Disclaimer: They're not mine, I don't own any of 'em…blah, blah, blah.
This story if most definitely an SJR. It's my first Profiler fanfic, so I would like your comments, but please go easy on me. Bear with me though, because it's a little out-dated. I wrote it back when Profiler was still on the air. Then, I discovered this site and figured I might as well post it here. Note: when you see this * it means the writing is a thought. I wrote about episodes of the show, but added my own stuff as well. I did not include the newer episodes with Rachel.
Background: Sam and John are married (yeah!!) and Sam is very pregnant. Nathan never disappeared (Where did he go?!) and concerning Sam's background, I made her really smart. If anything else is unclear, well, I'm sure you can figure it out.
MISSING
Chapter One
Agent Bailey Malone motioned several agents to cover the house as he and Nathan Brubaker made for the door with John Grant at their heels.
"Where are you going?" Bailey asked John. The younger man just looked at him stupidly, not understanding the question.
"Why can't he come?" Nate asked, wondering.
"I can't come? What are you talking about? That bastard has my wife! Are you crazy?!" John shouted, finally comprehending. Bailey weighed the aspects. *John was trained, but because he had left the FBI, he was no longer authorized for a takedown. On the other hand, John had wanted to face Jack for the past nine years; and Sam was his wife…*
"Fine. C'mon."
The house was dim and musty, seemingly empty. The three men were unsure as they systematically checked each room looking for Samantha Grant.
Nothing.
Staying together for safety, the two FBI agents and the APD Captain made their way deeper into the house, finding the basement. *Please let Sammy be okay…* John thought, his gun trained over Bailey's shoulder at the basement door.
"Shit." Nate muttered as they stepped into the dark room. The smell of blood was overpowering. John immediately feared the worst and was only slightly relieved when Bailey shone the flashlight he had been carrying on a mattress in the corner of the room.
No words would form as he looked at the still-fresh blood that completely soaked the full-size mattress.
"Where is she?" Bailey thought aloud. After searching once more, the three left the house, joining the others outside.
"Maybe…maybe he…he…he staged this…this…" John stammered with fear, running a shaking, nervous hand through his short brown hair. All his years on the APD and his five with the FBI had not made the abduction of his pregnant wife any easier.
"Gracie will be able to tell us what it is all about." Bailey replied.
"What we really need is Sam and her 'hocus-pocus' skills." Nate added, smiling a sad smile.
"Bailey, I want the truth," John started strongly. "From experience, how long do you give Sam, adding in the fact that she's a trained agent and really smart, but subtracting because she's eight-and-a-half months pregnant."
"I…I would give…Sam could last…" Bailey stammered.
"This is either good or bad, depending on how you look at it," Grace interrupted, snapping off her latex gloves and saving Bailey from having to rip apart John's heart and soul.
"What are you talking about?" John asked, turning his full attention to the Medical Examiner.
"The scene in the basement. It has told me a lot. First, Sam had the baby. Mixed in with all that blood, most of which is Sam's, is amniotic fluid and a minute amount of AB negative blood. Sam is A negative, you're B, John, and Jack is O negative, so…"
"The baby is bleeding?"
"No, it's probably just from cutting its umbilical cord."
"You said it was either good or bad?" Nate asked. *I missed the birth of my first child…John thought… and if we don't find Sammy, there might not be any more babies. *
"Yes," Grace replied, "The good part is that the blood, because it is still somewhat fresh, shows us that Sam is still alive as of one or two o'clock. The bad news is that she had the baby." Grace glanced at John, not liking the painful expression on his handsome face. "Jack now has access to the baby. He can, well, he…the baby is no longer safe. Second, Sam, although she's still alive, is at a disadvantage because she's weakened and probably in pain. The labor could have had complications…we don't know. Jack's moving her from this scene wasn't beneficial to her; or the baby, for that matter."
"Great. Not only can the asshole torture my wife, now he can also torture my baby, too." John said. *And he can hurt the baby more easily…and use it as a weapon so Sam does what he wants her to…and kill them both just out of spite…and…* "God!! I hate this mother fucker!" he exclaimed as his mind wandered.
No one in the group even told him not to worry. Nobody said, "It'll be okay, we'll get her back." They couldn't even lie to him because the situation was so seemingly hopeless.
