A/N: Just a one-shot story, about Samantha's thoughts and feelings. Please review. Anyone noticed that she seems to be hiding something? I dunno, just seems to be something about her. Is that just me?

Disclaimer: Again I don't own anything.

Sometimes you have to believe in hope, believe that there is something, otherwise you won't have anything to hold on to.

I've cried too much recently, not just the odd tear falling, but an overwhelming sorrow and pain that builds up inside me and becomes too much. The kind of sobbing that leaves you with an ache, when you know something's missing.

Everyday it's the same routine get up, go to work, hide my real feelings from the others. Not wanting to share my pain, let the others see that I can't cope all the time. Never mind what they think.

Some days I just can't concentrate, I feel like I am walking around in a dream, nothing feels real. Sometimes I don't want it to be real, I want it to be a dream. I don't want to believe that someone could kill a beautiful little girl in cold blood.

I can hear them talking when they think I'm not there. They think I'm...I don't know. Losing it maybe? They can't see that this is my way of dealing with the cases. Trying to pretend it's not real, just to stop the pain. Is that so bad?

The main reason I took this job was to help people, help maintain the good in this world. But sometimes it doesn't feel like there is any good. People cause others so much hurt, so much pain whether intentionally or not, they still do.

The other day at the office, I had made some feeble excuse and left early, to do my case report at home. Sometimes I just couldn't bear staying in the office. Constant reminders of someone we didn't manage to save. Later that night Danny showed up at my apartment, he said he was worried about me.

I had been crying and hadn't managed to hide it very well, he noticed my red eyes and blotchy cheeks. He smiled, a small concerned smile. Asking me if everything was alright. Danny, he has this certain...quality about him and he can always comfort me and make me feel better. Reminding me that there is hope.

I remember him coming to me, a look of gentle concern on his face, and taking me in his arms letting me cry out all my feelings. My regrets about not being able to save that little girl. "Sam, it wasn't your fault." He said and "We did all we could." Comforting phrases, anything to keep the nightmares from coming.

I always have dreams after certain cases, Danny knows after one particularly trying case. We went out and I got so drunk that Danny had to stay with me in case I collapsed or anything. I don't remember anything really from that night. But I must have had a nightmare because I remember Danny asking me about it in the morning. Since then we have been the best of friends, and I tell him everything and he tells me.

We're quite similar really, both wanting to make a difference. Make things better for others. Danny helps me, he makes me believe in people again, the whole team does, but he's the one that's always there.