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srry i was in the world of my own at frist tilli sent it sorry
great scrpit ....... well done more soon!
Aww, it's so good, aww!! Poor Phil, poor Sam!
(Can't blame Grant - Fan as we've been talking about both Sam and Phil, they're in both The Bill and Eastenders which is funny but the other caharcters are a little give away init? Oh well, just make sure people don't turn nasty againts the user, we all make mistakes!!)
Chapter 8
Sam was sat, in her own little world, at her desk in CID, when Gina Gold walked through the doors.
Gina approached her. “I thought you might still be up here.”
Sam straightened up in her chair. “Yeah”, she said stretching, “I’ve just got these case files to finish off.”
“Sam, have you been here all night?”
“Huh?” Sam looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. Seeing that it was already gone 7 in the morning, and that she had indeed been sitting there since about 9 the previous night, Sam suddenly sprung into action, collecting up all the notes that she hadn’t really touched all night.
“Sorry Gina, I have to go. Abi will be wondering where I am . . . and I start my shift in nearly an hour . . . and I have to change . . .”
She made a move to leave, before Gina placed a hand on her arm, halting her sudden bolt for the doors.
“Sam, Abi is fine, she called here a minute ago to say that she stayed at a friends last night. She said it got late last night and since you didn’t answer any of her calls last night, she assumed that you’d be here working on a case, so she didn’t want to disturb you. She tried your mobile this morning but it was turned off, so she rang the station.”
“Oh, ok then.” Sam sank back down into her seat, sighing as she went.
“Sam, are you ok?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m fine,” Sam avoided eye contact.
Sam looked up to see Gina staring sceptically at her with raised eyebrows.
Sam looked back down at her desk again. “It’s just . . .” She couldn’t seem to find the right words.
“Phil?”
“He didn’t do it Gina.”
“Yes, well, while I very much believe you, it’s not me he has to convince. DPS are not going to take this lightly Sam.”
“I know.”
Gina hated to see her look so defeated. “All Phil has to do is tell the truth and I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
Sam smiled, wishing she felt as confident as Gina sounded.
“I just . . . “
“What?”
“I only just got him in my life Gina. I mean, properly in my life.”
Gina acknowledged this with a nod and a smile, before Sam continued.
“I can’t lose him already Gina, I won’t.”
Sam didn’t usually like to show her vulnerable side, but she hadn’t the energy left to protest when Gina made her way around Sam’s desk, and swept her into a hug.
this is only a short chapter, and i will update later tonight with the next
please keep reviewing
stacy
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Aw, love it. Short and sweet! Don't make them all that short though!! lol. Very good though, I like the way how she's stayed there ALL night! Also the way Gina's all touchy feely in this, lol, makes me laugh. Sam's tougher than she is! Not a problem though. It's good.
awww, as becky said short and sweet!
Chapter 9
“Interview with Detective Sergeant Phillip Hunter commencing at 8.35am. Officers present are DCI Meadows and MCI Keane.” Jack stated for the benefit of the tape. He let Keane take the lead.
“So, DS Hunter, would you like to tell us what happened up at Long Marsh prison yesterday?”
Phil nodded before beginning. “I went to the prison with Zain and Mickey to follow up a lead about Smithy. We were searching through a suspect’s cell, Marty Johnson’s. We heard a commotion coming from downstairs. I said I’d go and find out what was happened. You know, see if I could help or anything?”
“You went alone. You left DC’s Webb and Nadir searching Johnson’s cell?”
“Yeah”, Phil answered.
“Go on Phil”, Jack encouraged.
“I got down to the main dining area, to find two of the inmates had kicked off at each other. They were both really going for one another. I looked past them to see Johnson grinning like some kind of Cheshire cat. I looked back towards the fight to see the guards had begun to regain some control over the situation and when I looked back, Johnson was gone.”
“So you followed him?”
“He’d been stood next to the shower block, so I assumed that’s where he’d gone. He wouldn’t have had time to get any further away from me. I only looked away for a second. I got inside the showers and saw Johnson standing there, but he had his back to me. I walked towards him, and suddenly he just turned and fell on me, covered in blood. I shouted for help and that’s when the prison guards found us.”
