billfan
13-01-2006, 18:11
This Is a what if? Story. What if Phil had died in the tunnel when he got shot. Told from Sam’s point of view. This ones kinda long as I wrote it ages ago. Hope you like it. Please post your opinions after.
I looked down at Phil Hunter, he could drive me crazy sometimes but at this moment in time I cared about him so much. I looked at his eyes and noticed that they were closed. “Phil, Phil! Come on Phil don’t die.” I could hear footsteps getting closer. I tried to find a pulse. No pulse. I broke down in sobs. I half laid over his body. “Please Phil. Don’t die please. I’m so sorry.” I whispered. “I love you Phil. Please don’t leave me. Come back please.” It was no use, I could tell. That didn’t stop me though. DI Neil Manson walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Sam, it’s okay. Come on Sam.” He tried to be comforting. He really was trying even if he didn’t usually care about me. He helped me to my feet then actually hugged me. I was taken aback but I was also grateful. I felt safe in his arms. I looked back down at Phil’s body. I felt so guilty, I should have stopped him from dying at least. At most I shouldn’t have walked on a bit leaving him to lock the car. That was why he’d got shot, because of me. He had a four year old girl that he wouldn’t be able to see grow up. True he hadn’t known about her for the past four years but he was planning on making that up. Neil released me but I started to feel slightly dizzy. I felt so bad and guilty that I collapsed. Neil caught me before I hit my head. He carried me to the two waiting ambulances. One for Phil and just in case I had needed one there was also one for me.
When I woke up I was in a bed at St. Hugh’s. Abigail, my daughter, was sat on a chair beside me. She had dozed off and I could see her chest slightly rise then drop. I sat up and put my head in my hands. Tears slipped down my cheeks silently. I felt a hand gently be placed on my head. At first I thought it was Abi, but when I looked up I saw it was Inspector Gina Gold. We were quite good friends. If I could, then I would tell her everything. “Is he . . .” I started just in case I had been wrong in the tunnel, but the look in Gina’s eyes told me the answer. Phil Hunter was dead. I felt terrible. A mixture of guilt, sadness and loss. “When’s the funeral?” I managed to ask quietly. She looked at me.
“Only go if you feel up to it.” She could tell from my face that I would be up to it whether it was in a week or in an hour. “It’s day after tommorow, Steve (Phil’s brother) has got his mum to help organise it.” I gulped. I wanted to go but would his mum blame me? “I’ll leave you to get some rest. I’ll wake Abi and take her back to the station. She was staying with June last night.” I looked a little worried. “June didn’t have to do that. Plus, what have people been saying at the station?” Gina finally realised what I really meant, not about gossip but about blame, plus why I had collapsed.
“Sam, no one blames you because it wasn’t your fault. The Superintendent has told everyone about Phil’s death.” With that Gina woke Abi who gave me a huge hug then Gina took Abi back to the station with her. I turned to my left side and stared at a cloud out of the window.
After a while I fell into an uneasy sleep. I started having nightmares about what happened in the tunnel. After the tunnel it went on to being at the funeral and half way through Barton street officers would come in and arrest me. I thought I’d heard something fall over and my eyes snapped open. I looked next to me and saw a woman picking up a photo frame Abi had brought with her. It had a picture of Abi and me taken last summer. We were in the garden and it was a really sunny day. I looked at the woman. I didn’t know her so I sat up. “Who are you?” I asked cautiously, the woman looked a little startled. Her eyes looked red though as if she’d been crying for some reason. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to give you this card.” She handed a card saying ‘Get Well Soon’ on the front. I slowly picked up the card, opened it and read what it said on the inside: Dear Miss Nixon, Hope you feel better soon. Superintendent Okaro told me that you were the one who was with my son when he died. Dread rushed through me like jumping into a icy cold bath. I looked up and around but Phil’s mum had gone. I understand that you must have been through a lot and I just want to say I do not blame you. If anything I want to thank you for being there with him. You have been invited to the funeral and hope you can make it as I’m sure he would have wanted you there. I would also like to apologise to you. It must not have been a happy occasion being in that position. Yours Faithfully Lynne and Steve Hunter. When I had stopped reading I felt tears on my face. Thinking about what the card said I rolled over and fell asleep.
The next morning I was discharged and Gina drove Abi and I home. The first thing I did was get my stuff ready for the funeral which would be held the next day. I then picked up the phone and dialled DCI Jack Meadows’ office number. It rang three times before he answered it. “DCI Meadows,” he answered. “Hi guv, it’s Sam. I was wondering if it would be okay for me to come in? I know I’m late but I just want to come in.” I could tell he was thinking it over and after a short wait he said: “Only if your up to it Sam, I’m not forcing you to come in. I’ll tell the DI that you’ll be coming.” I said a quick thanks and bye before putting the phone down. I then went and told Abi. At first Abi wasn’t very keen about me going in but I just told her that it would be better if I went in. Kept my mind off it.
