So, I did give it a try in the end. Enjoy, Casey
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pairing:    Gina Gold/Samantha Nixon
rating:     PG-13
genre:      humour?

archive:    Jasmine Alley, BritSlash, if they want it, everyone else
            please ask.
disclaimer: The Bill belongs to Thames Television and ITV. No
            infringement of copyright intended.

summary:    Sam is so peeved that she wasn't asked on the girls' night
            out, that she confronts Gina.


TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS
by elf boy


At 11am, Gina Gold was lighting up her third cigar, in an attempt to
forget how hungover she was feeling after last night. Sam had summoned
Gina to her office and was now watching her fellow Inspector from behind
the desk, eyes glaring from under that delightful blonde fringe. That
morning, DI Nixon seemed more like a pouty 18-year-old schoolgirl than a
38-year-old acting Detective Inspector. Gina idly wondered how Sam could
manage to look so innocent, when this was about as far from the truth as
one could get. "Well...? I'm still waiting for an answer, Gina," Sam
said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"I don't know what else you want to hear from me. There's nothing to
apologise for," Gina said, waving the little glowing stick in front of
her.

"Oh, so you think that CID wasn't good enough for your cushy little
girls' night out?"

Sam's face was rather attractively flustered and a few strands of hair
had come loose from the clip that she loved to wear, keeping her long
hair tidy and looking professional. "It was only supposed to be the
girls from Uniform, not the whole bloody station. I didn't ask June to
come along either, did I?" Gina briefly cringed at the thought of
involving June Ackland in a raunchy dance with the relief girls.

Sam threw her head back, laughing sarcastically. Before parade this
morning, she had caught Cass in the ladies', boasting about how she had
sandwiched Gina between herself and Robbie. How they had pressed
themselves against her, all three writhing to the pumping rhythm of some
chart-topping girl-band. Before a gobsmacked Gemma was able to ask for
more details, they had noticed Sam in the mirror, standing right behind
them. Cass had quickly excused herself from Robbie and Gemma, with an
acknowledging "ma'am...", muttered vaguely in Sam's direction.

"The real reason, Gina. I'm waiting," Sam impatiently tapped her pen on
the desk, "or do I have to extract it from you?"

"Depends on what you mean by that," Gina grinned, stubbing out her cigar
into a saucer, that had gone astray on the filing cabinet. It had been
at least two nights, since Gina had been able to have her wicked ways
with Sam and then she had left her high and dry. This was the only
reason Gina could think of, why her lovely Samantha would be so on edge.
Before Gina could ponder on this any further, Sam charged out from
behind her desk and had her pinned to the wall, well out of sight from
the CID squad room.

"I think you know pretty damn well what I mean by that," Sam said
through gritted teeth, restraining her against the wall, keeping Gina's
hands wedged behind her back. Like every other copper in the Met, Sam
knew that her basic training at Hendon always proved to be the most
invaluable thing she had acquired in the last 20 years.

Gina raised one eyebrow and sighed.

"There's nothing more I can say, except that I'll try and make it up to
you," she purred in the direction of Sam's enticingly heaving breasts.

Which was exactly what Sam had been hoping for. And as she lowered her
mouth onto Gina's neck, she popped the buttons of her own blouse with a
free hand. "It's probably safe to let go of my hands now," Gina remarked
in her usual motherly tone.

As soon as Sam released her, Gina sneaked her hand between their bodies
and slowly cupped her fingers around the lace of Sam's bra. In Inspector
Gold's book, urgent business was best dealt with straight away.


The End.
-- Elves on Speed - slash from The Bill, Due South and the Manics
http://www.geocities.com/elves_on_speed