Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Without a Trace, I wish I did "sigh". anyhow, pls don't sue me, I don't have any money anyway.

Timeline: right now. I'm trying to keep it as close to the show as I can.

a/n. I'm sorry if I don't update very often, I've been so busy lately I hardly have time to sleep, but I promise I'll do my best to keep at it. hope you enjoy the next chapter: )

Chapter 2

"Now there's tears

on the pillow

Darlin' were we slept,

and you took my heart

when you left

without your sweet kiss my soul is lost, my friend

tell me how do I begin again?

my city's in ruins."

Sam was leaning on the balcony railing looking at the tall buildings she was slowly getting tired of. If she thought she could get the nerve up she would probley leave New York, start over some place new. She sometimes thought about Boston or even California, she didn't have anything holding her back, and it would be a kind of release to get away. But she new she couldn't leave, her job was the only thing that truly kept her going, but she had to admit to herself, her job wasn't the only thing keeping her here. A certain blue eyed agent wouldn't let her move on. She told herself every morning it was over, they would never be together, but her heart had an annoying way of not listening to a word she said.

"Sam?" she turned to see Martin in the doorway, "We have a case."

"Okay, thanks." She sighed before following him inside.

At their desks she noticed all but one agent was there. "Danny's not back yet?"

"No, but he's on his way." Elena answered. "He better hurry or Jack will have his ass."

"Do you know what that was all about with his friend?" Sam asked.

"I know as much as you do." She answered.

Sam nodded and looked up at the picture Viv was hanging on the whiteboard. When she saw it her expression was a mix of surprise and rapidly growing fear. Martin noticed and looked from her to the picture she was staring at.

"Sam, you alright?" He asked, and now Viv and Elena had noticed.

"I, I...that's him, that's Chris."

"You know him?" martin asked, eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes, I mean, I did... he broke it off last night."

"Did you see him?" Viv asked professionally.

"No, he left a message on my machine." She answered absently, trying to process what she'd just found out. "He sounded fine, I mean not fine, but he didn't sound in trouble."

"Look, Sam, you need to go talk to Jack first." Martin told her.

"Yeah, I know." she tried to remain calm as she headed to Jacks office.

a/n I know it's realy short but i'm getting it together.more soon: )