FIC:In the Line of Duty, Green Cortina, Sam/Maya
Title: In the Line of Duty
Author: chelseagirl47
Recipient: mayblossom
Rating: Green Cortina
Word Count:
Notes/Warnings: The prompt was for Sam/Maya h/c with a happy ending, in 2006. I think this probably takes place in 2004 or 2005. Hope you enjoy.
Summary: Maya rushes to an injured Sam's bedside.
“You’re a strange one, you are.” Maya Roy shook her head. “First you tell me not to follow my instincts, and then you go off like that.”
Sam couldn’t quite meet her eyes. “You were right, Maya. You were right all along. But there was no other way to get something we could use.”
Maya reached over, and stroked Sam’s soft hair, gently. “Still, Sam, you didn’t need to go get yourself shot.”
“I didn’t.”
“But . . . I thought . . .”
Sam chuckled, softly. “I slipped on a patch of ice.”
And found himself on the receiving end of a gentle but not inconsiderable slap. “I was worried half to death about you. Reynolds said you’d been wounded in the line of duty and all I could think was that you’d been shot going after Billy Thompson.”
“Maya, when have you ever known me to be that incautious?”
She bit back half a dozen things she could have said. When she’d first known Sam, he was as in touch with his instincts as she was herself. He’d had a real passion for the job. But now, since he’d made DCI, it seemed he was getting frozen under all the paperwork and procedures.
Sam pulled himself up in the bed, losing half his duvet as he went. “It’s only a sprain, but it’s a bad one. Doctor said I should stay off it for at least a couple of days, then it’s crutches for a fortnight.”
He looked so vulnerable, half-sitting and half-lying there, that Maya just wanted to slide in next to him, to snuggle up and keep him warm. She reached over to straighten his covers, and his hand met hers, caught it and kept it clasped in his.
“I don’t understand, though. If you weren’t talking about the Thompson case, what did you mean about something we could use?”
Sam blushed slightly. “I thought you knew. I slipped on a patch of ice at the Christmas market, looking for this.” He reached into the bedside drawer, and produced a small, brocade-covered box, which he handed to her. “I know you’re not ready to get engaged. I respect that. But Maya, will you move in with me?”
She opened the box, and inside was a lovely handcrafted silver key-ring, in the shape of a silver heart. On it was a familiar-looking set of keys.
He looked at her, eyes full of hope. For a moment, the doubts she’d been having rushed to the surface. But only for a moment. She loved him; she’d never felt quite this way about anybody else.
Maya slid the keys into her jacket pocket. “Yes,” she said, and nothing more. And then she slipped off the jacket, and her shoes, and climbed into bed beside him. They lay there like that for a long time, Sam flat on his back and Maya on her side, her arm around him. “I love you, Sam Tyler,” she whispered.
“And I love you.”
Author: chelseagirl47
Recipient: mayblossom
Rating: Green Cortina
Word Count:
Notes/Warnings: The prompt was for Sam/Maya h/c with a happy ending, in 2006. I think this probably takes place in 2004 or 2005. Hope you enjoy.
Summary: Maya rushes to an injured Sam's bedside.
“You’re a strange one, you are.” Maya Roy shook her head. “First you tell me not to follow my instincts, and then you go off like that.”
Sam couldn’t quite meet her eyes. “You were right, Maya. You were right all along. But there was no other way to get something we could use.”
Maya reached over, and stroked Sam’s soft hair, gently. “Still, Sam, you didn’t need to go get yourself shot.”
“I didn’t.”
“But . . . I thought . . .”
Sam chuckled, softly. “I slipped on a patch of ice.”
And found himself on the receiving end of a gentle but not inconsiderable slap. “I was worried half to death about you. Reynolds said you’d been wounded in the line of duty and all I could think was that you’d been shot going after Billy Thompson.”
“Maya, when have you ever known me to be that incautious?”
She bit back half a dozen things she could have said. When she’d first known Sam, he was as in touch with his instincts as she was herself. He’d had a real passion for the job. But now, since he’d made DCI, it seemed he was getting frozen under all the paperwork and procedures.
Sam pulled himself up in the bed, losing half his duvet as he went. “It’s only a sprain, but it’s a bad one. Doctor said I should stay off it for at least a couple of days, then it’s crutches for a fortnight.”
He looked so vulnerable, half-sitting and half-lying there, that Maya just wanted to slide in next to him, to snuggle up and keep him warm. She reached over to straighten his covers, and his hand met hers, caught it and kept it clasped in his.
“I don’t understand, though. If you weren’t talking about the Thompson case, what did you mean about something we could use?”
Sam blushed slightly. “I thought you knew. I slipped on a patch of ice at the Christmas market, looking for this.” He reached into the bedside drawer, and produced a small, brocade-covered box, which he handed to her. “I know you’re not ready to get engaged. I respect that. But Maya, will you move in with me?”
She opened the box, and inside was a lovely handcrafted silver key-ring, in the shape of a silver heart. On it was a familiar-looking set of keys.
He looked at her, eyes full of hope. For a moment, the doubts she’d been having rushed to the surface. But only for a moment. She loved him; she’d never felt quite this way about anybody else.
Maya slid the keys into her jacket pocket. “Yes,” she said, and nothing more. And then she slipped off the jacket, and her shoes, and climbed into bed beside him. They lay there like that for a long time, Sam flat on his back and Maya on her side, her arm around him. “I love you, Sam Tyler,” she whispered.
“And I love you.”