Promises
Chapter 7: Becky and Richard

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"I wish we were doing this together," Phil sighed as he stopped the car outside Sun Hill station at a few minutes before seven the following morning. "Or that you were partnered with anyone but him."

Sam leaned over in her seat and kissed his cheek. "Me too," She said, resting her head against his. She had planned on driving herself to work and leaving the car there, but Phil had insisted on driving her. She was touched, and it meant that they were able to spend a little more time together before the operation began.

"Is it okay if I walk you in?" Phil asked, taking the key out of the ignition.

Sam smiled. "Of course it is, it's your office too!" She said, and they both climbed out of the car. While Sam adjusted her outfit, Phil went round to the boot and took her suitcase out for her.

"Jeez Sam, how much stuff did you need to pack?" He asked, but he was teasing.

She took his free hand and they walked towards the station together. They left her suitcase with Smithy at reception and went on upstairs to the DCI's office.

"Morning," Jack Meadows greeted them as they entered the room. David, Phil noticed with disgust, was already there and waiting. "Thank you for coming in so early." He didn't look in the slightest bit surprised that Phil was there with Sam. He looked at his watch, an unmarked car is being brought to the station for the two of you, it should be here any minute." He stood up from behind his desk and David also got to his feet. Sam and Phil followed them out through the CID office and down the stairs. They stopped briefly at reception and Smithy handed Sam her suitcase.

"Take care, Sam," He said, and she smiled at the younger man.

"Thanks Smithy,"

They stepped outside and saw that a sleek black Mercedes waited for them by the front entrance. Phil looked at it with appreciation. Jack helped David to load the bags into the boot, giving Sam and Phil some space to say goodbye.

Phil wrapped her in a tight embrace. "Stay safe, babe, I love you."

Sam held onto him, losing herself in his arms. "I love you too," She kissed his cheek again, and then his lips. "I'll miss you."

Regretfully, Phil let go of her. "Miss you too," He said sadly and watched as she climbed into the passenger seat beside David.

Phil and Jack waved them off but when they were gone, the older man turned to him.

"You don't need to worry about her Phil, she'll be fine."

Phil smiled smugly. "It's not her I'm worried about."

Jack chuckled lightly, and led the way back inside.

While David navigated the busy London streets, Sam fiddled with the radio finally finding a station with good reception.

"Do you like this music?" David asked, speaking to her for the first time since they'd been alone together.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I do. Phil and I went to see them in concert last summer. Why, do you?"

"Yes," He replied. "I think the lead singer has a great voice." He smiled.

"Oh, I agree," Sam replied. It was nice to see David talking about something other than work, and finally seeming to relax around her. Maybe living with him for the next few days wouldn't be as bad as she'd feared.

"Phil, can I have a word please?" Meadows said a few hours later, appearing in the doorway to the CID office.

"In trouble again, Hunter?" Jo asked cheekily from her nearby desk.

"Don't judge others by your own standards, Masters." Phil joked back, he always enjoyed the banter that they shared.

Phil stood up and made his way to the DCI's office, thinking that he had spent more time in there over the last few days then he had in a long time; since he and Sam had begun dating to be exact.

"Guv?" Phil asked, stepping into the DCI's office and closing the door behind him.

"Take a seat, Phil," Jack said, taking a manila envelope out of the top drawer of his desk and laying it between them.

Phil was beginning to worry that he was in trouble but he couldn't remember anything he'd done wrong over the last few days. Apart from threatening David anyway, but he was sure that the DCI would be on his side. He slowly pushed the envelope towards Phil who finally picked it up and studied the contents. It took a few seconds for him to get to grips with the situation.

"You want me to take part in the operation too?" He asked, meeting his superior officer's eyes with surprise.

Jack nodded, the hint of a smile on his lips. "I really want you and Sam to be leading this investigation, it's not like you would have had to do any acting to play Becky and Richard Morrison. But it was Heaton's decision in the end, and he wanted it to be David. I thought the least I could do was to get you involved in some way."

Phil smiled gratefully. "Thank you Jack, really, thank you."

Jack nodded at the younger man. "You're welcome, Phil. And you're excused."

Thanking him again, Phil left the office, feeling better than he had since he had found out that David would be playing the role of Sam's undercover husband. He may not be playing her husband, but acting as her brother was the next best thing.

David parked the black Mercedes on the drive outside the lavish town house. Sam looked at it appreciatively whilst David retrieved their luggage from the boot. It made her sad to think that it could have been her and Phil here, playing house together. She shook the thought away, she was here to work not live out her dream life.

"Are you okay?" David asked, breaking Sam out of her reverie. He had already locked the front door and had dumped their bags in the cream painted hallway. "

"I'm fine," She told him, following him side. "Nice house," She commented.

"Now I know why I get paid such a measly salary," David said in reply. Sam was surprised, she hadn't seen David display a sense of humour yet. She laughed lightly to show she appreciated his attempt.

They spent the next hour exploring the house, Sam started upstairs looking into the two large bedroom and the glistening bathroom. She began to unpack her things, but realised that the wardrobe was already full of clothes for her and David to wear. She supposed she should call him Richard now. As if on cue she heard a shout from downstairs.

"Becky!" She made a mental note to try and get used to that.

"Coming Dickey," She replied, starting down the stairs.

"Oh God, you're not going to call me that in public are you?" He asked, but the humour showed in his eyes.

Sam laughed, finally finding herself able to relax in David's company. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all?

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