"I don't understand?" Jules said out loud, more to herself then Ed, who was concentrating on the road ahead of him.

"Understand what?" He replied, looking over at her.

"He was smiling, he was awake... there is no reason for him to skip work." Shaking her head, she looked over at him.

"Maybe something came up." Ed said trying to stay positive.

"He would have called."

"Jules, don't jump the gun here. I'm sure Sam is fine." He smiled, hoping to calm her.

"Yeah." She sighed, and looked out the window.


"Jeffery what are you doing?" Caroline Martin begged as he walked backwards to the living room keeping the gun pointed angrily on Sam.

"I wanted you to be here." He explained.

"How did you know I was coming?" She was confused, but kept her eyes locked on her husbands.

"I know you, Carol. I know that you wanted to come here today and tell this son-of-a-bitch that he was forgiven. That is was okay that he killed your son!" He screamed, chills ran over Sam's back at the desperate tone he was using.

"It wasn't his fault, Jeffery. Don't do this!" Tears fell from her eyes.

"I think you should listen to your wife. Nothing has happened yet, it's not too late to undo this." Sam pleaded for his own life.

"Nothing has happened? Nothing had happened? You killed my son!" He screamed. Slamming him hard against the wall, he pulled back the gun and hit Sam's face as hard as he could. Unable to hold back the groan, Sam's vision blurred and he grabbed his now damaged cheek.

"Jeffery, stop it! Don't hurt him!" She begged running forward and grabbing his arm.

"Get off me!" Throwing her back she fell and landed on the floor. "You ruined my life!" He screamed, pushing his arm on Sam's throat, paralyzing him in his spot. "Why won't you fight back?" He screamed.

"I've hurt you enough. I won't do it." Sam gasped.

"Please, Jeffery. Let's go home." Caroline begged standing up from the floor.

"No."


"Copy that." Ed said ending the call. "Sarg. wants us to report back to HQ with Braddock when he locate him."

"Why?" Jules replied, looking at him strangely.

"Wants to have a chat with him." He said, looking ahead he saw the extra car in Sam's driveway. "Who would that be?" The green minivan was not one Jules recognized.

"I'm not sure. No, wait. Stop here." Jules said. Stopping the car two driveways before Sam's house; Jules hopped out.

"Jules, wait." Ed put up his hand, and looked around.

"Why?" She stopped and turned back to him.

"That bad feeling you have... I got it to." He admitted. "Let's not rush in there."

"What's the plan?" She asked standing tall.


Still refusing to fight back, Sam endured the hits. Taking another punch to the face and one to the stomach he fell forwards to his knees.

"Fight back!" Jeffery screamed, pushing the gun into the skin on Sam's forehead.

"No." Sam coughed, spitting out blood.

"Hit me! Come on!" He antagonized, but he refused to give in.

"I'm not going to fight you." Looking up at his captor, he slowed his breathing, proving he wasn't afraid.

"Be a man! Fight back!" Tears fell freely from his eyes.

"I'm not going to do that Jeffery." Putting his hands up at his side, he looked Jeffery in the eye.


Getting closer to the house, Jules took east and Ed took west. Having a feeling of guilt for invading his friend privacy, Ed stepped carefully to the windows of his kitchen and peared inside. "You got anything, Jules?"

"Clear on the bedroom." She replied, looking into the window of his house.

"Clear on kitchen." Ed replied. Stepping to the next window, he was shocked by what he had seen. "Jules, I got him. Living room outside the kitchen. Two unknown subjects, one has a gun to Sam's head." Ed replied softly, pulling his gun from his holster.

"I'm on my way." She replied, pulling her own gun and joining Ed on the opposite side.