He watched Keziah thoughtfully as she viewd the cctv. The case wasn't of much interest to him and without mening to he had failed to give any input on finding the rapist. But it was Keziahs field and she was making good progress without him thugh showing some annoyance at having too.
"So whos are they?" He asked sitting up from his current slouch once more and thumping the table.
"Phil, how many times are you goin to ask that? You haven't stopped talking about her all day," She sighed removing the tape and putting a new one in the tape player. She was beginning to wish she hadn't told Phil all she knew. He was like a broken record. How could anyone talk so much about the same one subject.
"There," he pointed, "Donny Rogers,"
"Finally you decide to help, you'll take all the credit of course if we get a result though?"
He blushed embarrased. It was true that he had talked non stop about Sam. That he had ignored every cctv footage, hadn't thought about the situations and had barely participated during interviews. In fact it had been all he could manage to hold his tounge when more questions popped in his head during the interviews about Sam. This was driving him crazy.
She smiled it was good he had the decency to blush. Guys like Zain and Stuart would just remind her arrogantly that she was Dc and they were Ds. Phil was complicated. He seemed to generally care about Sam, alot, yet he just up and left for five years. Five years was a long time. It was her turn to blush as he felt her eyes on him.
"Have i got something on my face?" He asked with a small grin wiping randomly, "Better get rid of it before I tak to Sam,"
"You've got guts i'll give you that," she laughed,
"Take a good look Kez cause this good be the last time you see me in one piece!"
He wouldn't realise just how right he was untill a few hours later. True physically he always stayed perfectly intact. But emotionally...
... that was a different story.