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Phil Hunter started being violently sick as he threw the parcel across the room, Jack lifted with the item tenderly with a white handkerchief inspecting it carefully before declaring "Phil, it's ok, it's a mannequin"

A sense of relief washed over Phil, but not a lot as his daughter was still missing.

Sam was still screeching hysterically while Phil was now doing his best to reassure her and calm her down. Eyes were burning sorely into the office, fellow colleagues wondering what was happening. Were the rumours true, was Emily Hunter really dead?

"Jo" Jack called "run this down to forensics, we need to know if this is Emily's blood asap"

"Yes Guv" Jo replied feeling for the first time in her career a little repulsed, she was ridiculously close to Sam and couldn't bear to see her in the state she was in.

Cradling Sam in his arms once more, she was now much calmer, Jack approached them " I want you to take Sam home, she needs some rest, take the rest of the day off both of you" he ordered.

"I'm fine Guv, I'll bring Sam home and come back" Phil replied.

"If you're sure, you're up to it Phil" Jack said before making a swift exit.

Sam stood up and began shaking her head "if you think, I'm going to go home and sleep while my daughter's probably bleeding to death, you're mistaken Phil Hunter"

"Sweetheart, you can't do this without sleep you need rest. Look at you Sam, you're not you" Phil spoke his words soft so as not to work Sam into a frenzy again.

Beginning to realise that Phil was talking sense, Sam realised she needed rest and to be strong in order to help in the search for Emily. So it was blood, it didn't mean it was Emily's. Then as she thought about what she had seen, the detective side in her began to come out again.

"Phil" she called as her husband was walking out of the office " that's Emily's jacket" she remembered it as it was a outrageously expensive jacket that her daughter had insisted on having.

"Is it, I better let Jack know" Phil replied darting off to the D.C.I's office.

As Sam packed her bag up, she felt confident that with a few hours sleep, she could be more focused on the case.

"Hey Guv we just want to see if you're ok?" Stevie asked entering the room with Jo and closing the door behind them.

Putting on her brave exterior like it was makeup she nodded "yeah I'll be fine"

"Sam it's ok to cry" Jo said her way of trying to comfort her.

With that the floodgates opened for Sam and in an unusual twist, all 3 women began to cry. For Stevie, she cried because it was sad for her superior and because she had never seen her like that. Having worked on a lot of child abduction cases, she knew how the majority of them turned out and couldn't bear for that to happen to Sam who she had come to consider a friend. For Jo, with Sam being a close friend who had been there for her before in her time of need, Jo couldn't bear to see Sam hurting.

About 20 minutes later, Phil knocked Sam's door and peered his head round, given the situation he probably shouldn't have laughed at all 3 women sitting against Sam's desk with their mascaras smudged running down their faces.

"You all look beautiful ladies, you all need a little touchup, but I need to take my wife home" Phil continued "Sam you ready?"

"I'll be out in a minute Phil, I'll meet you outside" Sam replied, she seemed different and Stevie couldn't help but notice by giving their D.I. a hug it was something she clearly needed.

"Guv, we'll see you later this afternoon" Stevie said before leaving with Jo.

Sam nodded an appreciation of thanks, it was sweet that she had some friends she could count on. She didn't always have to be the ice queen, she realised it was ok to let her guard down every once in a while and take her mask off.

Meeting Phil outside at the car park, she hugged him and just said softly " you were right baby"

"I'm always right, for the first time ever, seriously I love you and I will do everything to get her back. I swear it's not her blood Sam, I know it"

With that Phil planted a tender kiss on his wife's forehead while she wrapped her arms around him. It was probably the only place she felt safe at the minute.

15 minutes later, they arrived at the house, Phil was determined to walk Sam upstairs and place her into bed just to make sure, but she signalled him at the front door and said " Phil it's ok, I can walk myself to bed. I'll ring you in a few hours to come pick me up"

"that's fine baby, I love you so much" Phil replied.

"I love you too and I'll see you later"

Opening the door to there family home she felt empty inside as the house she stepped in was bare and cold, simply unlived, it was too quiet, no noisy music, no doors slamming, Sam missed it dearly. There was a family portrait on the wall, Phil, Emily and she looked so happy and carefree, it was a point in their lives when they had actually been happy, and smiled as she looked at her daughter whispering to herself

"oh Emily baby, I want you back here"

Her plea was desperate as the anxiety and tension had given Sam a rotten headache, she went into the kitchen to take some paracetamol.

Pouring herself a glass of water and popping the tablets out of the foil she swore that she could hear someone moving upstairs. "Emily?" she gasped.

Sam ran up the stairs and in her daughters room … but she wasn't there. She sat down on her daughters bed and picked up one of the teddies from the duvet. Holding the teddy close to her, she breathed in the smell, Emily's scent. She closed her eyes as they filled up again, Sam tried to swallow away the lump in the back of her throat. She got up from the bed and moved over to the dressing table that every morning Emily would sit and do her make up. The makeup she was so against her using, it made her look so much older than her fourteen years and Sam hated it.

Sitting on the chair she looked at some of the cosmetics on the table , thinking that she heard something again. Looking at herself in the mirror she saw herself looking back and didn't like the sight. Slowly the door moved as she squinted to focus on it in the mirror.

Spinning herself around on the chair and black gloved hand crawl around the door as her jaw dropped. "Zain?" she gasped as a dark figure came in, before Sam could do anything else she was smothered and out cold. Zain chuckled to him self as he successfully filled his need for satisfaction.

Well what did you think? (Kelly this chapter was just for you- sory for grossing you out last time, Corrina ) xx

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