There's nothing quite like it is there? The buzz in sending bad guys to jail and saving the victims? Being able to save someone's life is the best feeling in the world- sorry I'm rambling. Ignore me'

'You are not rambling. It's nice to meet someone who shares the passion for the job in the same way I do. You are right; it's the best feeling in the world'

Olivia smiled, and topped up the glass with the last remnant of shiraz out of the bottle. She had enjoyed herself so much more today than she had envisaged. She and Peter had so much more in common that she had ever thought possible. She loved her friends, but it had been forever since she'd had an in depth conversation.

Peter drained his glass and sat for a minute, watching Olivia sip her wine from her glass. The two of them had been sat in the pub for a while now, just chatting. They both loved their jobs. One thing they were both agreed on was that there was no feeling in the world quite like the buzz of it. It was the part of the job they both loved. Peter had been surprised that Olivia actually enjoyed paperwork. He absolutely hated paperwork- it made him nod off. But not everyone was the same.

'Earth to Peter?' Peter jumped, feeling Olivia's hand on his, having seen Peter wrapped up in his own thoughts.

'Sorry… I was just thinking you know…'

'Not unless you tell me I don't. What is it?'

'Nothing really… just how we seem to get on instantly… there is a connection or something. Or am I completely off the ball?'

'No, no, I thought the same. I think we are going to be firm friends'

'Right… yes… friends' Peter faltered, suddenly finding himself tongue tied. Looking down at Olivia's hand on his he swallowed uncertainly and moved away.

'Oh my god… look at the time! I didn't reliaze it was so late"

'Well we'd better get going. I have an early start in the morning anyway, and after two bottles of wine, I need some sleep to have clear head'

'Can you not handle your drink Mr Stone?'

'I can, but I don't think my clients would appreciate me being hungover in the morning.

'You have a wise head upon your shoulders Mr Stone'

'It has been said Miss Benson'

'I bet it has'

'Come on, let's go.'

Olivia got up from the table and wobbled slightly in her shoes. Peter grabbed her gently, wrapping an arm around her waist.

'Okay?' Peter asked gently

'Okay.' Olivia replied softly, her breath catching in her throat.

Peter smiled and helped Olivia outside of the pub. Conveniently there was a taxi parked outside and Petet went over to him.

'There's another one on the way. You get this one, and I'll get the next one. I'm sorry I kept you out so late'

'Don't be sorry Peter, I'm not. Tonight has been the most fun I've had in ages'

'You want to do it again sometime?'

'Yes, absolutely.'

'Great, I'll text you then yes?'

'Perfect'

Olivia smiled and Peter and found himself staring at her, suddenly entranced and drawn to her.

'Go, before you I keep you out any longer'

'You will text me yes?'

'I promise.'

'Good.'

Olivia jumped into the back of the taxi and waved out the window as it drove off. Peter watched it go and stood for a moment, buried in his thoughts. Well, just one constant thought.

Olivia.

As the taxi drove off, Olivia sank down into the leather of the seats, smiling to herself, her mind thinking of only one thing.

Peter.

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