I'll come 'round your houses and stamp on all your toys!

[hydeforareason]

With Christmas passed and another New Years spent together, the months after just seemed to fly on by.  The routine became commonplace, Peter was a little less clingy, and Sam felt incredibly proud to be the father of that little boy.  He'd nearly forgotten about the little journey to the centre of nothingness where Peter had his tea party with Keats' boss, but everyone forgot the bad times when the good just piled on up.

It was why he smiled up at the tall, blue eyed man that pushed his way into the CID a sunny afternoon in mid Marsh after a fairly mild winter.  "DI Tyler?"

American.  Sam didn't remember him, not right away, but they'd only met briefly.  "That's right, can I 'elp you?"