A/N: Hey guys! I felt bad for not keeping my promise about Sam Whump in the last chapter I uploaded last night, so here is another one less than 12 hours later. Plenty of Sam Whump to go around!

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Chapter 7:

Sam started regaining consciousness; his head was pounding, but he slowly opened his eyes. He was in a dark room, tied to a chair with his hands behind his back. He still had his cool pants and boots on, but now he was shirtless. He had to find a way out of here. Now he wished he would've turned his phone back on so his team could find him. He didn't know that they had read his text messages and gotten the address, so he thought he was all on his own.

The door to the room opened and Mitchell and his dad, Daniel walked in the room. "Well, hello there Sam. It's nice to see you again." Mitchell said and gave him a sadistic smile.

Sam tried to connect, even though negotiations were not his strong suit, "Mitchell, I want to tell you about what happened on the day Matt died."

"HE DIDN'T JUST DIE! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU ARE A MURDERER!" Mitchell raged and kicked the chair on its side, Sam still tied to it. Mitchell kicked Sam's stomach and head. His hands were still behind his back so he couldn't even protect himself. Daniel just stood back and watched his son get revenge on the man who had killed his youngest boy.

Mitchell had accidentally bumped Sam's injured ankle and Sam sucked in a breath. "Oh, is poor little Sammy hurt?" Mitchell roughly took off Sam's boot and unwrapped his foot. Sam winced in pain, and then let out a scream as Mitchell raised his foot and stomped down on Sam's swollen and purple ankle. The pain was too much and Sam vomited. Then Mitchell went back to kicking him again. The pain was coming in waves, so Sam allowed himself to slip back into the sea of unconsciousness.

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Team One was discussing their entry plan over the headsets. Ed said, "Jules, Sierra One; Leah and Spike, cover the back exit," he looked at Wordy, who was in the back of he and Greg's SUV with Shelley, "can you keep it professional?" Wordy gave him a curt nod, "okay, Wordy and I will enter in the front door. Everyone let's get this done, Sam needs us."

Greg said, "guys, we don't know what might find—" Ed shot Greg a sharp glance. "I'm just being honest, Eddie. If Mitchell wanted revenge on Sam and they found him, it's not going to be pretty."

"Well let's hope they didn't find him."

They sped down the road, lights flashing and sirens blaring, hoping that Sam could hold on for 15 more minutes.

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When Sam awoke again, he was chained with his arms down, almost by his sides, against a wall, his feet were also chained to the wall, and he had ropes under his arms that were hooked to the ceiling to help keep him in a standing position. His head felt like it was going to explode and it was hard to breathe. His ankle was constantly throbbing, and he felt like an elephant was sitting on his chest. It hurt to take in anything more than a short breath. He quickly noted all of the injuries he was sure he had. Broken ankle. Probably cracked and broken ribs. Head injury? Maybe even a punctured lung.

He hoped his team was on the way because he didn't know how much longer he could take it, and he knew Mitchell wouldn't be done until he was dead. Then he suddenly remembered Allie. A tear slipped from his eye as he remembered the terrified look on her face when he found her. He hoped they hadn't found her and she was still hiding.

The door swung opened again, and Mitchell stood in the doorway. He stepped in the room and closed the door behind him. Sam looked at Mitchell with a pained expression and pleaded, "Mitchell, please listen to me. You have to understand that Matt's death was not my fault. My sergeant cleared—"

He was cut off by Mitchell's angry voice, "You were the one behind the gun. You were the one locating targets. You were the one who pulled the trigger. This means that yes, YOU were responsible for his death. You shot my baby brother in cold blood." A tear slid down Mitchell's cheek.

Sam replied, "Matt was like my brother. You think what happened didn't affect me?! For months after it happened I sat awake almost every night ready to eat a bullet. But Matt had taught me to see the beauty of life, and I was going to keep trying to find that because it's what he would want."

Mitchell responded to this by throwing a punch into Sam's stomach. And another. And another. Sam grunted with the blows, but wasn't going to give Mitchell the satisfaction of hearing him yell out in pain.

Obviously the punches weren't giving Mitchell what he wanted, so he left the room and quickly returned with the gun Sam had brought. He smiled heartlessly and said, "maybe if you couldn't shoot anymore, it would save someone else from going through the heartache I've gone through." Without even a second thought, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger, the bullet searing into Sam's left forearm and then quickly firing again, this one going into Sam's left shoulder. He couldn't help but cry out in pain. He could feel the blood seeping down his arm, and dripping off of his hand making a growing pool of blood on the floor. When Mitchell started punching him more, Sam thought, maybe this is what I deserve. I did kill my best friend. I guess I'm finally being punished for it. As tears started to fall down his cheeks, he closed his eyes and let the blackness consume him again.

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The Team had arrived and started getting into place. On Ed's count, he and Wordy entered the front door, and Spike and Leah entered the back. They saw multiple subjects and shouted "POLICE! SRU! Get down on the ground!" All but one of the subjects complied. Mitchell ran into one of the rooms, and Ed noticed he had a gun. They handcuffed the 6 men, and 1 woman and the uniformed officers came and led them away. Ed, Wordy, Spike and Leah started to run down the hall, guns drawn, when they heard a gunshot. They all spilled into the room that Mitchell went into. They stopped in their tracks when they saw the sight before them. Mitchell was standing in the room holding a shirtless Sam in front of him and holding a gun at his temple. Sam's chest was already forming large purple bruises. There was blood seeping all down his arm from an unseen injury. And he had a gunshot wound to the abdomen that was rapidly bleeding. They guessed that was the most recent injury.

Ed quietly spoke into his headset "Greg, you and Jules get in here quickly, we have to negotiate. Winnie, how long until EMS gets here?" Greg had told Winnie to send EMS when they were on their way.

"ETA is about 10 minutes."

"Thanks, Winnie."

Greg came in the room and stepped in front of Ed, Jules covering him with the shield. "Mitchell, we just want to talk. We don't want anyone else to get hurt here today."

"There is nothing to talk about. This 'teammate' of yours killed my baby brother. Aren't you worried he might do the same to you?" Sam was conscious, but he was looking at the ground, not being able to stand looking his teammates in the eyes. Wordy and Spike were both looking at Sam, willing him to look at them. They knew he wasn't in a good place physically, but he also probably wasn't in a good place emotionally right now, so they had to connect with him. Finally, Sam must've felt their eyes on him because he looked up at them with a pained expression. Wordy gave him a fatherly look, that told him he would be here through everything. Spike's face flooded with relief that Sam looked at him, and then he gave him a small smile to let him know that he would be okay, Spike would make sure of it.

Mitchell continued, "he shot him in cold blood. His own team member. His supposed 'best friend', just one shot and now he's gone."

Greg tried to get control back, "Mitchell, you have to understand that Sam's sergeant cleared him to fire. Sam was told the Unit was out. He trusted in his sergeant to guide him, and his sergeant failed him. You can't blame him for following orders."

"I can when he pulled the trigger of the gun that put a bullet between my brothers eyes. And he is not going to leave here without me getting revenge. You know what they say, 'an eye for an eye', right? A life for a life?" Mitchell's finger tightened on the trigger.

BANG!

:O Cliffhanger's are so evil, sorry about that. I'll update really soon though.

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