This Is How A Heart Breaks
Chapter 5: Guilty Secrets

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! Hopefully you know who you are!
Lots of SZ and PN this chapter but it won't last forever! I promise not to hurt Zain too much though! I'm going to apologise for this chapter already and please don't hurt me!
Had my first AS module today so reviews would make me happy:P
Luv, Vikki xx

Zain Nadir sighed as he tapped his fingers restlessly against the steering wheel. The only good thing about this obbo was the fact that he was able to spend endless hours alone in a car with Samantha Nixon. So far they hadn't seen anyone or anything suspicious going on, in fact the only person they had a seen was sixty year old man who had popped out to the newsagent for a newspaper and a bottle of milk. Zain told himself that it was better than being stuck in the office doing paperwork. As he continued to drum a rhythm Sam turned and glared at him, he stopped and looked back at her sheepishly. What they both needed was to get out of the car to stretch their legs and get some fresh air. However, they both knew that if they did that something might happen and they couldn't risk screwing up this operation.

Sam exhaled loudly and turned to look of the window. In true British style the sky was slate grey and rain was slowly hitting the windows and windscreen. Being back at the office seemed like a much better option but Phil might be there and Sam wasn't ready to face him yet. She still couldn't believe that she had let the previous night happen. It was so unlike her, maybe if it had been any other man she would have been less surprised but she and Phil had been taking things slowly and hadn't even been a date yet. Sam wondered if she had slept with him just to show Natasha that Phil was off limits or it whether if it was just because she genuinely liked him. She couldn't ignore the hurt look in his eyes when she had told him that she only wanted to be friends, she had thought that a one night stand was all he wanted from her. Maybe she had been wrong...

"Sam?" Zain said, lightly tapping her on the arm. "They're here." He said, in a tone that suggested this wasn't the first time he had tried to get through to her.

"Sorry, I don't think the hangover has worn off yet. I'm not really with it today." Sam said, faking a laugh but knowing she wasn't convincing Zain. He was a good friend to her and he knew there was something more on her mind than just a hangover. Zain picked up the binoculars and Sam turned the camera on and they watched the drug deal that was taking place. Zain had the photographs of the suspects on his lap and he knew that they were the same people. He radioed in for back up and he and Sam headed out of the car, warrant cards at the ready.

"Detective Sergeant Nixon." Zain said, pointing to Sam. "And Detective Constable Nadir."

"There's nowhere for you to run." Sam said, following Zain's lead although she was the superior officer. "Armed back up will be here in a minute."

The taller of the two men laughed at them, leering forward towards Sam, Zain moved closer to protect her but he was too late. The man grabbed Sam and pulled a gun from his pocket, holding to her temple. Zain swallowed a lump of panic in his throat.

"You're only making things worse for yourself." He began, not quite sure where he was going with this speech but he decided to blag it anyway. Sam's life was at stake and he would do anything to make sure she was okay. "Drug dealing isn't such a serious offence, assault of police officer will make everything much worse. Just let her go." He tried to keep the tone of desperation of out his voice.

Two SO19 vans pulled up behind them and a dozen armed officers piled out, aiming their weapons at the drug dealers. The shorted man raised his hands in the air but the other remained holding Sam at gunpoint.

"If you shoot, I shoot." He warned the SO19 officers.

"You heard him." Zain said. "Don't shoot." The SO19 sergeant looked put out but agreed with Zain's order all the same.

"There's no way out." The sergeant was saying. "The area is surrounded, just put the gun down and no one gets hurt."

The drug dealer knew when he was beaten. He hit Sam in the side of the head with the butt of the gun and watched as she fell to the ground, before dropped his weapon and raising his hands in the air. Two SO19 officers arrested the drug dealers while Zain rushed to Sam's side. She was just on the edge of consciousness.

"Come on Sam, it's okay, it's all over now." Zain said, helping her to her feet and supporting her as they made their way to his car.

Sam rested her head in her hands, Zain put his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Zain asked. "Do you want to go to A&E?"

"I'll be fine." Sam said. "My hangover, on the other hand, probably won't!"

"If you're sure." Zain thought she should get checked out but he knew how stubborn she could be. "Let's get back to the station then."

By the time Zain pulled up in the station car park Sam was fast asleep. Zain tapped her knee, trying to get her to wake up.

"Sam, are you okay?" He asked. "Sam?" Zain tried to find a pulse. There wasn't one.

Phil had already left work by the time Sam and Zain had arrived back at the station. He went home and had a microwave meal before stepping into the shower. He felt he needed to impress Natasha but with Sam she took him for who he was. Phil knew he had to stop thinking about Sam, she had made it clear that they were nothing more than friends and he had to learn to live with that. After he had showered, Phil changed into dark blue jeans and a white shirt. He was sure what the dress code of the wine bar was but he hoped he looked okay, he was so used to just going to the Canley Arms or the Seven Bells after work. He actually had to make an effort now.

Phil pulled up outside Natasha's house at a few minutes before eight o'clock and waited for her with engine running. Just after eight, Natasha appeared and hurried towards the car, her silver heels clicking against the cobbled pavement. Phil gazed almost open mouthed at her and all thoughts of Sam were erased.