''I'm shagging her.'' Rachel smirked, watching her best friends husband's expression. He stared glumly at the TV, "I'm kidding..." She laughed, trouble was. She wasn't.

Janet Scott stared at her computer screen, her hands moving over the key board with ease as she typed up her Witness Statement for the Vicky 'Porn star' murder case. She had, had the joyful job of keeping an eye on the porn star. But she'd rather that then Rachel's job which was too watch her hardcore movies.

Rachel...

She smiled, her best friend.

No, she was more then her best friend. She was her life. Her work partner.

"Fucking 'ell, it's fucking freezing out there." Speak of the devil, Janet looked up as Rachel herself wandered into the room, snow in her hair and on her coat. "My fag turned to fucking ice."

"I can see where my daughters get their potty mouths from." Janet said blankly, watching her friend take her coat off and drape it over her chair before sitting down.

Rachel rolled her eyes, head in hands. "You still on that statement, Jan?"

The blonde nodded, "Needs to be done for her royal highness by tomorrow."

"Ugh," She sat back in her chair, nails tapping the wood of her desk. "How fucking boring. Why doesn't the mega bitch just do it herself?"

"Because she asked me too." Janet smiled, "Now stop distracting me."

"You didn't say that last night..." Rachel smirked, her head tilting to the side so a lock of hair fell in her face.

Janet resisted the urge to get up and brush the hair from her eyes, she shook her head. "I have to get this done..."

"You're always working, Jan." Rachel whined, she moved from her chair and prowled slowly towards her friend. "Come on, let's go home...have a bath, some wine..."

"As tempting as that sounds, Rach. I can-" She was cut off when she felt Rachels lips on the side of her neck. The bitch.

"Please?" Rachel whispered softly, nipping the skin. "I'll make it worth your while."

Janet turned her head, and smiled as Rachel moved her mouth close to her own. They were so close that she could alreayd imagine how Rachels mouth would feel on her own...

"Hello ladies." The girls jumped from each other as if they'd been burnt as Kevin strolled into the room smugly.

Ugh, fucking Kevin...