Half an hour later I was walking into CID and sitting at my desk. I looked over at Phil’s desk which had been cleared of all his things. I turned back to my own desk and put the computer screen on. The background came up with a picture of Phil and me at the Christmas party. DI Neil Manson came over to my desk. “Sam, I’ve got a case to do with internet fraud. If you can read through this paperwork, then look up any names that come up."
“Okay,” I muttered. He put the papers on my desk and I started reading straight away. When I was half way through Neil came back out and told me that I could go on a break.
When I came back I got back to work on the paperwork. I didn’t go home till half eleven when Neil came out of his office and told me that piling myself with work won’t be a good way of delaying me of grieving. I realised then that he wasn’t having a dig, he actually was caring. I got up and went to my car. By the time I got home it was ten to twelve.
The next morning I woke up and realised that it was the day of the funeral. At first I didn’t dress in my funeral stuff, I got into ordinary clothes and went for a walk. It was a nice day so I went and walked by the Thames. When I got back home it was half twelve and I had an hour to get ready and to get down to the church.
When I arrived at the church Gina and Jack walked over and greeted me. “How are you feeling?” Jack asked, concern written all over his face. Gina also looked at me a little worryingly. “Feel a bit sick and sad but otherwise fine.” “Are they for Phil?” Gina asked looking at the flowers I had bought on the way over. “Yeah,” I walked towards the church entrance with everyone else. I sat next to Gina and Terry, a DC from work, at the back. The funeral took three quarter's of an hour and then all the guests were led out. Steve, Phil’s brother, Neil, Jack and Smithy were carrying the coffin.
I stayed back when everyone had started to walk back after Phil had been buried. I felt like I had to be with Phil on my own. At the foot of the grave was a stone bench so I sat on one end. I placed the flowers on the muddy patch then sat quietly. Some of the people turned to see where I had gone. Then something that no one, including myself, could explain happened. I looked up and sat beside me was Phil. He was giving his legendary cheeky smile. I reached out and I could actually touch his face. “I haven’t got long so I’d just like to say I love you, don’t feel guilty and also goodbye.” He kissed me gently on the lips then pulled away. As he started fading away I said: “I love you too.” And with that he was gone.
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Bit corny but hey It's me we're on about. Hope you liked as I liked writing it.
I looked down at Phil Hunter, he could drive me crazy sometimes but at this moment in time I cared about him so much. I looked at his eyes and noticed that they were closed. “Phil, Phil! Come on Phil don’t die.” I could hear footsteps getting closer. I tried to find a pulse. No pulse. I broke down in sobs. I half laid over his body. “Please Phil. Don’t die please. I’m so sorry.” I whispered. “I love you Phil. Please don’t leave me. Come back please.” It was no use, I could tell. That didn’t stop me though. DI Neil Manson walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Sam, it’s okay. Come on Sam.” He tried to be comforting. He really was trying even if he didn’t usually care about me. He helped me to my feet then actually hugged me. I was taken aback but I was also grateful. I felt safe in his arms. I looked back down at Phil’s body. I felt so guilty, I should have stopped him from dying at least. At most I shouldn’t have walked on a bit leaving him to lock the car. That was why he’d got shot, because of me. He had a four year old girl that he wouldn’t be able to see grow up. True he hadn’t known about her for the past four years but he was planning on making that up. Neil released me but I started to feel slightly dizzy. I felt so bad and guilty that I collapsed. Neil caught me before I hit my head. He carried me to the two waiting ambulances. One for Phil and just in case I had needed one there was also one for me.
When I woke up I was in a bed at St. Hugh’s. Abigail, my daughter, was sat on a chair beside me. She had dozed off and I could see her chest slightly rise then drop. I sat up and put my head in my hands. Tears slipped down my cheeks silently. I felt a hand gently be placed on my head. At first I thought it was Abi, but when I looked up I saw it was Inspector Gina Gold. We were quite good friends. If I could, then I would tell her everything. “Is he . . .” I started just in case I had been wrong in the tunnel, but the look in Gina’s eyes told me the answer. Phil Hunter was dead. I felt terrible. A mixture of guilt, sadness and loss. “When’s the funeral?” I managed to ask quietly. She looked at me.
“Only go if you feel up to it.” She could tell from my face that I would be up to it whether it was in a week or in an hour. “It’s day after tommorow, Steve (Phil’s brother) has got his mum to help organise it.” I gulped. I wanted to go but would his mum blame me? “I’ll leave you to get some rest. I’ll wake Abi and take her back to the station. She was staying with June last night.” I looked a little worried. “June didn’t have to do that. Plus, what have people been saying at the station?” Gina finally realised what I really meant, not about gossip but about blame, plus why I had collapsed.
