Hey guys, this is a fic I've been wanting to write for a while but I know I'm not the best with dialogue etc but I thought I'd give it a go. I'll be drawing upon some of my own personal experiences within this fic up to a point, anything past that I'll try and research as thoroughly as possible to give and accurate and sensitive portrayal. I'd love for your comments/constructive criticism on how to improve :)

4.23am

"Are you going to miss me?" Tom asked cheekily placing a kiss on Sam's lips before she could answer.

"Nope, I've got one shift then an entire weekend to watch my West Wing box sets and drink wine," Sam smiled, knowing how much he hated that show, "gonna miss me?"

"It would be hard to with all the hot Czech…" he noticed the playful glare Sam was giving him, "hot Czech women I'll have to save Danny from," he finished.

Tom was heading away for his friend Danny's stag weekend in Prague and the two had been playfully bickering about not missing each other for weeks. In reality though this was their first weekend apart since they had officially moved in together and both were a little hesitant. After a lot of trouble and arguments they were finally over the hurdles that had plagued their early relationship and were settled and happy with the way things were.

"Don't get too drunk," Sam warned, though Tom could see through her serious glare. Danny was a good bloke and she knew they wouldn't get into much trouble. Still it was fun to wind Tom up.

"You won't know if I do," Tom said in a singsong voice that Sam couldn't help but smile at.

"You've got everything?" she asked, "tickets, passport, pink tights…"

Tom went bright red at the thing Sam had said. "Don't think I didn't see you pack them," Sam smirked as Tom squirmed.

"They're for Danny, we've all had to take a piece of the costume, that was a the deal," he explained

"Yeah yeah I believe you," Sam smiled playfully as she checked her watch. She glanced over at the group of Tom's friends who were at the airport Weatherspoons, no doubt getting in an extremely early pint before the flight.

"You better go," she said, nodding over to the group who were now waving at the couple. One of the guys was holding up a pint and pointing at Tom.

"Duty calls," he said, placing one more kiss on Sam's lips before pulling her into a hug, "I love you,"

"I love you too," Sam replied

Sam was wide awake by the time she got home, despite waking up early to take Tom to the airport. Her eyes lingered for a moment of the photo of her and Tom that had pride of place in the hallway and smiled. She could honestly say that for the first time in a long time she was truly happy. Throwing her keys and bag down she checked the clock. 5.05am, she wasn't due at work until 9am but if she went back to bed now she'd have a hell of a time getting up. Sam decided on going for a run instead, especially if she was going to spend the rest of the weekend sitting on the sofa.

She quickly got changed into her running gear and a hoody since it was still cold out. She glanced outside and saw that the sky was beginning to lighten though the sun was nowhere to be seen yet. Grabbing the spare key and her iPod Sam left the house and stepped into the cool morning air.

Sam deviated slightly from her normal route as she wanted to add a couple of extra miles and she entered St Paul's park just as the sun began to streak out from the horizon. The wind was crisp and the birds were singing, not yet outdone by the drone of the city's daily traffic. It was a beautiful morning, Sam mused as she pushed herself a little bit harder. If she was honest, she'd become a little lax with her exercise routine over the past few weeks, finding it harder and harder to leave Tom's warm arms of a morning.

She skipped to a faster song on her iPod, some techno rubbish that Tom liked but that she had to admit was great to run to, and took off to do a lap around the lake seeing as she had time before work. Sam had gotten about half way around the lake when her iPod ran out of battery. She took the opportunity to stop and stretch out a cramp and noted that she really needed to get back into running regularly.

"Excuse me," came a gruff voice from behind her. Sam whirled around and came face to face with a tall middle aged man, standing a little too close for comfort.

"Sorry to bother you," he said, "I've lost my dog, we were playing fetch and she just ran off I don't suppose you've seen her?"

Sam took a step back and took in the man's appearance. He seemed normal enough, but there was something about him that bugged her, not that she could put a name to it.

"No I'm sorry," Sam replied, "I haven't," she put her iPod in her pocket and pointed to the path, "I've got to go or I'll be late for work. I hope you find her," she said.

"Never mind," the man said, though he didn't move.

Sam turned to continue her run but then she figured it out, the thing that was bugging her. The man had claimed to have lost his dog but he had no lead in his hand. If the dog had been off the lead he would still have had it.

Fear dropped in the pit of her stomach like a lead ball. She could feel the adrenaline start to course through her veins but he must have picked up on her tenseness because before Sam had a chance to react he hit her with such force that she lost consciousness. He looked around quickly just to double check they were alone before he grabbed both of her wrists and started dragging her with ease towards the dense wood that edged the lake.

The scratching of the sharp stones and tree branches that she was being drug over roused Sam from her unconscious state. Her head was fuzzy and she felt sick, but as soon as her eyes focused she could see the man dragging her into the woods. She began to kick her legs furiously in an attempt to get free but he was unbelievably strong for a man of his build. He tightened his grip on her wrists as she twisted her body. It was no use, all she was achieving was sprained wrists.

"Get off me," Sam snarled, digging her heels into the soft ground in an attempt to slow him down, "Let me go. LET ME GO," she shouted, but he just looked down at her coldly. She could see it in his eyes, what he was going to do. Her anger quickly turned into fear and she began to panic, knowing that there was no way she could overpower this man "Help, someone help me," she screamed as loudly as her lungs would allow her. It earned her a sharp kick in the ribs from the man who laughed cruelly as she fought to catch her breath.

"There's no one here love, no one to scream for," he told her, "now just be a good girl and I won't have to hurt you," he taunted. Sam struggled to hold back tears of fear, there was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. No way.

tbc...

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