DCI Keane was the first to speak. “When you left the cell, had you found anything incriminating in Johnson’s cell? Anything that might link him to Larson or anything to suggest he may have set Sergeant Smith up?”
“Not when I left, no.”
“And you and Sergeant Smith are good friends are you not?”
Phil had no idea what Keane was on about, but answered his question anyway, “I suppose so”, he said with a shrug.
“You have a reputation around here don’t you DS Hunter? As a bit of a bad boy? Likes to get results with minimal work, no matter how many rules you break?”
Phil frowned in confusion.
He wasn’t the only one, as Jack came to his defence before he had time to formulate an answer. “DCI Keane, it is not Phil’s past in question here, no matter how dubious it may or may not be. I think we should remain focused on the particular incident in question here.”
“Ah, but I think that particular past has everything to do with this particular incident DCI Meadows”, DCI Keane told him in no uncertain terms. You see? I think Mr Hunter can be quite good with his fists when he wants to be. Isn’t that right Mr Hunter?”
Phil just looked at the DCI. He actually thinks I did it, Phil realised, He really believed I stabbed Johnson.
“Ok, so you were searching Johnson’s cell and couldn’t find anything to link him to Sergeant Smith, which makes you mad right? Then you hear noises from below, and already hacked off at not being able to help Smithy, you go downstairs pumped, perhaps looking for a fight.”
Jack tried to intervene, “DCI Keane?”
Keane either wasn’t listening, or he was just ignoring him, as he continued on at Phil. “What you find is an already escalated fight, with Johnson, the original source of your anger, who appears to laughing at the situation, maybe even us. He gets some sort of kicks, while your friend is locked up with a bunch of low-life criminals for something you believe he didn’t do.”
“He didn’t.” Phil told him, matter of fact.
Keane shrugged, “Be that as it may, you followed him into the showers and finding yourself alone with him, he began to wound you up. Taunt you. Maybe even insult you. This fuels your already built up anger, as he produces a knife out of somewhere, maybe his pocket. Maybe he had it hidden in the showers. He comes at you with it and you wrestle him to the floor. You fight for several moments, and somehow manage to get on top, knocking the knife from his hand. You pick the knife up, rage taking over, you only see red now, you only see what this scumbag has done to your friend, and you stab him in the chest.” Phil was still shaking his head emphatically. “After a couple of seconds, you realise your mistake. You realise what you’ve done and you shout for the prison guards. Isn’t that right DS Hunter? You gave into your temper, and now a young man is lying in the hospital in intensive care. Because of you.”
Phil lost it, smashing his hands down on the desk and rising to his feet in one swift movement, shouting “No, that’s not what happened.”
There was a knock on the door, Gina Gold popped her head around the door and asked Jack, “Can I have a word please sir?”
Phil sank back down into his chair with a heavy sigh, his head in his hands.
Jack turned back to Phil, “Interview suspended at 8.52am. He switched the tape off.
As Jack and Frank left the interview room, a uniformed office entered to keep an eye on Phil, until the interview was ready to be continued.
As Jack shut the door behind him, he walked over the corridor to where Gina was stood with Keane. He could see that she looked rather distressed.
“What is it Gina? What’s wrong?” he asked immediately.
“Zain just called me from the hospital. Marty Johnson died half an hour ago.”
“Oh great”, Jack said, “That’s just what we need.”
“He had an undetected blood clot in one of his main arteries. They took him into surgery but it was too late.”
Keane was left to state the obvious, as neither Jack nor Gina wanted to. “Then, this is now a murder investigation. We’ll take a 15 minute break, and then I want us back in that interview room.” He walked down the corridor and up the stairs to wards CID, passing Samantha on the stairs, who was on her way down.
Gina turned back to Jack, “How is he?” she asked.
She had looked away before she saw Sam come down the stairs, and both her and Jack were unaware she was silently approaching them.
“Well, if he was alright before, he’s not now”, Jack told her. “He could be on a murder charge and Keane’s already convinced that Phil’s guilty. He really laid into him before Gina, and like he pointed out, this is now a murder investigation.”
Sam felt something stick in her throat as she came up behind Gina.
“Murder?” she all but squeaked.
Gina turned sharply, “Sam? What are you doing? I didn’t know you were there.”
