The woman was struggeling in the centre of the room hancuffed to the foot of the bed. Her arms were behind her and the key was tauntingly a few feet in front on the soft cream carpet. Her blonde hair was loose half covering her face, her grey eyes sparkled as if half amused by the situation. Her jean jacket was joose half way down her arms resting on her waist. She wore Jeans and a pale pink top with socked feet.

"This isn't funny Phil!" Sam yelled a laugh in her voice,

There was laughter from outside the door before two children entered. A blonde girl of about three supporting a little boy of around two. He had messy brown hair that resembeled Phil Hunters greatly. Both were dressed in miniture Police uniforms and had toy guns and handcuffs although the ones around Sam's wrists were Phil's very real ones. The little boy picked up the key before waddeling out a huge grin plastered across his face. Sticking her tounge out at Sam the girl followed him.

"Lou! Ryan!" Sam yanked once more at the handcuffs.

A moment later the door opened once more. Ryan and Louise came running in followed by Phil. Phil had a teasing glint in his eyes. Ryan was still clutching the key in his chubby hands. Not completely steady on his feet he stumbeled the key flying inches away from Sam though still she couldn't unlock the cuffs.

"Have we been a bad girl?" Phil asked a smirk playing across his mouth.

"Bad Bad!" Ryan giggled jumping,

Louise tutted shaking her blonde head and wagging a finger.

"Just like her mother," Phil grinned picking up the key and unlocking the cuffs.

Sam tickled Louise pulling her in to her lap laughing,

"Me too, me too!" Ryan pouted. In minutes the family were tickeling each other and laughing together.

It was about four years since Phil and Sam had first been an item. Since Sam had been abducted. About three since the wedding. Sam had found out that night that she was two months pregant to their delight. Things seemed to be working out fine. There had been one major fight when Phil had ended up spending the night at Zains but apart from that arguments were rare and the atmosphere was a happy one.

Phil's phone rang and reluctantly he got up to anwser it. Re entering the room he seemed unsure whether or not to be pleased.

"What?" Sam asked

"The DI's got an undercover for us, he wants us down there asap for a briefing,"

"We don't have a babysitter,"

Phil shrugged,

"Take them with us?"