Disclaimer: I still don't own The Bill. Probably won't ever.
Author's Note: It's back! After nearly a year, I've been persuaded to actually write a new chapter, so here it is! So, just to say, thanks to everyone who's reviewed since this has been up here, and I hope you like this chapter, which is for Hollie (SunHillStar943), because she was the one who got my arse into gear and persuaded me to write it and helped when I was thinking of ideas... Anyway, enough rambling, on with the chapter!
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I'm Sorry, What?
"Hello Sam, how are you?" said the man she was screaming at. She was sure she recognised him, but she just wasn't sure where from or why.
"Who are you and where are you from? And how do you know my name?" she asked, taking a step backwards as he stepped towards her.
"Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you…"
She snorted. "Really? That's what they all say… And you haven't answered my question yet!"
"I know, I was just getting to that… Anyway, my name is Carlos Ocean, and I'm an actor from Chichester…" Well, that explains the posh accent…, she thought.
He changed his accent to one which was more common around the Sun Hill area, and which sounded very familiar to her. "And I know your name, because we used to work together…"
He sounds a lot like… she thought, before saying out loud: "…Phil…?"
"Correct! Hello, sunshine! Long time no see!" said Phil.
Sam studied the man for a minute, taking in his appearance. He was wearing a pair of faded black jeans which were worn at the knees, an open-necked light blue shirt with a white t-shirt underneath and a pair of battered dark blue Converses. He was carrying a black jacket in his right hand. The man's hair was medium-length and dirty blond in colour, although it was a brown at the ends and roots.
Well, he definitely talks like Phil… And dresses like Phil… Sam thought. Her eyes flicked to a picture of herand Phil which had been taken on the just before he had left Sun Hill, then back to the mysterious man who called himself Phil. He does look like Phil… but it can't be… Phil's dead!
"Alright, if you're Phil, then you won't mind me asking you a few questions that he would know the answer to…" she said after a minute or two.
"Fire away!" he replied.
"Alright then, what's your full name?"
"Philip James Hunter."
"Your full date and time of birth?"
"Monday June 7th, 1971, at 6:16 am." Oh, he's good, but it still can't be him… thought Sam.
"Your brother's full name and date of birth?"
"Steven Craig Hunter, Thursday August 8th, 1974."
"What about my full name?"
"Samantha Jane Danielle Nixon."
"My daughter's full name?"
"Abigail Lucy Nixon."
"Ok, obscure question: where do I have a birthmark?"
Phil thought for a second before answering "On your… wait, actually, it'll be easier if I show you…" He turned around and pointed to a spot on the back of his leg. "… right there…"
It really is Phil! Sam thought. "Hello Phil! You understand why I did that, don't you?" she said, walking over to him and hugging him.
"Yep, just to check I wasn't some random, creepy and nasty stalker!" They both laughed.
"There's just one thing I don't understand… How are you here? You're meant to be dead!"
"Ah."
"I identified your body! You were dead!"
"Right, I'll explain properly in a second. Main idea is that technically, Phil Hunter is dead. But I'm now Carlos Ocean…"
"Ah, witness protection…"
"Basically. Is there somewhere more private we can go?"
"Yeah, sure, we'll go back to mine… My shift ends in a couple of minutes anyway. Wait here…" Sam smiled at him and walked out of her office, leaving Phil to wander around the room. He saw the photo of the two of them together on her desk and smiled at the irony of how much things had changed since then.
Sam returned a minute or two later. "Right, let's go!" She beckoned to Phil to follow her out of the room. "Then you can tell me all about what's happened to you over a takeaway and a couple of bottles of red wine…"
Phil laughed. "Good plan!" he said, following her out of the room and out of the station.