A/N: I'm not sure how long you guys like your chapters, but this is the longest chapter out of this story! :) Only one more chapter after this and hopefully I'll be able to post it tomorrow or Friday (we'll see how the rest of the week goes because this week is definitely a lot worse than dead week, which is next week!)

Anyways, thank you for reviewing! :D


Chapter 9: The Second Day

Sam's Apartment

The next day, Sam was woken up by cold water being dumped on his head. He blinked his eyes and looked up at Dwayne who had a cup in his hand. "Wakey, wakey," he said with a smile. Sam closed his eyes and let out a small groan when Dwayne turned around. After he had passed out the day before, he had woken up and was subjected to more torture until it got dark. Then Dwayne had decided to go to sleep, so Sam did too as well.

"Today we're gonna have a change in scenery," Dwayne said as he went through the duffle bag. He pulled out two set of handcuffs and walked into Sam's bedroom. When he came back out, he went back to the table and grabbed the knife. He went over to Sam and bent down on one knee. "Do anything stupid and you'll regret it," he told him before cutting the tape off of his legs.

'I couldn't if I wanted to,' thought Sam as Dwayne cut the tape off of his wrists, leaving the tape on over his mouth.

When he was free, Dwayne pushed him out of the chair, making him fall. Sam let out a groan as he turned onto his side, which was a big mistake. Dwayne saw his opening and he started to kick Sam in the stomach. Sam tried to block them from coming, but Dwayne was able to get some good ones in there.

Dwayne stopped kicking and looked down at Sam, smiling. Then he grabbed both of Sam's arms and dragged him into the bedroom, leaving a small blood trail behind him. Once in the room, he dropped Sam, who let out a grunt, and then walked back out to grab the duffle bag. Coming in again, he closed the door behind him and put the duffle on the dresser. Then he went back to Sam, picked him up, laid him on the bed, and handcuffed both hands to the bed post, with Sam's shoulder screaming in pain.

When the pain subsided, Sam opened his eyes and looked at his kidnapper. He knew that if he lasted one more day, his team would come look for him; but he just hoped his torturer didn't kill him before then.

Dwayne picked up the knife and looked at his prisoner. Sam closed his eyes as he stepped closer. "I'd hate to ruin your bedding, but when I'm done, you won't have to worry about that anymore," he said as he drug the knife across Sam's left forearm, making blood rush out and Sam scream. He went over to the other side of the bed and did the same thing to his right forearm. Sam kept his eyes clenched as his breathing became labored.

While the wounds were still fresh, Dwayne grabbed the salt from the duffle bag. Sam had opened his eyes and saw what was in his hand. His eyes widened and he shook his head, but to no avail. Dwayne opened the lid of the can and with a smile, dumped some salt on Sam's left arm. Sam screamed out as the salt went inside the wound and Dwayne rubbed it in. When it was repeated on the other side, Sam couldn't scream anymore since his throat was so raw. He was disappointed when he didn't pass out from the pain.

"You want more huh?" Dwayne asked. He put the salt in the duffle and took out the fireplace poker. "I can give you more," he said as he opened the door and went to the kitchen while Sam tried to yell out. When Dwayne came back and shut the door behind him, he had the poker in his hand with one end red hot. He came closer to the bed and put the hot end on Sam's stomach and left it there for a few seconds. Then he put it on Sam's side and then at the base of his neck, all the while making Sam yell.

When the poker wasn't hot anymore, he put that away and took out the bat. Sam couldn't help his body from shaking as he again closed his eyes and clenched his fists while the bat came down on him again and again and again.

This lasted all day with a few breaks every now and then for Dwayne to eat or to watch some TV. At the end of the previous day, Sam had thought that it couldn't get any worse, but he was wrong. Today had definitely been worse and unlike the day before, Sam never passed out from the pain. He just had to last a few more hours…

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The next morning; The Barn

All of Team One, minus Sam, had showed up for work-out, showered, and were all geared up, waiting in the briefing room. "Where's Sam at?" asked Spike.

"He didn't really like my suggestion of giving him two days off, so I would have thought he would have been the first one here today," Greg said.

"It was a good suggestion Greg, he needed it," Ed assured him.

Jules, meanwhile, had been trying to call Sam on his cellphone, but she wasn't getting an answer. "The third time I've called and it's gone straight to voicemail," she said as she sat down.

"Well the last time he was late, he went missing," Wordy reminded the team.

Greg and Ed looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. Greg nodded and Ed quickly left the room and got into one of the SUVs in the garage to head over to Sam's place.

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Sam's Apartment

Dwayne had gone back into the bedroom, closed the door, and was now leaning against the dresser, looking at Sam. He had taken off the tape from Sam's mouth when he came in, but Sam hadn't said anything and was staring up at the ceiling. "What's wrong Sammy? Cat got your tongue?" he taunted, smiling.

