Phil was sat frustrated, staring at the entrance to St Hughs. He was running through his last conversation with his former lover, had he been unreasonable? Or was she being stubborn and not realising what he wanted? With all these ideas swimming around in his head he took his anger out on the steering wheel. Phil forcefully threw his fists at the cross bar, obilivious to the pain he had caused himself. Sam exited the reception onto the car park she looked across at Phil, she made sure she held her eye contact with him, this prevented her from showing how she really felt. It was clear to her how awkward the next 15 minutes were going to be. She had agreed with herself to just focus on the case and nothing else.

Phil started the car as Sam approached, without saying a thing Sam got in and Phil pulled away, both of them couldn't stand the tension betweeen them. Soon enough they joined a queue of traffic, Phil decided to back down and break the silence.

'How was the girl?' Phil asked with he gaze fixed ahead of him even though there was nothing there.

'By that you mean Megan.' Sam replied feeling smug in her response.

'You got a name out of her?' Phil was so shocked he forgot about the coldness between them and looked directly at her. With the sudden movement of Phil's head it caused Sam to do exactly the same. They were staring intensely into each others eyes, any thoughts of the case had escaped both their minds for a brief few seconds.

The sound of a car horn from behind broke the moment they had. If you could call it a moment. Sam brought them both back down to reality.

'Yes, erm.. Megan Scofield. When we get back I want you to run her name through the systems, chances are she won't be on CRIMIN, I will get Jo and Mickey to get on to General Registor Office.'

'Yes Marm,' Phil needed to get on to the sunject of him leaving again, he wanted Sam to realise he was willing to do what she wanted him to do. If she wanted him to stay he would.

'Marm,..Sam, Can I just em.. apoligise about well ... earlier I don't think you understood what I was saying..' Before Phil could finish he was interrupted.

'Well its not rocket science to work out that you've decided to up and leave, and conveniently only telling me one of the many women who you claim to love...' Sam couldn't believe what she had just said shell shocked she looked out the window. Before realising Phil had gone painfully quiet.

'Sorry look lets just concentrate on the case for now. How about we talk about this at the end of shift?' Sam knew she was being completely unreasonable, and felt this was the only way in which they could prehaps come to some civil agree ment.

Phil just nodded in response, at least this will give him time to work out what he was going to say to her.

Back in CID Lorna had just dropped off the mobile that they had found, Mickey jumped to his feet, briskly followed by Jo.

'Do you think we should wait for the DI?' Mickey asked quizically looking towards the phone, that was temptingly lying on the desk right infront of them.

'Well.. this phone could hold vital clues that Sam may need at the hospital ..' Jo raised her eyebrows and looked directly at Mickey.

'I get the feeling your clutching at straws.. but hey I am known for my nosiness. And I can always blame it on you.' Laughed Mickey.

'Give it here.' Jo playfully snatched the evidence bag containing the phone.

Just as Jo went to open the bag the doors of CID swung open and a flustered DI Nixon walked in followed by a rather solumn looking DS Hunter.

'Ok Jo, Mickey the girls name is Megan Scofield, I want you to get on to G.R.O. Check who registered her birth and look for any possible contacts. When you've finished that bring it to me I will arrange a breifing ahead of tomorrow, so we get a early start.'

'Yes Marm, and the phone is back from forensics.'

'Oh great, looks like it won't be as difficult as we first thought,' Sam smiled before taking the phone from Jo and into her office.

Phil slumped back down at his desk, and rested his head on his hands and sighed, Jo looked across at Mickey as if to say, don't even try and tell me theres nothing wrong. Mickey looked up at Phil then back down to his computer, shaking his head. Jo walked over to Phil's desk.

'You alright Sarge,' She said whilst placing a file down on his desk.

'Yeh just great,' Phil replied his voice laiden with sarcasm. He lifted his head out of his hands and leaned back in his chair.

'Jeeze, Don't shoot me..' Jo turned to walk away.

'Sorry... look fancy going to get a coffee, canteen.' Phil stood up attempting to pursuade Jo. He could she she was thinking it over in her head.

'Go on .. please there some thing I need to tell you.' Phil practically pleaded with her.

'Oo well if you had said gossip earlier I wouldn't have taken so long to decide.' Jo laughed and walked out of CID with Phil in tow.

Sam was sat in her office, she had just put the phone down. The press had heard about the girl and were pushing for a conference. She had managed to hold them off till tomorrow, for know. The mobile was still sitting in the evidence bag untouched until Sam reached for it, she turned it on, and luckily there was no pin code. Which Sam had to admit she was incredibly grateful for she really didn't need any more bad news not today.

Although she knew it wouldn't be what Megan would want her to do she had to find answers, she began to flick through her text messages. The inbox only contained three texts, one from a girl called Sophie that read...

Sorry 2 here bout ya mum. You can stay ere wen eva ya want. call mexxxxx

Sam frowned, before making a note of what it said and then continuing down to the next. From G.T

It will be ok, Did you have any luk wit ya dad??? tbxxxxx

So she has a Dad right? Sam sat pondering before reading the last one. From Mum.

I love you xxx Be brave xxx

Sam was mentally putting pieces together in her mind, her mums dead. Thats what the texts were pointing towards. She went on to look into the Phone Numbers.

She made notes of the following numbers, Home, Mum, Dad. With the list she walked out of her office 'Ok Phil, Jo I want you too...' Sam looked around for any sign of life, when Mickey lifted his head

'Gone to canteen to pick up a coffee, they won't be to long.' Mickey smiled.

'Oh well thanks for letting me know' She said to herself 'Mickey could you do me a favour...'

'Yeh can do, nearly finished with the G.R.O.'

'I have a Phone number for her home, I suspect there will be nobody there, because it appears her mum has died.'

'Poor Kid, Do you want me to check it out?'

'Yes please, Jo can finish G.R.O, and when ever Phil decides to come back, he can trace the Mum's mobile number. Can you send him too see me'

'Sure, Listen did you manage to speak to him?'

'Er.. Yes, thanks Mickey.'

Sam turned too leave, she had tried her best to forget her earlier conversation, and just dive head first into her work.