It was 5.55am, and Sam was awake, she felt as if she had been awake for hours, and in reality she probably had been. The thoughts that had consumed her during the day refused to leave her to rest, all she could think of was Phil. She switched on the lamp and hit the reset button on her alarm clock. There was no way that she would sleep through it today. She climbed out of bed and began to get ready, today was the day that she would get her man back. She walked to her wardrobe and picked an outfit that she knew Phil liked. Thinking back to one particular day, the day that Phil had said those three words, it was etched into her memory forever. The day had started with Phil driving Stuart crazy, like that was unusual, and had ended with Sam admitting that she did need to be rescued, but only occasionally. But she didn't let him rescue her in the end. No what had she done, but run away, and nothing had been the same since. That ends today she thought, determined to make this the best day of her life.

It was 6.45am and a piercing shrill awoke Phil from his dreams, dreams of perhaps Sam, not that he would admit that to anyone. He groaned as he pulled himself from his bed, wondering what today would hold. He remembered that there was a big meeting with Uniform and CID to go over yesterday's drug arrests and the next steps that the Super had to tackle the drug problems on the estates. He walked to his wardrobe and put on one of his trademark suits and headed for work. Determined to today discover what Sam had wanted to tell him yesterday and perhaps make this a day which wasn't so unusual.

Sam arrived at Sun Hill just after seven, pulling into the car park, she noticed that Phil had not yet arrived. That didn't however surprise her, he was often late, it was one of the things that frustrated her madly about him. He had maybe changed in many ways since the day she first met him, but his punctuality was not one of them. But today perhaps this wasn't a bad thing, it might give her more of a chance to practice what she wanted to say. Because truthfully, she had no clue, she picked up her bag, locked the car and headed into the station. Making her way up to her office, she was greeted to a series of "Morning Guv" from many of the relief to which she smiled, hoping to avoid a conversation because she felt as if she would blurt out something that maybe she would later regret. She reached her office, closing the door quickly behind her, there was a note on the desk, she recognised the writing it was Neil. Reminding her that they had a meeting this morning, she rolled her eyes, as if she would forget. The note told her that the meeting was at eight and that he would be back soon. She sat down at her desk switched on the computer and began to type, hoping that something other than thoughts of Phil would fill her head.

Phil arrived at Sun Hill at around 7.30, he was on time today, he didn't want to make a grand entrance into the meeting, especially since all of the top brass was going to be there. He could get into enough trouble without being late today. He left his car and headed into work. The doors swung open and there was CID, the place that had changed dramatically since he first arrived. He caught sight of Sam through her window, she was busy typing away, he wondered what she was doing, but decided that it would be better to leave it alone, at least for the moment. He reached his desk and sat down, as he did papers flew to the floor. One day he should really get around to clearing up, he looked around, nobody else had a desk like his, everything else had perfect looking and organised, especially Stuart. But then there was no one else like him, was there, that was part of his charm.

The meeting started and was full of the ordinary policing matters, Sam had to speak about the two she had caught the day before and amazingly she was able to concentrate to deliver what she thought was a good briefing. But as soon as that was over, she had no idea what the rest of the meeting involved. Luckily Jo seemed to be taking a keen interest and was nodding along in agreement. Sam hoped that she would be able to ask her later on, and spare the total embarrassment of having to ask Neil. If she had to do that she would never live it down. Her relationship with Neil was a strange one, she was not sure how he felt about her and having to share what had been his job and his alone.

Phil sat there next to Mickey and Terry actually listening to what was being said. In the past he never really listened, as he knew that Sam would have always filled him in. However since she was now the DI, this didn't happen anymore and he had needed to learn to pay attention. In some respects this was the hardest part of being separated from Sam, they hardly ever worked together, and he couldn't have Sam tease him for his lack of concentration. Then out of the blue, it was her turn to speak, he glanced up at her, hanging on every word, she really was a good inspector, she was passionate and strong willed when it came to the job, nothing ever really stood in her way. She was committed to catching the bad guys and did so often, Phil sighed to himself as he remembered the good times, before everything had become so complex.

The meeting ended and the room was clearing out, Sam remained behind, trying to listen intently to what the DCI was saying but yet again her mind began to wander. The last she had heard was something about a surveillance job involving the associates of the dealers in custody. Then suddenly the DCI and Neil were staring at her, obviously she had missed something, "Phil" she mumbled to herself, but they had both heard her, and suddenly she heard the two men agree. But what had they agreed on. Luckily she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.