“There’s been some news Sam”, she tried to break it to her gently.
“What kind of news?”
Jack took over, “Zain called from the hospital to tell us that Marty Johnson died half an hour ago Sam.”
“But you’ve cleared Phil of any involvement right?” she asked, the hope plain to see in her eyes.
Gina looked down at her, “We’re doing everything we can Sam.”
Sam felt tears form behind her eyes. “Can I see him?”
i hope people are not too mad at me for this story. i know its really sad - its depresses me when i write it
but you never know, it may have a happy ending *wink wink*
please keep reviewing though
Naughty DCI Keane, I don't like him, he's mean!!!!!
I never liked Keane, he nearly got Jack locked up
he is evil! bbbbbboooooooo!lol
I hate Keane too, he's on a one man mission to make the officers at Sun Hill look bad, Jack, Smithy, Leela and now Phil!! lol! Well in this anyway!
phil!!!! nooooooooo! :wub: hehe great story u best hav a good ending :angry: . keep up the great work :cheer:
Chapter 10
Sam shut the door behind her as she entered the interview room. She vowed to herself that she would try and be as strong for Phil as she could, but one look from those deep brown eyes of his, and she rushed over, allowing him to gather her up in a hug, both with tears streaming down their faces. They stayed that way for several minutes, neither wanting to let the other go.
Eventually, Sam mustered up the will to pull back slightly, her heart melting as Phil reached up to push back a strand of stray hair back behind her ear and whispered “Sorry.”
“What for?” she asked, a bit confused.
“All of this”, he gestured at the room around him, as he let Sam go and walked away from the desk, towards the back of the room. “I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into this.” It took all of his courage to say what he said next, but knew he had to say it; he didn’t want Sam to think she had to stay. “I’ll understand you know, if you don’t want to stay.”
Sam walked up close to him and stroked the side of his face with the back of her hand, “I’m not going anywhere”, she told him, matter of fact. Phil watched as her beautiful face cracked into a smile, if rather sombre, “Whether you like it or not.”
He smiled back, and she stepped up on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.
Then, she took Phil’s arm, encouraging him back towards the desk. They both sat on the desk facing one another, hand in hand, their feet resting on the chairs.
“Phil, there’s something I need to tell you, something’s happened. But I need you to know that this doesn’t change anything. I know you’re innocent and we’re still going to prove it ok?”
Phil just nodded; trying to imagine what Sam was about to tell him.
“Marty Johnson had a blood clot in his leg. It caused him to fit and the surgeons weren’t in time to remove he clot. He died about an hour ago.”
She looked up at Phil, trying to interpret his reaction. He seemed to be in shock, staring into space, with his mouth open, trying to process this new information.
“But . . .” he began, before practically leaping off the desk, scratching his head. “That means . . .”
Sam cut him off before he could say any more, “Phil, listen to me. Nothing has changed. We are going to prove your innocence.” She reached out for his hand, grasping it in both of hers. “The test results should be back today, and then they’ll show us whose fingerprints are on it, and who the real killer is.”
“Oh my god”, Phil whispered, so quietly that Sam barely heard. He looked dup into her eyes, and all she could see was pure fear.
“What is it?” she asked him, as he dropped her hands, turning away with one hand on his hip and the other on the back of his head. “I touched it Sam.” At her frown, he clarified, “The knife? I touched it. When Johnson collapsed, it was right next to me, I picked it up to move it out of the way.” When he looked back at her, there were tears in his eyes, “I didn’t know”, he whispered, “I didn’t know.”
Sam didn’t get a chance to say anything else, or even comfort him, as there was a sharp knock on the door and Gina entered the room. “DCI Keane’s on his way, he’s ready to resume the interview.” She took one look at Phil before motioning for Sam to leave, “Come on Sam.”
Sam walked over to where Phil was still standing and kissed him on the cheek, whispering into his ear, “Just tell them the truth baby. I promise we’ll get through this.”
Sam’s words were the only thing that kept him from breaking down completely as Phil watched Gina usher her out of the room, moments before Jack entered, closely followed by DCI Keane.
Noooooooooooooooo poor Phil and Sam. I love him, don't letKeane be too mean, he makes me angry lol
oooo, look, two updates in on day, im getting good! lol
sorry, but im stealing the name of Dylan for Abi's baby again, hope that's ok! again!
