Two years ago I uploaded this story, wow that seems like such a long time, I guess it is! I know that this hasn't been updated very well in the last year but I promise that it will be better taken care of in the year coming.
Not one of my best chapters, but still an important one. This story seems to be winding it's way to an ending, which makes me sad but also happy, knowing that in this story at least Sam and Phil will live happily ever after!
Thanks to all my reviewers from the previous chapter, Kelly, Barb, Ruth and Gemma.

Chapter Thirty – Nine – Never Forget

Phil sighed once more as he pressed the answer button, winking at Sam as she returned to the kitchen, her phone nestled into the crook of her shoulder and ear.

"Hello Phil, it's me, are you there?" Meredith's voice said urgently down the line.

"Yes I'm here, what is the matter?" Phil answered.

"It is Jessica, she is asking for Sam, she hasn't slept all night and she wants her parents. She is really scared Phil. I think you need to come here now." Meredith said, as she turned to look down the corridor of custody, she could see Jessica huddled over in the corner, with a worried Jo perched next to her, gently rubbing her back with one hand and clutching her phone with the other.

"Sam, I'm worried, she looks as if she is going to be sick." Jo told Sam anxiously.

"Jo, calm down. I had a feeling this would happen. Tell her that I will be there as soon as I can. Does she want me to get her parents?" Sam asked

"Meredith, give me an hour and I'll be there, just keep her talking, take her through her statement again, get her to go through the facts, keep it clear and simple." Phil replied calmly, "But remember she has been through a lot, so this was expected, she has been traumatised, be kind to her."

Meredith smiled, "Bench, you have gone all soppy, it must be love." She said with a warm giggle as she turned back towards Jo and Jessica, "I'll do my best, but please hurry here. I need a turkey after all."

"Remember who you are talking to." Phil added, as he unknowingly puffed out his chest, it was one thing for Sam to know that he was soppy and in love, but it was quite another for Meredith to believe it as well. "I'll see you soon, bye," he added, before he hung up the phone, replacing it on the counter.

"Okay Jo, tell her I am on my way, and that I am bringing her parents. Just try and keep her calm, and whatever you do, don't let Steven see her, or her see Steven. Take her to the soft interview room."

"Okay Guv, done, see you soon." Jo replied as Meredith sat down beside her smiling.

"Bye Jo." Sam added, as she hung up her phone and placed it next to Phil's.

"Sam is on her way Jessica, she is going to see your parents as well." Jo said, turning to face the crumpled girl, her head in her hands, and buried in her knees which were pulled tightly to her chin.

"Phil will be here too." Meredith added, as she smiled towards Jo, "He said in about an hour."

"Interesting," Jo replied, "I think I heard Phil say that to you, when I was talking to Sam," she added with a smile as she gently, slipped her hand under one of Jessica's arms, "Come on, let's get you out of here and upstairs."

Meredith smiled, as she copied what Jo had done, gently taking Jessica's other hand, "I think Bench is in love," she said with a small giggle, "I heard Sam in the background too."

"About time they did something." Jo said in a low voice before she turned her attention back to Jessica.

"We'll talk later," Meredith replied with one final cheeky smile, before she turned professional once more, directing her voice now towards Jessica, "You are completely allowed to feel like this Jessica, you have been through so much, but the important thing to remember is that this is not all your fault, you were manipulated and deceived by someone who claimed that he loved you."

Jo nodded in agreement, and smiled towards Meredith, as Jessica turned to face the two of them, able to hold herself upright once more.

"Jessica is freaking out." Phil said as he turned and reached for the cloth on the kitchen counter, wiping at the remnants of the food fight that the two of them had shared not that long ago.

"I think she will be alright Phil, she just needs some support, her parents being there will help her." Sam replied, as she wandered back to stand next to Phil.

"I think it will take a lot for my kitchen to be alright." Phil said cheekily as he dropped a brief kiss on the top of Sam's head.

"Your kitchen will be fine, I will help you clean it." Sam replied as she snatched the cloth from Phil's hand and immediately going to rinse it under the faucet.

"Help clean it?" Phil questioned in mock anger, "You should be the one doing all the cleaning."

"And why would that be?"

"Because you made the pancakes." Phil stated matter of factly

"But who spilled the syrup first?" Sam questioned, turning back towards Phil, pushing him back against the edge of the counter, waving her finger slowly back and forward in his face.

Phil laughed, as he caught Sam's hand in his, kissing her fingers softly, "Has anyone ever told you that you are sexy when you are mad?" he asked.

"There is a first time for everything." Sam replied, before she stood on her tiptoes and leant up to kiss Phil, he responded immediately, his lips capturing hers, the food fight and the mess in the kitchen and almost Jessica, Jo and Meredith long forgotten by the passion that the two of them had for each other.

Eventually Sam pulled away, pressing her hand against Phil's chest, "You need a shower and we need to get to work." She said breathlessly, as she stepped away from Phil and began to head upstairs.

"I'll make you a deal." Phil said as he went to follow Sam.

Sam smiled, she knew him too well to know what his deal was and she turned back to look at him, "No deal Phil, I'm not getting in the shower with you, forget it. We need to get moving, I'm going to have to drop home anyway."

"You are?" Phil asked as they reached his bedroom.

"I am." Sam said, as she bent down to retrieve her pants from the night before from the middle of Phil's bedroom floor, "I can't wear the same clothes to work again today." She continued, as she pulled her pants on and went to sit on Phil's bed.

"You could wear my clothes" Phil called as he headed into the bathroom, "I like you in them and also out of them." he added as he poked his head out from behind the door.

"Oi, you, get ready," Sam squealed, as she lobbed a pillow towards the bathroom. "We have things to do today, we need to get out of here."

"You'll be back though Sam, you always come back." Phil replied with a laugh, as he spun the taps of the shower on, the hot water scalding him.

"Yes Phil, I'll be back. I have to clean the kitchen." Sam added back to him, as she stood from the bed and continued putting her clothes on. It wasn't an easy task given that she was coated in syrup and milk, and it would have been easy to have just climbed into the shower with Phil, but if she had done that, neither of them would have been going anywhere. She smiled as Phil began to sing in the shower, everything about this morning had seemed so right, it seemed as if this was something she could get used to, she could get used to waking up with Phil next to her each morning, she could get used to sharing her breakfast, and it wasn't that she could just get used to it, it was something that she wanted. Sam wanted Phil in her life, that she had finally realised, and she would never forget that now.

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