I usually write in a small fandom for a very old movie but I have a dear friend who loves all things Hallmark, in particular the Good Witch. She was complaining about the lack of stories for this show and having never seen it I binged it over the course of a couple weeks...and well...this is the result.

I am a sucker for Cassie and Sam. I love them. Seriously. Good Witch has so many moving parts I didn't feel I could do an entire cohesive story justice with just one run through so I just wrote little vignettes.

I hope I did your little corner of Middleton justice! It was a lot of fun and Good Witch gained a new fan for certain.

Interruptions

"Hello, Sam."

"Every time," he sighed, shoving his hands into his pants pockets and sauntering over, "One day I'll sneak up on you and …"

"One day," Cassie shot him a smirk and continued digging through a drawer in a desk he couldn't remember seeing before in the Bell Book.

"This new?" he asked, running a hand across the top of the scarred wood, "It looks," he cocked his head and studied the gauged worktop, "..uh, well loved?"

"Just got it in today," Cassie gave the desk a fond pat, "I'm not sure where its proper place is yet but I'm sure it will find its way to where it ought to be," she gave him a soft smile. "You're here. I thought you would be at the hospital till late. Hence the sudden need to do inventory and avoid our empty house," she gestured to a pile of boxes at her feet.

"I did too, but there was a complication with a patient. Irregular heartbeat, so no surgery today. I escaped out the back door," he explained as he reached out and grabbed her hand, pressing a kiss to the soft skin on the inside of her wrist before taking a deep breath.

"Patchouli?"

"And a little honey. See? You are getting better at this. I'll make a believer of you yet."

"Oh, I'm a believer all right," he murmured, nuzzling her palm.

"So, you escaped early and you came straight here?"

"I did. Do I need another excuse to visit my best girl?"

"Your best girl? Are there other girls?" Cassie asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Sam chuckled, tucking a lock of hair behind Cassie's ear, "No," he offered, his voice dropping as he pressed a kiss to lower jaw, "You're the only girl," he murmured into her ear, smirking a bit as he felt her give a shiver. He loved that the thrill of touching her hadn't worn off with marriage. She raised her eyes to meet his, leaning further into his broad chest and biting a bit at her lower lip.

"Good," Cassie laughed, giving him a playful shove and stepping lightly back, "You see that it stays that way. I don't share," she wagged a finger at him.

"You? Not share? You'd give the shoes off your feet to a stranger in a snowstorm if you thought they needed them. We share that enormous house of yours with strangers every week!" He held up a hand, "And don't give me the speech about strangers being friends you haven't met yet."

"True. I do like to help where I can and I'm almost always willing to share, except when it comes to you."

"And movie snacks."

"Mmm, those two do have something in common," she crossed the room and danced her fingertips up the buttons of his shirt before tugging at his tie to draw him closer, "They are both delicious," she grinned and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"You missed," he murmured, sliding his hands to her hips and pulling her close.

"I didn't. I just don't want to start something we can't finish here in the shop."

"I can be quick," Sam offered.

Cassie raised a brow, "Is that what you want to be known for?"

Sam laughed, "You know better, in fact, if I recall this morning you were practically begging me to-"

"Martha! It's always nice to see you."

"I thought you had bells," Sam grumbled.

"Chimes," Cassie whispered, "I took them down during the storm this afternoon."

"Oh, am I interrupting a little lovers tet a tet?" Martha asked with a knowingly sly smile.

"Not at all. Sam was just-"

"Trying to remember something Cassie asked me for this morning," he grinned, enjoying the blush that spread across Cassie's cheeks, "Well, I should go run and pick up the dinner order I put in at the Bistro. I'll see you at home?" Sam asked hopefully, already looking forward to a few hours without the children.

"I won't be long. You should pick up some extra food though."

"Oh, why?" Sam turned, suddenly suspicious.

"I have a feeling Grace and Nick might make it back from the game in time to join us."

Sam rolled his eyes and took a moment to mourn the loss of his private evening, "Of course," Sam leaned in to give Cassie a frustratingly 'in front of the Mayor appropriate kiss' on the cheek but changed course at the last minute. He'd be damned if he was going to let Martha spoil his goodbye.

He reached out and tugged Cassie forward by the hip and pressed his mouth to Cassie's, running the tip of his tongue along her lower lip tugging before he pulled away.

"Mrs. Tinsdale, always a pleasure," Sam winked at the ladies and headed out the door to the sound of merry jingles.

"Well," Martha exclaimed, fanning herself, "I don't know how you manage to stand being around him all the time without, well you know…"

"No," Cassie smiled, "Without what?"

"Well," Martha leaned in and covered her mouth, "Just throwing yourself at him or at the very least pinching that delectable-"

"Martha!"

"Oh please! Married," she wagged her ring finger in Cassie's face, "Married happily, but not blind. The way that man looks at you could start a fire without a match. Half the women in this town are enjoying simply living vicariously through you!"

"I'm sure that's not the case…"

Marth snorted loudly, "He is fooling no one Cassie Nightingale! And neither are you! The fields of flowers he orders, donating all that time to the elder care center so he could butter me up into expediting the purchase of that land where your little tree is," she added, picking up a glass picture frame and giving it a once over before pinning Cassie with a grin, "...or maybe it's the way he thought he was being sly yesterday…"

"Sly?" Cassie asked cautiously, already afraid of what Martha might say.

"Mm hmm, ducking the two of you into the alleyway behind Fenster's Market and putting Disney movies to shame. Liam wolf whistled but you didn't even hear him! Abigail said that all that was missing was the sweeping soundtrack! We all wanted to applaud!"

"Um, all? Whose all?"

"It was so wonderfully picturesque with the snow falling," Martha sighed, "By the way, I don't suppose you'll tell little old me what he whispered in your ear before he left?"

Cassie blushed, "Well, I-"

"Ha! I can see you won't. I'll bet it was very romantic," Martha sing-songed.

"Tom is a very romantic man, Martha."

"He is," Martha added, with a far away smile. "I love him dearly and I wouldn't have missed any of our thirty years together. But if we looked anything like the two of you, we would never get out of bed! I haven't been able to bounce a quarter off his-"

"Grace! Nick!" Cassie practically shouted, thankfully stopping Martha from completing her sentence and embarrassing everyone in the shop.