Disclaimer: as always, I don't own Sam and Jo. I also don't own Phil, Zain or Stuart. Though Gregson and Mackenzie are all mine!
Chapter 9:
"Mac, I think there's someone outside." Gregson said while peeking through he small gap in the curtains.
"There can't be, this place is abandoned."
"I'm sure I just saw something move out there."
"Oh give over, it was probably just a cat. Come on stop your worrying."
Sam and Jo glanced at the clock in unison, it was bang on 8, they felt relief rush through them, that must be their back up. Luckily, neither man seemed to notice their sudden addiction to the clock.
All of a sudden there was a loud bang from the hallway. It shocked all four of the occupants, but Sam and Jo instantly recognised the familiar sound of a door being kicked open. It took Mackenzie and Gregson a bit longer to realise what the noise was, but they got there eventually. They didn't have time to consider it though, as, the moment they figured out what was happening in burst Phil, Stuart and Zain.
Sam had never been so happy to see Phil's face, and made a mental note to herself to never be that glad to see him again.
The two men had to think quickly, Mackenzie instantly standing next to Sam, pulling out a gun she had not been made aware of earlier. He pressed it against her head and Sam froze, physically unable to move, even if she wanted to.
"He's got a gun." Zain yelled out and consequently, CO19 burst through the door. Jo was impressed, they really had pulled out all the stops to ensure getting them out of there, there had been no mention of guns before, but they had brought the fire arms squad just in case.
Phil took no time to consider his next action; he immediately jumped at Mackenzie pulling him to the floor, knocking the gun from his hand as he fell. Although shocked at this, Stuart reacted almost instantly, pouncing on Gregson, trying to match Phil's heroic actions.
Zain rushed over to where Phil and Mackenzie were struggling on the floor, his first move was to kick the gun from either criminal's reach, not that Gregson was exactly resisting arrest, he was now sobbing loudly at the same time as being read his rights. Zain's second reaction was to help Phil pin Mackenzie to the ground and snap his handcuffs around the wrists of the young criminal.
While Zain and Stuart led Mackenzie and Gregson out of the house, Phil stayed behind, slightly out of breath. He was about to leave the house when he heard someone clear their throat behind him, turning around he remembered his reason for being in the house, Sam and Jo. He instinctively went towards Sam and carefully pulled the tape off her wrists and ankles. He was about to go over to Jo when Sam stopped him, "Go help Zain and Stuart, I can get Jo off the chair."
"Oh no it's fine Sam, you relax, I can un-tape her."
"Please Phil, let me, I need to speak to her, alone."
"Look, no offence, it's great to hear the two of you arguing so protectively over me, but could someone untie me?"
"Please Phil."
The Sergeant reluctantly agreed, leaving the two women alone in the house. Sam instantly rushed over to Jo, passionately kissing the brunette before pulling back; "I love you, Jo." She bent down and started to pull the tape off Jo's wrists; half expecting the brunette to tell her she didn't actually mean it when she'd said that to the blonde earlier.
"I love you too Sam. When we were being held, I thought I might never get to say that to you again, and, if I'm honest, it broke my heart."
"You're okay Jo, we both are." The blonde paused, "Here, let me get your crutches, we can go someplace else, I dunno about you but I don't wanna be here any longer."
The brunette smiled at the blonde, still very shaken, it dawned on her that the crutches were the reason she couldn't fight back. She considered refusing them, but reasoned with herself, if she used them her foot would heal quicker, so she accepted them from the blonde. Hopping out after the blonde she found that everyone else had already left; Phil had obviously taken notice of Sam's request for the two of them to be alone.