Sheelagh Murphy...A sweet girl who would never set out to hurt someone, but had been hurt many times herself. A woman who had been through hell for love and came out with misery. And all she wanted was somebody who cares.
Samantha Nixon...A 'strong' woman who didn't value herself enough to show real emotions. She could handle anger, frustration, sadness when things were desperately sad and love for only person, her daughter Abigail. But Abigail, though she felt it, didn't show love back to her mother as she felt that Samantha cared more about her work than her child - A quite reasonable accusation.
Samantha sat at her desk in CID at Siun Hill police station pretending to do work when she was really just daydreaming about God knows what. Two uniformend officers walked through the CID doors - Gabriel Kent and Sheelagh Murphy. It wasn't until they were approaching Samantha's desk that she noticed them.
She pasted on a small smile. She was hardly pleased to see PC Kent but as for Sheelagh...Well she didn't know. She supposed she felt sorry for Sheelagh, with everything she's been through, the two had always gotten along after all, not the best of friends but they liked each other.
'Morning sarge' Sheelagh said sounding exhausted, understandably.
'Morning Sheelagh, how've you been?'
'Fine, thanks' She lied
'What can I do for you?'
'I've been asked to update you on the King rape case.'
'And what about PC Kent? What's his business here?'
'He's paired with me, he followed me up'
'Lucky you' Sam muttered sarcastically under her breath.
Sheelagh let out a small laugh. It's nice to hear her laugh again, Samantha thought. It's been a while.
'Well Sheelagh, if PC Kent can find something else to occupy his little mind for ten minutes, I'll talk to you in the DI's office.' Samantha smiled at her and walked into Manson's office.
When she got there she closed the door and sat on the desk. While Sheelagh was trying her hardest to get rid of the ever ambitious Gabriel, Samantha was thinking. She started off thinking of Sheelagh's baby and how hard it must've been on Sheelagh when she died. She found herself thinking that she couldn't imagine how much it must hurt to lose a child, then she realised that she may well have lost her own. Abigail had been missing for 3 days now and nobody had a clue where she was. Knowing there was noone watching her, Sam let herself break down into tears. As she cried she whispered to herself,
'It's all my fault'
'It's all my fault'
'It's all my fault...' She trailed off into heavier tears and deeper thought, forgetting all about Sheelagh coming to talk.
Sheelagh had opened the door quietly and was now watching her collegue...her friend? cying helplessly with her back turned. She was thinking how unusual this was for the almighty DS Nixon, who was usually an unbelievably strong woman, but then again, her daughter's life was at stake, and Sheelagh knew how that felt
