Today had been one of the worst days of her life, as Sam lay there in her double bed all alone all she could do was break her heart. She lay there alone and deflated, sobbing with absolutely no control. She had miscarried her baby, at first she hadn't told anyone about it, but then Phil had asked and she could not lie to him, he had told her to go home but she had insisted on carrying on working, at this point she wasn't ready to deal with the reality of what was happening, she just buried herself in her work like she use to do. After they had gathered enough evidence to charge the suspect, Phil had insisted that she went home, she had told him she would rather go alone, he had looked concerned for her, and he even gave her a hug, whilst she was there in his embrace she had felt like she could stay there forever, and that all her problems would just disappear, she even kept her arms wrapped around him as she thanked him and told him she would go home, this showed her how comfortable she felt she would never usually hang on to physical embraces any longer than was absolutely necessary

She had gone home, got changed and sat on the sofa, by the time She heard Stuart arrive home, she must have been sat there just thinking, not moving, for about 2 hours, all she could feel was guilt, about not being sure if she wanted the baby or not, she thought this was her punishment for not immediately being happy with the situation. Or was it someone's strange way of telling her she wasn't a very good mother the first time round so she shouldn't be given a second chance. Stuart had asked what was wrong, and when she told him she had lost the baby, he didn't immediately rush to comfort her like she had expected, he just sighed and stood by the fire place, she knew at once that he wasn't half as botherd as she was about their loss. She had been quite short with him, and when he admitted he didn't know whether he was in it for the long haul, she had asked him to leave. As he left she sat there for hours breaking her heart, all alone, with noone their to comfort her. It wasn't that she was devastated by her break up with Stuart, it was more the fact of being alone, in the space of 24hours she had lost a partner and a baby and although she was use to being along, she now felt more alone than ever.

She had gone upstairs got ready for bed and just lied there, she wouldn't sleep, her thoughts were racing through her mind and she was scared, the once great touch Samantha Nixon was scared of being on her own, she felt cheated by herself more than anything. She knew how she use to be so strong but now all she felt was pain and weakness. She didn't have many friends; she had found it to hard to include people in her life, infact her only real friend was Phil, he had been there for her, just caring, and that's all she wanted at the moment.

She lay there looking at the phone, to phone would be to admit that she needed him and she didn't know whether she was ready to admit that to herself let alone to him, but she couldn't help think that if he came and was therefore her, even though it was 2am in the morning, she knew that everything was real between them.

She picked up the phone and dialled his number, she sobbed all the time whilst it was ringing.

'Hello' he answered as if he had been asleep

Sam could barely talk, she managed to choke out 'Phil….' Between sobs

Phil immediately woke up, 'Sam, Sam is that you, are you ok? What's happened?' he fired questions at her

'Its over between me and Stuart, he didn't even care that I had lost the baby, he didn't even hug me, Phil, am I such a terrible person that I deserved all this?'

'Sam you are an amazing person, and none of this is your fault, stay there I am coming over straight away, you can't be on your own in this state' Phil demanded. He grabbed his car keys not even bothering to get dressed just racing out in his pj bottoms.

Sam had opened the door, and gone straight back to lying on her bed, when Phil arrived he rushed upstairs and was shocked at the state she was in, he had never seen her so upset so defeated, so full of self blame. She looked up from sobbing into her pillow as he came through the bedroom door.

'Didn't get dressed then?' she managed to get out

'You were far more important' Phil said as he climbed onto the bed

He wrapped his arms around her, and say lay there with her head on his chest and sobbed for hours, as she finally drifted to sleep in the same position Phil stayed there all night, awake, stroking her hair, and trying to comfort her. No thoughts of anything sexual even occurred to Phil, even though he was in his pjs and so was she and they were in her bed, and Phil knew that this meant that he truly loved her with all his heart, and would be there in whatever way she wanted as long as she needed him. She would never be alone again.