Just some random stuff dreamed up. The title says it all.

I can't guarantee quality. I do try though.

Hope you enjoy.

"Right guys shut up!" Abby hit Connor to emphasise her point. "I want to hear about Sam's night"

"We hear about her Thursday nights every Friday morning. We get how this goes! What? Hey! Quit hitting me!"

Connor lurched away from Abby falling off the sofa hitting his head on the floor, narrowly missing Becker and his break time cup of tea. That man may be a calm professional out on the field but if he misses his cuppa there's hell to pay. Jess had only just been forgiven for using the last tea bag a couple of weeks before. They almost felt sorry for amphibian they dealt with that day. The poor thing had no chance!

"Crap sorry Becker!"

The army man pulled his perfect, you're-a-clumsy-idiot face coupled with his eyebrow raise. Then stepped over the older man and sat on the second sofa looking towards Sam.

"Okay" Sammy took a breath to calm herself. "Right. The time to meet was like, 6.30. I got there on time. It was by that corner shop where I met the last guy Fern tried to set me up with. You remember? The one with the green hair? Few weeks back now."

Abby chuckled. "He was the one who had his shirt on inside out and tried to get you to elope right?"

"Yea… after last night I kinda wish I had!"

"What? You said he was a jerk."

"He was a jerk but at least he was honest about it."

Abby pulled a face. "Sam that's disgusting! I don't want a guy speaking his mind anytime he likes to me especially like that!"

"Lemme explain! As I said, I got there on time and there was no-one there. I waited for 15 minutes and texted Fern to see if he'd cancelled or was late. You know if there was a reason he wasn't there."

"You got stood up? You think he saw you then left?" Connor was smacked again. "Ow!"

Sam laughed. "He didn't stand me up. But it kinda set the scene. He turned up late and didn't even have the decency to call or text to give a warning. Plus it was freezing last night. And he really didn't have a problem with my looks." She paused as she watched them. As always, they waited expectantly like good little listeners. "Alright! He spent the entire evening staring at my chest."

"He what?"

"Yep. Seriously. From the second we sat down he never looked up!"

"What a perv!"

"It's hard not to sometimes. You ask for it." Abby glared at Connor and raised her hand. Connor jumped back off the sofa and raised his hands in defence. "She wears revealing tops! It's not like I WANT to look! .. No offence Sam."

"When you're in a hole…"

Connor mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

"As if that'll last" Muttered Abby. "Go on."

"You know full well I don't get to chose my clothes on these things. I'd rather be able to go on a date in my work clothes; much comfier."

Becker spoke up, holding his mug in both hands. "You're not allowed to take any guns."

"Don't you want lil' old me to be able to protect myself?" Sam feigned a hurt voice, flirting slightly.

"I'm actually trying to give the guy a chance!"

"Oi! Nah you're probably right." The group laughed. "But really. For once Fern didn't put me in anything that low cut. I think it's cause of the yelling I gave her."

"Was that after the time the guy pulled your top down."

"Would you STOP obsessing over that! It wasn't funny! We were in a park for gods sake! There were chidren in the area!"

Connor just continued laughing and ducked out of reach.

"Anyway! It wasn't that revealing. In comparison... But I mean… Urgh. God! Becker?"

He looked around from making his next cup and tilted his head in acknowledgment.

"You take a girl out on a date. What do you do?"

"Um..? You're going to need to give me something more than that."

"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!"

"Christ Connor shut up! What's wrong with you?"

"Becker, when you take a girl out. What do you do? What do you talk about?"

Becker's demeanour change and if the others didn't know any better they'd say he were embarrassed. He fumbled over words for a few seconds and then just said, " It depends"

"When was the last time you were on a date Becker?" Connor poked his nose in. "Ooh don't tell me! It was they girl that asked for your number after you saved her from falling out of a window. Which was after she escaped the creature but she tripped on her own feet fifteen minutes AFTER we'd got it contained!" Connor was nearly screeching in his excitement to get the words out and embarrass Becker.

Jumping to the rescue of her boss Sam cut in.

"Yeah, that doesn't matter anyway. My point was I'm sure Becker would be polite and look at her in the eyes not anywhere else." She paused as the soldier started to go red. "Hmm, maybe I'm putting too much faith in the man… Okay. I'm sure he'd be a bit more subtle!"

The girls started laughing.

"Have we missed something?" Becker raised an eyebrow.

"Since when have guys ever been subtle when it comes to checking a girl out? We know every time it happens."

The guys looked uncomfortable.

"So…" Becker grasped for straws. "What did you do to him?"

"What makes you think I did anything?" The group just looked at her. "Okay. I didn't actually have a chance to do anything to him…"

"That's what she s- OW!"

"Although there was a moment when I was tempted to yell that 'I have a face and it doesn't consist of two boobs!'" Sam placed a hand over the top of her chest to emphasise her point. "Thankfully he didn't come on to me at the end. I managed to cut the date short too. So I never actually hurt him. I'm sick of the guys Fern's been trying to set me up with. How she got married to a decent guy I don't understand!"

"I thought you said she's a total flirt."

"Yeah, I suppose that helps." Sam grinned cheekily and they laughed again.

"Who's next week?"

"I dunno. It's Becky's 'turn' to chose someone for me. Knowing her it's going to be some self obsessed pretty boy."

"Well we all know you prefer the pretty boys. They're the only one's who get second dates."

"THAT'S IT!" Connor scampered and Abby chased after him.

"Back to work?" Becker smiled back at Sam and nodded. Sam thought of the paperwork that'd piled up on their desks and sighed.

"Crap."

There may be more to this. Tell me what you think if it. It will make me very happy. Thanks.