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Oh and SP fans :P there will be SP in the next chapter :P I'll make sure of it! And Emz :P I will be changing the chapter I had because lol I just realised I've been neglecting Sam/Phil and I did promise it in the story so your copy isn't what I'm putting up...I think I'll write more into it and send you it if thats okay :P X
"…It wasn't what I had in mind." Emma whispered against him. "It was better."
And with that she pressed herself amongst the throng of people pushing and shoving to get out of the doors of the train. Letting himself get caught up in the flow Will allowed and slow smile to creep across his face, one which didn't go unnoticed by Emma who was standing on the platform waiting for him as she watched Chris walk briskly towards the exit, a waiting taxi being quickly claimed by him.
With no time to dwell upon their short lived kiss, Will grasped Emma's hand in his and ran with her along the platform, throwing open the door to a taxi and jumping in beside her. Flicking out his badge Will caught his breath. "Follow…that…taxi." He pointed to the blue car up ahead where they could vaguely make out Chris through the darkened glass.
"I won't ask if you're here on business or pleasure then will I?" The cabbie muttered to himself as he winked at Emma in the mirror.
Despite herself Emma felt her eyelids grow heavy, the steady motion of the car a strange city lullaby. "Em stay awake just a lil longer hun, the taxi's slowing…looks like he's getting out soon." Will's soft voice whispered in her ear as sleep began to cloud her.
"I'll try." She murmured back, looking distractedly out the window as the taxi up ahead pulled into the car park of the Holiday Inn. "Oh well that's friggin' brilliant…he's takin' a bloody holiday?" She groaned as she pressed her cheek into Will's arm.
"Well look at it this way…if he's taking a holiday then by rights…we're taking one too." Will smirked as he passed the cabbie a fiver and walked towards the reception with Emma in tow.
"Oh goodie." Emma giggled as they stepped through the clear glass doors into a warmly lit reception and bar with deep sinking sofas. "Now…watch and learn." She grinned as her hand left his and she approached the desk as Chris stepped back from it.
"Room 243 is just along the corridor and to the left. The function suite is to the right and the Health Spa is marked on the signs. Have a lovely stay Sir." The young receptionist smiled as she handed Chris his key card. "Now ma'am what can I do for you?" She turned to Emma, already a new fresh smile painted on her pretty face.
"Hi there. I was wonderin' if we could book a room for the night. Room 244 if possible." Emma smiled back, the hand behind her back crossing her fingers over; something that Will picked up on.
"Of course you may…any particular reason?" She narrowed her eyes, looking between Emma and Will suspiciously.
"We stayed here before in room 244 and well…it was very nice. We just thought it would be nice to have the same one again. It being so close to the Health Spa and everything." Emma bluffed, her face an absolute picture of calm.
Turning away from the desk and picking up a large file the woman grinned. "Well I'm sure I could sort something out for you then…Mrs…?"
"Oh…we're not married." Emma began, startled.
"Not yet honey." Will filled in as he stepped up to the desk, looping his arm around her waist. "We got engaged a few days ago. The ring's still being adjusted." He smiled genuinely at the receptionist.
Letting out a small giggle Emma half-turned to face him. "It just doesn't feel real yet…how lucky I am." She said quietly, relishing the feeling of his arms around her…even if it was just for show.
"Well the very best to both of you. If you'd like to just sign here then I can show you to your room."
Hooking his thumb through one of the belt loops of Emma's jeans Will grinned. "That would be lovely." He murmured as Emma slipped her credit card across the tabletop, her Warrant Card tucked underneath. The girl flipped it open, smiling briefly at them before she scanned the card through.
"Well…everything seems in order." She continued sliding them back across the desk. "If you'd care to sign here."
Emma reached for the pen, flourishing a signature quickly across the line before she turned away from the desk, the key card tight in her hand. Will paused, his eyes scanning the signature before he let Emma pull him forwards. Emma Fletcher…it had a nice ring to it.
Jamming the card back and forth in the door a few times Will let it swing open, holding his arm out for Emma to duck under. "Oh…" Emma stumbled over her feet as she came to a halt. "One bed."
Chuckling Will threw himself down onto it. "Well…we are engaged…darling." He grinned impishly as she rolled her eyes and sank down next to him.
