Hi Guys !

I've intend to translate my fanfictions. You perhaps already know "Dangerous Disease", "What If" and "Die Another Day". That's a story write in 2012 " Sur le même bateau" in french and avaible on but here you've got it in English!

Enjoy and be kind ( yay like always ;) )

Thank you

Julia R.

« On the Same Boat »

Title: On the same boat
Author: Julia R.
Category: Romance
Characters: Mainly William Murdoch and Julia Ogden.
Summary: A new case takes a long time to the detective Murdoch would have the urge to use it otherwise.

Disclaimer: The Murdoch Mysteries series is not for me.
I'm borrowing the characters. I receive no money for this story.

1. An almost perfect dinner.

The night began to fall on Toronto. Lights started to illuminate the streets and buildings and on the way of the cab which an avenue of the city. It stopped its run in front of Toronto police's station four building. The horse who led, briefly shook his mane while the footboard unfolded making loud metallic sound.
Then the door opened and a woman got out. She closed the door behind her and walked without hesitation to the red brick building without paying any attention to the cab, which resumed its way immediately.
She came and gave warm glances and tender smiles to the men that she met on her way to the office of the Detective Murdoch's office. She stopped in the doorway, finding the room empty and dark. She still stood here for a few moments before hearing a voice calling her.

-Doctor Ogden?

Julia turned and looked at the man who stood in front of her.

-Good evening Constable Crabtree, she said gently, Detective Murdoch is not here?
-No, ma'am, he's in town for business.
-Ooh, I see, the young woman sighed, do you know if it will take him a long time and if he goes back to the office again tonight?
-I don't know, said George, shaking his head, you would like to see him for an urgent matter?
-More or less, Julia muttered so low that he hardly heard.
-Would you want me to reach him?
-No, don't do anything, I don't want to bother if he conducts an investigation, I'll wait.
-Very Well, the Constable nodded before giving one last look and leave her alone again.

Julia watched a few moments before sighing deeply and go into the dark room. She did not turn the light because the central plateau was enough to sufficiently light. She walked over to the large wooden table in the center of the room and laid the bag she had brought with her. She lit the oil lamp that was next door before doing the same with another, then a third and finally she put two candles on the table. She carefully took out the other items that were there and put them on the surrounding furnitures around the room. She returned to the table and unwrapped what she brought. Once done, she stopped for a minute to admire her masterpiece and she saw a few men behind the windows of the office who looked with envy what she'd prepared. She smiled shyly and pulled the curtains one by one before reaching the door that remained open. She leaned there and smiled before speaking again.

-I ask you not to say anything to the Detective, it's a surprise.
She saw them nod and then closed the door.
-I know someone who will spend a good evening, he is lucky, Henry sighed bitterly before throwing a glance at the pile of folders waiting.

Night had long fallen now, yet the young woman was still sitting at the table alone in this room that only the flickering candles animated.
She had decided to occupy herself, taking a book she read for long minutes. But after turning many pages, she eventually closed it. She glanced at the clock . Midnight was approaching and she literally was exhausted. She stood up and walked to the office. She took a pen and a piece of paper, she scribbled quickly and she placed it on the table. She took her bag and turned off one by one the lamps and candles, leaving the dark room. She closed the office door behind her and met George who appeared to drink his 100th cup of tea.

-Good evening George, murmured the young woman.
-Good evening Doctor, I 'm sorry that the Detective isn't back yet.
-He has important things to do, an investigation is never predictable. I will see him tomorrow.
-And what about"your surprise?
-We will do that another time, said Julia, smiling but a bit uncomfortable.
-Do you want me to convey a message if he comes here tonight?
-No, thank you don't worry, it will wait.
-Well, in that case good night ma'am.
-Good night George, she replied politely before getting out and leave the building without even looking back.

Detective Murdoch was exhausted from the long day. He had only one desire, to go home for a few hours of sleep, snug in his bed. But alas after these hours to spy on a suspect's case, he had to examine and prepare a comprehensive report. He gave the man to one of his colleagues and went to his office. He opened the door, not noticing the curtains drawn. It is only when he turned on the light that he noticed a change. A pleasant smell reached his nostrils, that of a good meal, a candle that had been extinguished, as well as a delicate rose scent. Then he looked at his office and saw that the huge table which stood in the center, was decorated and furnished with a meal for two, that had not been tasted. He went immediately to it and smiled shyly. His eyes fell on a piece of paper folded carefully and he read slowly.

"Hi William,
I hope you enjoy the dinner, I was too tired to wait for you any longer. Take care of yourself.
Julia. '

William folded the paper again and left the room quickly heading for the office of the Constable Crabtree who was already dozing off.

-George, the suspect will remain there for the night, I will question him tomorrow.
-But don't you want to ask him now? Replied the young man with incomprehension.
-I have something more important to do, simply replied the Detective, good night.
-Good night, George simply said to himself while his boss was leaving in a hurry".

She didn't sleep completely. Julia was always a light sleeper when she was alone. She felt "the bed's" sheets "spread/opened" on her back, someone coming to "sit/lie" beside her. She felt the warmth of a body pressed against hers, traveling hot breath on her skin, fingers stroking her hair. Then she opened her eyes slowly but did not turn yet.

-Forgive me, was whispered to her ear by that deep voice she knew so well".

She did not answer, feeling the lips of the young man putting a tender kiss on her neck. She felt his strong arms pulling her tolards him and his hands slide on her belly. She smiled shyly as he placed another kiss on her shoulder.

-How can I blame you? She murmured softly without looking.
-You came to my office with a delicious dinner and I was not there.
-No, indeed, said Julia, placing her hands on top of his, but you're here now.
-I still have the feeling I need to apologise".

The young woman laughed softly and turned around. She anchored her gaze deeply into his, feeling his eyes read her soul. She couldn't help stroking his cheek tenderly before speaking again.

-William, she sighed, we are married and I know who I'm married to. Even if "I would like to spend more time with you, I know your work takes a lot of your time and I accept it.
-You are not angry then?
-I need much more, replied the young woman, smiling, but on the other hand I'm not against the fact that you're trying to be forgiven.
-And what do I do about it? He said with a smile too.
-Kiss me, she whispered to his lips.

He gave her a soft smile and happily did it. The kiss lasted a long time before they parted then the young woman put her head on his shoulder and they ended up falling asleep entwined closely against one another.

to be continued...