Disclaimer: Sam, Phil and Stuart aren't mine.
Well, Sophie, while you play Poroit, here's another chapter! Might shed some light on your theory.
Chapter 25:
Sam awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar bed, unsure of where she was for a while before remembering what had happened yesterday and how she had agreed to go home with Phil. She climbed out of the bed, hearing movement downstairs.
The blonde DI walked into the kitchen to find Phil making a breakfast tray.
"Aw, you weren't meant to wake up yet. I was gonna bring this up for you. You could do with relaxing."
"Thanks Phil. I'm up now though, so I might as well eat it in here." She said whilst flopping into one of the chairs at the table, gladly taking the mug of steaming black coffee offered to her. "Cheers."
"That's alright. Look, I'm gonna go down the station in a few minutes, see what's happening."
"Hey? You're not supposed to be working today."
"Yeah well I wanna go see how the case is going, see if there's anything I can do to help find Jo."
"She'll be okay, wont she?" Sam asked the Sergeant, knowing full well that he couldn't tell her the answer, not knowing himself.
"Yeah, course she will. She's not gonna give up on life, not when she has you to live for."
Sam nodded, not quite believing it, though willing it to be true. "Is Stuart working today?"
"No, he's not."
"I might go round later, apologise properly for accusing him."
"Sam, he tried to rape you, you have nothing to apologise for."
"Yes I do Phil. He thought that was what I wanted. I was wrong to accuse him and I need to let him know that."
"Okay. But you be careful, yeah?"
"Yeah. I'll go round at about ten. And then I'm coming in, okay? I need to be doing something."
"Sam, you won't be allowed on the case, you know that."
"I need to Phil. Please."
"Okay, come in, although it'll just be to watch the CCTV footage, I can't let you do more than that."
"Thanks Phil."
"Alright, you get some rest, I'm off now. Call me once you've been to see Stuart."
"Okay. Call me if anything has happened, now matter how small I want to know, okay?"
"Yeah, of course."
Sam pulled herself up off of the sofa, deciding she had allowed Stuart a long enough lie in. she pulled on her coat and headed for the car.
Stopping outside his house, Sam got out the car and went to the door. After a few seconds Stuart arrived at the door, opening it only fractionally.
"Sam, what are you doing here?"
"I came to apologise. I was wrong to accuse you of taking Jo, I'm sorry. Can I come in?"
"Oh, look, Sam, it was really good of you to come round and all, but now really isn't a good time. Can we talk at work on Monday?"
"It'll only take a few minutes, what's wrong?"
"Oh nothing really, I'm just feeling a bit ill."
"Oh, well, don't stand out on the doorstep then, let me come in. it won't take long, I just want to say thanks properly."
"Really Sam I…"
The blonde's attention drifted from Stuart. "What was that?"
"Eh?" The male seemed nervous, avoiding the question thrown at him.
"I thought I heard a scream."
"What? No, no, you must be hearing things."
"No, I definitely did. It came from in the house."
"Well that's impossible, there's no one else in the house."
"Who was it Stuart?"
"I told you, there's no one in the house."
"I don't believe you Stuart. Hello?" The blonde called out into the house, listening carefully for any kind of response.
After a couple of seconds she heard a muffled "Sam?" Called back.