The outsiders ( Discontinued )

Seven

Song for this chapter is: We belong by Dove Cameron

Authors POV

It had been three hours after questioning and talking with the rest of the police.

" I thought you heard me tell you I saw someone that had looked suspicious. But I guess I was wrong. Still, we might have another chance to catch him." Sam said.

" How?" Y/n asked.

" Well..."

" Well, Leo said they caught the guy on the cameras. He called and said Mark gave him the orders to send us home." Sam said. Y/n frowned. " What?! I thought we were here to catch the guy? We didn't get him so we can't go home!" Y/n protested.

" Y/n, look, we didn't get him. It's fine. They'll just send out another team. It's not a big deal and besides you got hurt on the job." Sam reasoned. Normally he was the one with the temper but now, it seemed as though the roles had switched. " Hurt on the job? Sam I didn't even get hurt doing my job. I got hurt because of me. " Y/n argued. Sam sighed, beginning to get annoyed. " Y/n-" Sam began.

" No don't you dare." Y/n said, standing up. " We are not going anywhere until that guy is caught. So, we're going back to the hotel, and we're gonna stay there until they respond." Y/n said, grabbing her jacket and taking her shoes off. Sam gave her a funny look. " why the hell are you taking off your shoes?" Sam asked.

Y/n ignored him and dug for some sneakers in her bag. " they're uncomfortable." Y/n said, grabbing out the sneakers and putting them on.

Now the two sat in a hotel room, showered and laying in the large bed. I guess no one mentioned it before but...

There's only one bed

So, naturally, the two had to sleep together. " I feel like shit." Sam said, flopping down on the bed. Y/n however paid no mind to him. Instead she was on her phone. " what are you doing?" Sam asked.

" Playing a game." Y/n responded. " what game?" Sam asked, resting his head on his arms. " Solitaire." Y/n responded. Sam thought for a second. " what's that?" He asked.

Y/n looked at him confused. " you don't know what Solitaire is?" She asked him. He shrugged and said " no fucking duh if I asked what it was dumb ass. Just explain." Sam said.

Y/n shook her head grinned before showing him her phone. Y/n had on some black tights that were high rise, with a large f/c tank top. " Okay, so here's how you play." Y/n said, tapping on some of the cards and placing them in a order. " you need to get them down to two and it has to be in black and red order. You start with king and end with two." Y/n explained.

Sam stares at the screen confused. As y/n began to move the cards around, Sam began to understand the game. " Wait, your on a time limit?" Sam asked. Y/n nodded. " yes and no. Yes because it shows how long it took you to solve the game but, no because that doesn't affect you." Y/n said.

As Sam began to learn the game, his mind could only wander to how he assumed James would be into this kind of stuff. So why was he learning this? Instead of dwelling on the thought he decided to just spend time with Y/n. This was probably the closest the two of them had ever been and this was outside of work. His feels had almost completely spiraled out of control and as calm as he looked on the outside, he was well aware of the pounding of his heart and how loud it was ringing his ears.

He tried to keep his gaze focused on the phone in front of him and focus on Y/n's words but it seemed like no matter how hard he tried it wouldn't work. Y/n was all to captivating in his eyes to not stare at her for hours. Then, that thought came. His mind began to wander.

How soft were her hands? Were they as soft as he imagined? Were her hands warm or cold? Would she let him hold her hand whenever he'd like or would she get embarrassed? Would her hugs be safe and comforting the way Sam had hoped? Would she see him as him or possibly the monster he believed he was? Could she love him the way he loved her?

Maybe he would never know.

However, his thoughts were no different from her's.

Would his hands fit perfectly with her's? Were they as calloused as they seemed while training? Were his hands as warm as her's or cold in contrast? Would his hugs gentle and protected the way she assumed? Would he see her as someone who loved rather than an object? Could he love her the way she loved him?

Had she been hiding it all too well? Maybe. She wasn't sure. But when she had hinted to Mark that Sam should go with her on the case, she was grateful that Mark agreed, picking Sam to go with her instead of Leo. Maybe this was the type of vacation she needed. Instead of it being filled with police work and meeting's. Sometimes Y/n would wonder why she chose to be a officer and not a regular civilian. But, Y/n was happy she didn't. If she didn't she would have met her friends and most importantly Sam.

As much of a hot head as he was, he still managed to catch her attention. However, Y/n still had yet to register her own feelings. Did she love him? She wasn't sure. She wasn't even sure if it was infatuation. She just knew that she wanted to be with him all the time. She wanted to be with him a lot, hug him and cuddle with him. But for Y/n this was hard for her to call it love.

She hardly even knew him. Just that he was her co-worker and that he could get irritated easily. In some aspect of it all, Y/n wasn't sure what to label her feelings towards him as and if they were even valid enough to say that it was love for him.

Was it??

Before Y/n could continue thinking. A voice pulled her from her thoughts.

" Hey y/n, someone's texting you..."