“Sam, no one blames you because it wasn’t your fault. The Superintendent has told everyone about Phil’s death.” With that Gina woke Abi who gave me a huge hug then Gina took Abi back to the station with her. I turned to my left side and stared at a cloud out of the window.
After a while I fell into an uneasy sleep. I started having nightmares about what happened in the tunnel. After the tunnel it went on to being at the funeral and half way through Barton street officers would come in and arrest me. I thought I’d heard something fall over and my eyes snapped open. I looked next to me and saw a woman picking up a photo frame Abi had brought with her. It had a picture of Abi and me taken last summer. We were in the garden and it was a really sunny day. I looked at the woman. I didn’t know her so I sat up. “Who are you?” I asked cautiously, the woman looked a little startled. Her eyes looked red though as if she’d been crying for some reason. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to give you this card.” She handed a card saying ‘Get Well Soon’ on the front. I slowly picked up the card, opened it and read what it said on the inside: Dear Miss Nixon, Hope you feel better soon. Superintendent Okaro told me that you were the one who was with my son when he died. Dread rushed through me like jumping into a icy cold bath. I looked up and around but Phil’s mum had gone. I understand that you must have been through a lot and I just want to say I do not blame you. If anything I want to thank you for being there with him. You have been invited to the funeral and hope you can make it as I’m sure he would have wanted you there. I would also like to apologise to you. It must not have been a happy occasion being in that position. Yours Faithfully Lynne and Steve Hunter. When I had stopped reading I felt tears on my face. Thinking about what the card said I rolled over and fell asleep.
The next morning I was discharged and Gina drove Abi and I home. The first thing I did was get my stuff ready for the funeral which would be held the next day. I then picked up the phone and dialled DCI Jack Meadows’ office number. It rang three times before he answered it. “DCI Meadows,” he answered. “Hi guv, it’s Sam. I was wondering if it would be okay for me to come in? I know I’m late but I just want to come in.” I could tell he was thinking it over and after a short wait he said: “Only if your up to it Sam, I’m not forcing you to come in. I’ll tell the DI that you’ll be coming.” I said a quick thanks and bye before putting the phone down. I then went and told Abi. At first Abi wasn’t very keen about me going in but I just told her that it would be better if I went in. Kept my mind off it.
Half an hour later I was walking into CID and sitting at my desk. I looked over at Phil’s desk which had been cleared of all his things. I turned back to my own desk and put the computer screen on. The background came up with a picture of Phil and me at the Christmas party. DI Neil Manson came over to my desk. “Sam, I’ve got a case to do with internet fraud. If you can read through this paperwork, then look up any names that come up."
“Okay,” I muttered. He put the papers on my desk and I started reading straight away. When I was half way through Neil came back out and told me that I could go on a break.
When I came back I got back to work on the paperwork. I didn’t go home till half eleven when Neil came out of his office and told me that piling myself with work won’t be a good way of delaying me of grieving. I realised then that he wasn’t having a dig, he actually was caring. I got up and went to my car. By the time I got home it was ten to twelve.
The next morning I woke up and realised that it was the day of the funeral. At first I didn’t dress in my funeral stuff, I got into ordinary clothes and went for a walk. It was a nice day so I went and walked by the Thames. When I got back home it was half twelve and I had an hour to get ready and to get down to the church.
When I arrived at the church Gina and Jack walked over and greeted me. “How are you feeling?” Jack asked, concern written all over his face. Gina also looked at me a little worryingly. “Feel a bit sick and sad but otherwise fine.” “Are they for Phil?” Gina asked looking at the flowers I had bought on the way over. “Yeah,” I walked towards the church entrance with everyone else. I sat next to Gina and Terry, a DC from work, at the back. The funeral took three quarter's of an hour and then all the guests were led out. Steve, Phil’s brother, Neil, Jack and Smithy were carrying the coffin.
I stayed back when everyone had started to walk back after Phil had been buried. I felt like I had to be with Phil on my own. At the foot of the grave was a stone bench so I sat on one end. I placed the flowers on the muddy patch then sat quietly. Some of the people turned to see where I had gone. Then something that no one, including myself, could explain happened. I looked up and sat beside me was Phil. He was giving his legendary cheeky smile. I reached out and I could actually touch his face. “I haven’t got long so I’d just like to say I love you, don’t feel guilty and also goodbye.” He kissed me gently on the lips then pulled away. As he started fading away I said: “I love you too.” And with that he was gone.
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Bit corny but hey It's me we're on about. Hope you liked as I liked writing it.