Samantha Nixon listened as the wind howled against the windows of Sun Hill CID. She tried to focus her attention back on the report she was writing and had to stifle yet another yawn. She had forgotten how long double shifts seemed to take. Phil and Jo walked back through the doors looking windswept.

'You get the coffee's' shivered Jo

'Ok you want one Sam?'

'Yeah please' Sam replied

Phil came back a few minutes later balancing the coffee's on a tray.

'Look at the concentration' laughed Sam as Phil focused intently on not spilling the coffee.

'Shut it you' replied Phil

She swivelled back round on her chair and started writing again.

'Serge have you ever come across a kid called Tom Smart before' Jo asked Sam

'Yep Tony and Honey nicked him last week for shoplifting. Me and Mickey took the interview and he threatened to slash my tyres if I didn't let him go'

'Oh tough talk from a thirteen-year-old'

'Yeah so what's he done now?'

'He's been brought in for shoplifting again. Would you like to sit in on the interview with me as poor little sweet cheeks over there has a dentist appointment'

'Hey less of the sweet cheeks and more of the hunk' said Phil

The three of them jumped as part of a tree hit the window outside.

'Yikes it isn't half windy out there' said Sam

'Tell me about it I had to hold Jo down'

Sam and Jo left CID and headed down to the interview rooms where Sam was reacquainted with Tom.

'Hi Tom' said Sam as she sat down

'Oh not you can't I have the hot blond one'

'I'm blonde'

'Yeah but you're not hot if you get me'

'Thanks Tom. Anyway let's talk about what you've done this time'

'Before we go any further I want this one done for assault' said Tom pointing at Jo 'She felt my bum while she was arresting me'

'DC Masters did you feel Mr Smart's bum?

'I most certainly didn't'

'She was well loving it man didn't want to take her hands off but I was like darlin it wouldn't work. You're to old for me'

'Tom shut up' said his Mum

'Right back to what you've been arrested for. Can you tell me what you stole?'

'Didn't steal nothing'

'Well the shopkeeper says you stole dog food'

'Well the shopkeeper's a lying…'

'TOM' came his Mums voice again

'Let's cut to the chase. I'm showing Mr Smart photographic evidence from the CCTV camera inside the shop. It clearly shows you with dog biscuits in your hand now why did you steal them'

'We don't even have a dog' said his Mum confused

'I was hungry'

'So let me get this straight. You go into a shop to steal something because you're hungry and off all the nice sweets in the shop you choose dog biscuits'

'I've heard they're good for you'

'I think I know what's going on' said Jo 'I think you've got a pet dog that your Mum doesn't know about and your pocket money doesn't stretch to accommodate a dog and you so you're nicking the dog stuff. Am I right?'

Tom paused looking uncomfortable in his seat for a few seconds 'They don't call you a detective for nothing'

'Ok if you pay for what you stole and apologise to Mr Wilson then we're going to overlook this'

'But what about the dog?' said his Mum bewildered

'I'm afraid that isn't down to us to sort out Mrs Smart' said Jo politely

Jo took Tom and his Mum to the shopkeeper and Sam headed back upstairs. To her surprise Phil was still sitting.

'Hey I thought you had the dentist'

'Cancelled' said Phil through a mouthful of chocolate muffin

'Why?'

'Apparently they're closing early because of high winds'

'How does that affect a dentist?'

'No idea'

'I can't imagine the DI letting us go because of high winds'

'No that would be the same day as pigs learn to fly'