Chapter 11
Once inside the relative safety of Gina’s office, Sam let everything out; she couldn’t hold back the tears any more. Gina just held her while all the pain and the sorrow of the past couple of days came flooding out. She didn’t usually cry, or even show any kind of emotion, but she was too physically and mentally drained to care any more.
“It doesn’t look good does it?” Sam asked. She had tried to sound confident for Phil; she couldn’t imagine how helpless he must feel, but inside, she knew how bad the situation was.
“Mickey called from the prison to say that he’s interviewed most of the prisoners, and most of them have alibi’s. There’s one guy who doesn’t, but he’s due parole in a couple of days, and Smithy reckons he wouldn’t mess up his chances of seeing his son again.”
“So Phil’s guilty then?” Sam all but shouted.
“No Sam, that’s not what I meant”, Gina tried to amend. “Forensics are due in an hour”, she noted looking at her watch. “Then we’ll know who we’re looking for.”
Sam looked down to the floor. “He touched the knife Gina.”
“He what?”
“He moved the knife away from Johnson when he collapsed.”
“Oh, well”, Gina tried to re group. “Well, in that case, there’ll be two sets of prints on the knife won’t there?” she asked.
All Sam could do was shrug. Gina hated to see Sam like this. She was one of, if not the, strongest person she knew and she looked so defeated. Like all the fight had just left her. “It’s just . . . whoever did this had been clever enough to frame a police officer for murder, what if they wiped the knife before Phil got there?”
“Well, lets wait and see on that one shall we?” Gina suggested. She noticed how pale looking Sam was and suggested softly, “Sam, why don’t you go home and get some rest. You were up all night last night and you don’t look too good to be honest.”
“Thanks Gina, but I need to be here.”
“Sam”, Gina said more sternly, “Phil wouldn’t want you running yourself into the ground. Go home. I’ll call you if there’s any developments. I promise.”
Sam knew better than to even try and argue with Gina Gold once she had her mind set on something, and with no energy to even try and put up any sort of fight, she nodded, before leaving the office in search of her bag and jacket.
Sam walked through her front door to find Abi sat in the living room, rocking baby Dylan on her knee, trying her best to get him off to sleep. “Hey”, Abi greeted her mum, before saying “Put the kettle on, I’ll be there in a minute.”
Sam placed her keys on the side table in the hallway, before making her way into the kitchen and clicking the on switch on the kettle.
A few moments later, Abi entered to find her mum sat staring into space at the kitchen table. “How’s Phil?” she asked, genuinely concerned. Despite his somewhat, lets say mischievous, nature, Abi had always been grateful for the way Phil had supported her mum through her whole abduction by Hugh Wallis. She wasn’t sure how her mum would have coped, or even if she’d ever have seen sense, if Phil hadn’t been there for Sam.
“He’ll be fine” Sam said more confidently than she felt. She had already broken down once too many times that day, and she made a promise to herself, and to Phil, right there, that she wouldn’t cry again, unless the unspeakable happened and Phil was convicted. She vowed she would be strong; she had to be, for herself, but more importantly, for Phil.
i think i may have to make it happy soon
it's too depressing, even for me to write, if this really happend on the tele, i would br crying buckets every episode :(
please keep reviewing though!!!
Please make it happy soon!!! I can't deal with this sadness :(
make it happy. i beg of you! please :)
Yeah, make it happy. It's very sad but if you make it happier and he doesn't get convicted then it'll be happier. Wait, that don't make sense. If you convict him then he'll be happy, damn! Ok, third time lucky. If he gets off of the charges then he'll be happy and so will Sam and everyone else, 'cept for nasty DCI Keane, then you can make it go happier from then on and everything.
really good but please make it happy!
The next morning, Sam was up bright and early. She hadn’t really been expecting to sleep all that well and had only gone upstairs to rest her eyes. 8 hours later she had woken up to find it was morning.
Guess that’s what staying up for 36 hours does to you, she thought to herself.
She was desperate to get to the station and see how Phil was doing, but remembered her promise she had made last night and intended to keep it. She had let her vulnerable side show more than usual over the past couple of days, and while she had a good enough reason, she realised that the best way she could help Phil was to do her job professionally, get the results he needed, but more importantly, be there for him, be strong when he needed her.
