This Is How A Heart Breaks
Chapter 8: Temptations and Coincidences
Firstly, sorry for neglecting my TB fanfiction recently. I am still writing and have loads of ideas I've just been preoccupied by other fandoms such as CSI and Grey's Anatomy! Blame the new seasons of CSI and CSI NY and the end of season 2 of GA!
Secondly, thanks to: Emma, Beccy, Gemz, Bex and S-Nixon!
Lastly, please review! I know you'll probably hate me for this chapter but the more reviews I get the nicer I'll be to Sam and Phil etc!
Vikki xxx.
It was no wonder why Phil hadn't called or come to see her, Sam thought to herself after Zain had left. From the first time that Phil had laid eyes on Natasha Rivers it was obvious to Sam that he would be interested. Their disasterous one night stand had clearly pushed Phil closer and, then eventually, into Tasha's arms. Sam cringed as she thought of this other woman sharing the same intimate moments with Phil as she had experience not so long ago. These thoughts left a bitter taste in Sam's mouth and made her head pound more painfully. Where was the nurse when you needed her?
Phil tried to go back to sleep in the hope that when he awoke he would be in his own bed, or better than that, he would be in Sam Nixon's bed. That was just wishful thinking and impossible now. Sleep wouldn't come and his conscience prickled every time he heard Tasha stir in her sleep beside him. Eventually Natasha awoke and smiled over at Phil so radiantly that he almost forgot his guilt for a moment. She ran her bare leg along his and Phil tried to ignore the tingling sensation spreading over his body. He couldn't help it, he was attracted to this woman and she knew it.
"I never thought you were the type not to have sex on the first date." Tasha teased him, whispering softly in his ear.
She made a move to get out of the bed with Phil stopped her. He grabbed Natasha by the wrist and prevented her from moving any further away from him. It was exactly the reaction she had hoped for. With a soft laugh, Tasha slipped back under the covers and back into his arms.
The nurse gave Sam another shot of morphine and told her that she would have to stay in the hospital for at least another four days. She was far from pleased but it meant that she could put off seing Phil and Natasha together for a while longer. She flipped through the magazines that Zain had left for her and then moved onto the paperback novel. It was a romance, the sort you would find in the gift shop at a hospital, and on the front cover was a tall, dark and handsome man holding a petite, beautiful blonde woman in his arms. It was no coincidence that the man and the woman vaguely resembled Zain and Sam or that the story was about a man who fell in love with a woman who would never normally look twice at him, Pure curiousity fuelled Sam to open the book and devour the first few chapters.
When Zain arrived to see her at lunch time Sam was asleep, her hand still marking the page in the book. He smiled, removing the novel from her grasp and folding down the corner to mark the page that she had reached. His own curiousity caused him to read one of the paragraphs.
'Mark looked across the room at Sophie as she flirted openly with the hopelessly attractive yet womanising Jake Thomas. He knew that she could do so much better than Jake but Sophie would never give Mark a chance.'
It was that ironic that Zain would have found it funny if it was happening to someone else.
Her scent was all around him; the fragrance if silky rose petals and the undertone of lemon. She fitted into his arms like she was meant to be there. Phil finally woke up and lazily his eyes scanned the room for a clock.
"Tash! Tasha!" Phil tried to wake her up but all he got in return was a soft moan. "Natasha!"
She eventually woke up as Phil raised his voice.
"What is it?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbow as her espresso coloured curls fell over her shoulders.
"It's nearly ten o'clock." Phil said and Natasha swore loudly.
They were both meant to be at work an hour and a half ago. So much for making a good impression Natasha thought, well she had just not on the right people.
She smirked at him playfully.
"I don't feel so good, maybe it was something I ate."
Phil grinned, pressing his lips against Natasha's.
"Me too but I think I have the perfect cure."
DCI Jack Meadows was not a happy man that morning. Neither of his three sergeants had turned up for work. He knew about Samantha and that she would rather be at work than be cooped up in hospital but Phil Hunter and Natasha Rivers were unaccounted for. Meadows had no idea where they were but he could make a pretty good guess knowing Phil and his reputation. He dialled DS Hunter's mobile phone number and waited, maybe he'd be looking for another new sergeant soon.