This story if most definitely an SJR. It's my first Profiler fanfic, so I would like your comments, but please go easy on me. Bear with me though, because it's a little out-dated. I wrote it back when Profiler was still on the air. Then, I discovered this site and figured I might as well post it here. Note: when you see this * it means the writing is a thought. I wrote about episodes of the show, but added my own stuff as well. I did not include the newer episodes with Rachel.
Background: Sam and John are married (yeah!!) and Sam is very pregnant. Nathan never disappeared (Where did he go?!) and concerning Sam's background, I made her really smart. If anything else is unclear, well, I'm sure you can figure it out.
MISSING
Chapter One
Agent Bailey Malone motioned several agents to cover the house as he and Nathan Brubaker made for the door with John Grant at their heels.
"Where are you going?" Bailey asked John. The younger man just looked at him stupidly, not understanding the question.
"Why can't he come?" Nate asked, wondering.
"I can't come? What are you talking about? That bastard has my wife! Are you crazy?!" John shouted, finally comprehending. Bailey weighed the aspects. *John was trained, but because he had left the FBI, he was no longer authorized for a takedown. On the other hand, John had wanted to face Jack for the past nine years; and Sam was his wife…*
"Fine. C'mon."
The house was dim and musty, seemingly empty. The three men were unsure as they systematically checked each room looking for Samantha Grant.
Nothing.
Staying together for safety, the two FBI agents and the APD Captain made their way deeper into the house, finding the basement. *Please let Sammy be okay…* John thought, his gun trained over Bailey's shoulder at the basement door.
"Shit." Nate muttered as they stepped into the dark room. The smell of blood was overpowering. John immediately feared the worst and was only slightly relieved when Bailey shone the flashlight he had been carrying on a mattress in the corner of the room.
No words would form as he looked at the still-fresh blood that completely soaked the full-size mattress.
"Where is she?" Bailey thought aloud. After searching once more, the three left the house, joining the others outside.
"Maybe…maybe he…he…he staged this…this…" John stammered with fear, running a shaking, nervous hand through his short brown hair. All his years on the APD and his five with the FBI had not made the abduction of his pregnant wife any easier.
"Gracie will be able to tell us what it is all about." Bailey replied.
"What we really need is Sam and her 'hocus-pocus' skills." Nate added, smiling a sad smile.
"Bailey, I want the truth," John started strongly. "From experience, how long do you give Sam, adding in the fact that she's a trained agent and really smart, but subtracting because she's eight-and-a-half months pregnant."
"I…I would give…Sam could last…" Bailey stammered.
"This is either good or bad, depending on how you look at it," Grace interrupted, snapping off her latex gloves and saving Bailey from having to rip apart John's heart and soul.
"What are you talking about?" John asked, turning his full attention to the Medical Examiner.
"The scene in the basement. It has told me a lot. First, Sam had the baby. Mixed in with all that blood, most of which is Sam's, is amniotic fluid and a minute amount of AB negative blood. Sam is A negative, you're B, John, and Jack is O negative, so…"
"The baby is bleeding?"
"No, it's probably just from cutting its umbilical cord."
"You said it was either good or bad?" Nate asked. *I missed the birth of my first child…John thought… and if we don't find Sammy, there might not be any more babies. *
"Yes," Grace replied, "The good part is that the blood, because it is still somewhat fresh, shows us that Sam is still alive as of one or two o'clock. The bad news is that she had the baby." Grace glanced at John, not liking the painful expression on his handsome face. "Jack now has access to the baby. He can, well, he…the baby is no longer safe. Second, Sam, although she's still alive, is at a disadvantage because she's weakened and probably in pain. The labor could have had complications…we don't know. Jack's moving her from this scene wasn't beneficial to her; or the baby, for that matter."
"Great. Not only can the asshole torture my wife, now he can also torture my baby, too." John said. *And he can hurt the baby more easily…and use it as a weapon so Sam does what he wants her to…and kill them both just out of spite…and…* "God!! I hate this mother fucker!" he exclaimed as his mind wandered.
No one in the group even told him not to worry. Nobody said, "It'll be okay, we'll get her back." They couldn't even lie to him because the situation was so seemingly hopeless.