touched a long red dress hanging at the back of the cupboard. No, that was too much. She'd look far too over dressed. Jeans? No, that was too casual.

Sam almost screamed in frustration. 'Why does this have to be so difficult?' she wondered. Then she saw a black denim skirt hanging beside her red dress. She lifted it out of the wardrobe and changed out of her work trousers. She looked into the mirror once again. The skirt was too short for work, but just right for a drink with friends.

Glancing at the time, she grabbed a red top from her wardrobe and hastily pulled it on. She smiled at her reflection.

Ten minutes later, Sam was finishing her hair when she heard the doorbell ring.

"I'm coming!" She shouted as she ran down the stairs.

Breathless, Sam pulled the door open and smiled at Phil. Phil's mouth hung agape as he stared at her.

"Wow" he said. Sam felt her cheeks blush.

"Thanks" she said quietly, "You don't scrub up too bad yourself." She smiled. Phil laughed.

"Your carriage awaits m'lady" Phil said as he held his arm out in the direction of his car. Sam closed the door behind her and sat in the passenger seat as Phil held the door open for her.

The Canley Arms was only a short drive away, but it felt significantly longer to Sam and Phil. The sexual tension in the air was stifling. Phil cranked the air conditioning up another notch and tried to pull his collar away from his neck.

He kept glancing sideways at Sam and catching her looking at him. Then she'd look away hastily. He felt like a teenager in high school all over again. Neither spoke, but the silence was comfortable rather than awkward.

Finally, Phil pulled the car into the car park of the Canley Arms and parked in one of the few available spaces. He rushed round to open the door for Sam, who smiled at his chivalry.

As they made their way across the car park, toward the pub, Phil rested his hand on the small of Sam's back.

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