"Don't get your hopes up buddy. Just coz we're sharing a bed doesn't mean we're gonna start sharing a toothbrush." Emma folded her arms across her chest, trying to act like she was in a huff with him.
"Sweetheart…don't give up the day job. You'd make a god awful actress." Will snickered as he too sat upright, looking around the room approvingly. "Oh…yeah about the toothbrush. You don't happen to carry one around with you…because in case you didn't notice uh we have no bags with us. We've just got what's on us." He reminded her and she picked up the customary Bible and thumped herself around the head with it. "Emma I've heard of Bible Bashers…but I don't think you need to take it quite so literally." He smirked as she scowled over at him.
"Right then…I think I need to go shopping." Emma grinned, making Will's face drop. "Don't worry darling you have to stay in case Mr Big Shot next door decides to up and leave." She giggled, shoving her feet back into her shoes and picking up the key.
An hour later as she stumbled from the bus, several bags clutched in her grip she smiled at the girl at reception. Side stepping what could only be one of the men who worked at the Health Spa, she made her way along the corridor to their room. Knocking softly she let herself in rolling her eyes as she saw Will lying back on the bed, Sky Sports flickering across the screen. He had clearly made himself at home.
"Okay lazy bones. I've done my bit. Now you've gotta work out how we're keeping The Hulk next door under tabs if we've got walls and doors between us." She flopped down next to him, the pillow cradling her face as she turned on her side to watch him carefully.
"Done it already doll face. Are you familiar with the squeaky buttons inside children's toys?" He asked, another grin framing his cheeky face.
"Uhhh…yes." She replied cautiously, unsure as to where this was all heading.
"Well can you guess what noise the carpet under his feet is going to make every time he leaves that room?" Will laughed as Emma's face split in two, her arms winding round his neck as she hugged him gleefully.
"Thank fuck one of us has brains…I was thinking we were gonna have to take it in shifts stayin' awake!" Emma said as she flew at him.
Freezing, his hands on her waist Will looked straight into Emma's twinkling eyes, their noses almost brushing as she tumbled down on top of him. "Oh." She breathed, her lips sinking slowly towards his.
"Oh." Will repeated, as his bottom lip touched a fraction to hers…before the tinkling tune from her jeans pocket sent them flying away from each other, Emma rolling across the bed trying to wrestle her phone from the tight material as Will rubbed a hand over his face.
"Hi Sam…yeah it's Emma." She mumbled as she turned to face away from Will.
"So what's been going on?" Sam asked, completely unaware back in her office in Sun Hill what had been going on.
Chancing a glance in the mirror at Will, Emma stifled a giggle. "Oh not much…you know the usual. Chris got off at Brentwood Station and we're sitting in a hotel room right now watching Sky Sports after rigging up some sort of device to alert us when he leaves the room…don't ask…it was all Will." She sighed, grinning as she caught Will's eye.
"Yeah…I just won't bother asking. So you're registered as?"
"Um…Emma Fletcher and Will Keane." Emma giggled as she watched Will fish through the bags that she'd taken back into the room. "We're engaged…apparently." She added as Will threw a pile of clothes at her, holding up a pair of figure hugging jeans and trying them mockingly against himself before watching Emma collapse in a fit of laughter on the bed, Sam's voice issuing from her phone that was held loosely in her hand.
"What's Will doing Em?" Sam laughed as she heard the phone being passed between them.
"Nothing at all. Emma's being a twat. Oops sorry Ma'am…Emma's being silly." Will clapped a hand to his mouth, falling down next to Emma as she pressed a bag into his chest, filled with clothes that were intended for him. "And now we really have to go…keep you updated." He grinned as he turned back to face Emma. "How do you feel about going swimming?"
Her eyes lit up before her face fell again. "We don't have swimming costumes Will." She muttered resignedly.
"Emma dearest…did you never question what privileges come with a Warrant Card? Access to just about everywhere…at just about any time? Now lets go grab something to eat and wait until all the others are outta the pool." He smirked as he pulled her up from the bed. "Ain't you never been skinny dippin'?"
"Err not since I was sixteen and drunk as a skunk." Emma laughed as her eyes crinkled at the corners. "What you waitin' for? Sounds like you've got a great night planned for us."