Sam slowly looked over at him. "How long are you gonna keep on doing this?" he asked, hoarsely. His throat was so raw that it hurt to talk.

"I don't know. I figured you'd be dead by now, but you keep on fighting," Dwayne said.

Sam swallowed. "No matter what happens to me, you're not gonna get away with this," he told him as he winced.

Dwayne stepped closer. "Sure I will. With you out of the picture, they'll be no more witnesses." He leaned in so their faces were close together. "So why don't you just give up already? Nobody cares about you…if they did, then how come no one checked up on you for two whole days?" he asked him.

Sam looked at him and then looked away, not wanting to believe anything he was saying. He finally looked back to him. "You're wrong. You don't know my team," he whispered back.

Dwayne straightened up. "Doesn't matter. Now it's finally time for you to die," he said as he clutched the knife.

Before he could do anything though, they both heard a knock and a muffled "Sam!" coming from the front door.

"Hel-!" Sam screamed as loud as he could before Dwayne's hand rushed out and placed it over his mouth, cutting him off.

"Shhhhh!" whispered Dwayne as Sam looked at him.

'Ed please come in, please come in!' Sam thought as he stared at his bedroom door, his kidnapper's hand still over his mouth.

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Outside Sam's Apartment

Ed had showed up to Sam's place, finding the door locked. He knocked loudly and yelled out his teammate's name, but didn't hear anything. Looking around, he went across the hallway to another apartment and knocked. A few seconds later, an old lady opened the door. "Hi ma'am, my name's Ed Lane from the Police Strategic Response Unit. I was wondering if you had seen anyone coming or going from that apartment," he asked her, pointing to Sam's door.

"No, it's been quiet over there lately…not that it's ever loud," she told him, making Ed smile. "Now wait, I did see a man leave a couple days ago and then come back later, but that was it."

Ed took out his phone and showed her Sam's picture. "Was this the guy you saw?" he asked. The lady shook her head. "Okay, you've been very helpful ma'am, thank you," he told her.

He went back to Sam's door, took out his lock pick and got to work. Pretty soon, he had the door unlocked. Standing up, he pushed the door open, but couldn't get inside because the door chain was in place. He was about to yell Sam's name out again when he noticed some blood on the floor. Knowing something wasn't right, Ed immediately asked Winnie for EMS.

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Dwayne still had his hand over Sam's mouth, listening for anything else to happen. After a while, he heard what sounded like the front door unlocking. He silently cursed as he took his hand off of Sam's mouth, grabbed the bat from the floor and stood behind the bedroom door.

Sam tried to scream out again, to warn Ed from what was going to happen, but he couldn't. Screaming for help had hurt a lot and had taken up the rest of what little bit of voice he had. He just hoped that what he knew was going to happen didn't happen.

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After asking Winnie for medics, Ed took his gun out and kicked the door in. "Police, SRU!" he yelled. He was shocked and angry at all of the blood that surrounded the lone chair. After clearing the living room and kitchen, he noticed the drag marks that led to the closed bedroom. He walked to the door and slowly turned the knob and pushed the door in. Seeing Sam handcuffed to the bed, Ed stepped inside with his gun drawn. He stopped and yelled out when something hard came down on his hands, making him drop his gun.

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When Dwayne saw the gun, he immediately slammed the bat on top of the hands holding it. Without wasting a beat, he took the bat and swung it at the cop's stomach, making him double over. Before he could hit the cop on the back, he soon found himself on the ground with the cop on top of him.

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After dropping the gun, Ed was surprised again when he was hit in the stomach. With the vest taking most of the brunt, Ed saw his chance and wrapped his arms around his attacker's legs, making him fall over. Having the upper hand, he threw in a few good punches before the guy passed out.

Taking a deep breath, Ed stood up and walked over to Sam. "Oh my God," he said as he got a close up look of him. Every inch seemed to be covered in blood. He pulled out his keys and unlocked both cuffs from Sam's wrists. Then he took one of the handcuffs, put them on Dwayne and went back over to the bed. He took some gauze and bandages out and started applying them to the few places that were still bleeding a bit. He looked at Sam whose eyes were glossed over. "Stay with me Sam, help's on the way," he told him, receiving a weak nod. "Geez, I'm so sorry Sam. Two wanted men were after you and none of us came over or called."

Still not able to say anything, Sam swallowed and shook his head. He could barely move his hand to point down at the unconscious Dwayne. Ed followed his pointing finger and looked back at Sam, giving him a small nod.

Not long later, EMS finally arrived and was able to take Sam back to the hospital. Before he left, Ed took his hand and looked him in the eyes. "No going on cardiac arrests this time, okay?" Ed told, or rather ordered, him. Sam gave him a smile and squeezed his TL's hand before he was rolled away on the gurney.