When she reached he station about an hour later, she went straight up to DCI Meadows office, where she stood outside and waited for an invite. After a few moments of silence, she pushed open to door to reveal an empty office. It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn’t seen anyone from CID on her way up to the office. Granted, she had been in the building less than 10 minutes, but she hadn’t seen anyone, except for a couple of uniformed officers downstairs by the coffee machine.
Weird, she thought, as she closed the office door. As she turned back towards CID she bumped into someone. She was just muttering her apologies, when she looked up to find Phil staring back down at her.
“Phil”, she exclaimed, unable to keep all her joy and surprise out of her voice, as she leaped up to hug him, arms around neck and legs around him waist.
Somehow, he had managed to stay standing, and now Phil smiled an insanely wide grin and stroked her back with one hand, while trying to keep hold her with the other.
“For such a little person, you aint half heavy”, Phil teased, lowering her back down to the floor.
Sam smacked him playfully on the arm, “Oi.” But she was too happy to even shout at him. Instead, she said, “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you up here Phil, but I don’t understand. What happened?”
Phil put his arm around her, leading her towards CID, as he explained, “Smithy got a confession. One of the inmates, Smithy’s mate apparently, the only one who didn’t have an alibi. Smithy told the DCI he didn’t think he could be him, because he was getting parole in a couple of days. He’s got a little boy apparently. Anyway, apparently, he had a history with Johnson, but he wouldn’t help Johnson out around the prison, you know, stamping his authority and whatever. Johnson had his family threatened on the outside. He just went crazy when he found out the other day. He told Johnson he was willing to run errands for him, and when he showed up at the showers, he went mad, stabbing him. He said he heard me coming, wiped the knife and stood against the back wall. Obviously, when I went in, I was facing Johnson, not expecting anyone else to be there and as I was approaching Johnson, he legged it back to his cell, with no-one paying him much attention between the fight that was already happening and me shouting for help.”
Sam had listened to the whole account with wide eyes, but now as they reached the doors to CID, she stood on her tip toes to kiss him lightly on the lips. “So, you’ve been fully cleared?” she just wanted to make sure.
Phil nodded before pushing open the doors to the sound of a tremendous cheer. Everyone in CID was cheering as Phil walked in, followed closely by Sa,.
“Alright Sarge?” Jo asked with a smile.
“I am now I have you to look at again”, he remarked with a wink.
“Good to see some things don’t change”, Jo teased, with a slap to the arm, as she walked past.
“Fancy a drink?” Mickey asked, “I think there’s an overdue celebration.”
“Definitely”, Zain agreed, from across the room.
Phil looked behind him as Sam with a little twinkle in his eye. “What?” she mouthed to him, before he turned back around to face everyone.
“Thanks guys”, he said, “but in that case, I want to make it a double celebration.”
“What do you mean?” Jo asked, speaking for everyone else in the room, who looked just as confused.
He turned and linked his arm around Sam’s waist, pulling her forward a couple of steps so she stood next to him. He leaned down to plant a long, lingering kiss on her lips, for everyone to see.
There was more cheering and yells of “Get in there”, as Sam and Phil became totally absorbed by one another.
yay!!! phil is cleared! loved it xx
woo hoo, cleared of all charges and a lovely kiss!! Aww, makes any girl happy. lol. Very good, great to see that the right choice was made in his conviction. Hopefully your not ending it there though, I want to see what happens with Sam and Phil's relationship! Pleaseeee!!
wow that was brilliant! please please please carry it on!!
ok, well, i know quite a few of you wanted me to carry on with this script, but i've decided not too
*goes running for cover*
please don't be too mad, but i like the ending and i don't want o spoil it by adding crappy chapters
besdies, i've started a new script - obviously about phil and sam - which i hope you all like, although i think it's going to be a little deeper than any of my others
anyway, we'll see how it goes
thanks for all your super reviews of this script though
stacy
xxx
As much as I wouldv'e liked to see more I respect your idea and think your making a good choice. :D also looking forward to reading more of your always fic.
yeah same here! i really enjoyed this story and can't wait to read your new one.
bex
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