Specialist crimes and sacrifices
Chapter 9
"Sam." Sam walked through the CID doors, just as Phil was coming out of her office.
"Phil, what were you doing in my office?" she had calmed down and reapplied her makeup, the mascara smudges were gone.
"I need to talk to you."
"Well it's too bad I don't have the time, so you're going to have to upset someone else."
"Sam I'm sorry about that, but I really need to talk to you." He didn't wait for her reply, and followed her into her office.
"What?"
"I don't… I…"
"This had better be important Phil."
"It… It is."
"Well come on then what is it?"
"Well, Sam, you see…"
"Spit it out! What is this about Phil? If it's the case I can get Mickey to help you."
"It's not the case Sam."
"Well I'm really busy at the moment Phil, so whatever it is, it'll have to wait."
"It can't wait." Sam really wanted him to leave now.
"Well what is it then?"
"It's about us, I"
"Phil I can't do this now." Her voice was cold. She got a pile of paper work out of the desk drawer, and mindlessly flicked through it.
"Sam I,"
"Go away Phil. Just leave me alone."
"Fine." His feelings were hurt, but he tried to conceal it. When he reached the door, he turned around. "Your daughter rang." He still wasn't looking in her direction. "She won't be home tonight, she's staying with a friend." Before she could speak he had left.
"Ahh, poor Phil. Please review if you want to find out what he does.