Samantha finally fell asleep at midnight. She heard the church bell ringing faintly from around the corner as she drifted off to sleep. Whenever she slept she pulled the duvet tightly around her and she was often told that she moved around a lot. When she woke in the morning, she was always finding it on the floor or twisted around her body. As her mind switched off, she began to dream.
Sam dreamt that she was with Phil. She didn't know why she was there but she found herself at the tunnels where Phil had been shot only a few years before. As soon as she saw Phil, she felt that she knew exactly what would happen and that it must be her mission to stop it. As she took in her surroundings she once again heard Phil's shout as he was shot. She felt the same feelings as she had at the time as she dashed over towards him. She quickly reached for her mobile, already knowing that once they were inside, she would have no signal.
She pulled him into the safety of the tunnels, while she spoke on her phone. But she felt deflated when Jack, on the other end of the phone, refused to send officers to them because Sam was in love with Phil and he didn't want office romances. She tried to deny it but he wouldn't listen, saying that he had seen the two of them 'together'. Sam was puzzled, she thought she knew what was going to happen in this dream but things were changing.
She glimpsed Weaver as he began to creep towards them, wanting to finish Phil off once and for all. Sam looked down at Phil and saw the puddle of blood that had accumulated around him. He didn't look good at all, he was pale and looked like he were was struggline to breathe. She was sure to begin with that he wouldn't die but now she wasn't. Jack wasn't supposed to say that. She began to panic as she attempted to drag Phil somewhere safe. All she could see was Weaver getting closer and closer to them. She felt like she were loosing control, this wasn't supposed to happen. Even though she was pulling Phil away, Weaver was getting closer and closer. She couldn't stop him. He pulled the gun from his pocket and aimed it at them both. She tried again to run but she wasn't getting anywhere. She was really panicking now. Tears ran down her cheeks as he pointed the gun at her and then at Phil before he pulled the trigger ... Sam awoke suddenly, gasping for air. She felt hot and wanted to be free from the duvet that was suffocating her. She sat up getting her breath back, thinking about the dream that she had just had. She knew that it was stupid but the dream had felt so real. She reached for her phone, sending Phil a text just to make sure he was still alive. 'Just had a dream that you died, just making sure that you're ok! TB soon so I can get back to sleep!'
She led back down in bed again, her mind going crazy with wild thoughts. She was distracted by her phone beeping. 'What am I gonna do with you? And why were you dreaming of me? Was it good?'. She laughed, typical Phil she thought to herself. 'Well it wasn't really that nice, you were shot and I was really scared cos you were dying and I couldn't do anything! Now my mind's at rest, I can sleep, so leave me alone! lol' She settled back to sleep, happy that he was alive and well. She received another text as she led down again. 'I dreamt of you too but the detail is too senstive to send via text. I'll tell you tomorrow. You never know who's hands this might end up in!' She smiled to herself as she put it on the bedside table and settled into a deep sleep again.
She found herself back to her original dream. Weaver had pulled the trigger at Phil but nothing had happened. Weaver looked confused. Sam took this opportunity to pull Phil away. She was making ground now. She was able to leave Weaver behind. she was excited, she was winning. She felt like she was able to grab a hold on this now.
She pulled Phil into an abandoned room and barricaded them into it. She settled Phil against the wall and took a closer look at his wound. She tore his trousers so that they didn't interfere with the open wound.
"Do you know how much they cost Samantha?" He asked, laughing wheezily.
"Now isn't the time to be worry about the cost of your trousers!" She said, searching for something that she could clean up the wound with or at least help to stem the bleeding. There was nothing apart from some oily rags in the corner. She glanced at the wound and saw something flash as it caught the light. She looked more closely and could clearly see the bullet lodged against the bone, congealed with blood and tissue.
"What's wrong?" He asked, seeing the worried look on her face.
"I can see the bullet!" She said.
"Is ... is it bad?"
"I'm no surgeon but it doesn't look like it's gone through the bone or anything. It doesn't look very pretty though, there's loads of blood and stuff!"
"Can you take the bullet out?"
"I am not taking it out!"
"Why not?"
"Why do you think? I'm not exactly a surgeon or anything! ... I need something to stop the bleeding!" She said. She looked at her shirt that was already blood stained and realised that was what she used before to help him. Good, this bit seemed to be going to plan. She unbuttoned it, seeing Phil watching her.
"What are you doing?" He asked, confused. "Now isn't really the time Sam!" He grinned.
"Do you want me to stop the blood or not?" She threatened, holding her shirt in her hand. He smiled, showing that he was only joking. As she began to bandage his wound, he watched her sat before him, sat with no shirt on. He smirked.
"What are you smirking at Hunter?"
"Just thinking about things that I shouldn't!" He said, smirking still. She looked at him suspiciously.
"Well stop thinking things that you shouldn't!"
"Wel you're not exactly helping!" He retaliated, gestering to her. she looked down, realising that she wasn't wearing very much. She blushed slightly, making his heart skip a beat. She grabbed her jacket and buttoned it up. He smiled to himself, feeling a warm glow inside. She looked so sweet and innocent when she blushed.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, gently.
"I don't know really. I feel ok, it still stings quite a bit though!" She paced the room, looking for anything that could help them. She knew that she couldn't leave him, she didn't want to anyway. Besides, Weaver was probably waiting outside for them anyway. She looked at her phone, no signal. She moved around trying to find just one bar of signal. She didn't hold out much hope, she wasn't supposed to be able to phone anyone.
"Sam?" He gasped. She looked around in alarm.
"What is it?"
"I dont feel well!"
"It's ok, don't worry, we'll get you out of here." She reassured him.
"You should go!"
"Go where?"
"You should get out of here, leave me here!"
"I'm not leaving you!" She insisted, squeezing his hand. He smiled faintly. He was silent for a bit.
"Sam? I'm sorry for everything! I never meant to hurt you. The truth is, I really really like you ...!" She hadn't been prepared for that, that wasn't supposed to happen. Without even thinking about it she replied.
"I really really like you too!" She said, stroking his cheeok with her blood stained hand.
"Do you really? I'm so sorry for how i've treated you!" She smiled at him.
"It doesn't matter now!" He looked behind him to where she was sat behind him. He grasped her hand in his, clutching it against his chest. She could feel his heart beat. It made her feel warm inside, that simple gesture seemed so intimate, so close. For a while all she felt was him, all she saw was him. But this wasn't supposed to happen.
He clutched her hand tighter. He wanted to feel as close to her as possible. He leaned round to look into her eyes. He kept hold of her hand as he leant in to kiss her softly. She expected this, but she didn't expect herself to respond. he began kissing her softly but she deepened the kiss. She had never felt anything like this before, no other man could make her feel completely lost in the moment ... She awoke to the sun streaming in through the windows and the sound of her alarm. She wasn't really sure where she was, she had been in such a deep sleep. All she could think of was Phil, she couldn't work out why he wasn't there. Then she remembered, it had only been a dream. In one way she felt empty that the dream had ended, but in another way, she felt warm and glowing because the kiss had felt so real. She knew that this was the kind of dream that wouldn't leave her anytime soon and she was glad. She never wanted to forget that feeling of kissing Phil Hunter ...
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