Sam didn't know where he was running, but he did run into Rolly, the Sergeant from Team 3, knocking him to the floor. "What the heck?" Rolly groaned from his position on his back, "Sam?" Rolly didn't know Sam that well because he was transferred to Team 3 the day Sam arrived, but he did hear about what was happening. He was going to ask how Sam was, when Sam grabbed his side arm and pushed himself up, pointing the gun at him. Rolly raised his hands slowly, still lying on his back, "Hey, Sam. What are you doing?" Sam looked bad, he was sweating, pale and his eyes weren't focused.

Sam frowned at the man on the ground, he knew this man, but he couldn't place him. He was familiar with the uniform though and it told him that he didn't want to hurt him. "Sam!" A voice came from behind him. It was Jules and Spike. No, if they catch him the insurgents will hurt them. Sam started running again, out the back of the building. He was heading to the SRU training grounds.

Spike pulled Rolly to his feet, "Sorry, man, no time to explain." He said before chasing after his buddy again. Rolly turned to see them disappear through the back door, then turned to see Wordy and Lou running up to him. Rolly pointed to the door, "That way." Wordy nodded to him as he ran pass with Lou. "Good luck, guys." Rolly had worked with Team one for a long time, but this was a hard case. Any call involving one of their own will always be difficult, but having Sam the way he is right now, was just unfair.

Sam ran into the training building and continued until he was in the room on the far side of the building. He locked the door and started pacing the dark and empty room, gun in his trembling hand, trying to figure out how to get his friends out of this mess. He jumped when a thump came from the door. "Sam!" Jules. "Sam, open the door."

"Go away, Jules!" Sam called back, his voice hasn't been this strong in a while.

"Sam, buddy, why'd you lock yourself in there, man?" Spike.

Sam ran his hands through his hair in frustration, "Get away from me! It's not safe!"

"Sam, tell us what's going on?"

Sam didn't answer, he just kept pacing, "Don't let them in here, or the insurgents will open fire." Ben warned Sam. Sam looked at the four insurgents pointing their guns at the door, ready to shoot anyone who came in.

Jules and Spike stood outside the door, not sure what to do. Wordy and Lou came up to them, puffing, "What's going on?"

Jules shook her head, "Sam locked himself inside and he doesn't want us here."

Wordy looked at her. They had to think fast. "How much time do we have left?"

Spike looked at his watch, "Half an hour." It wasn't much time at all.

"Okay, we treat this like any other hot call. We need eyes. Spike, Lou, go get our gear."

"Yes, Sir." Spike was impressed at how Wordy has taken control.

"And get onto Ed and the Boss. Tell Ed we need that antidote, now!" Wordy ordered, then turned to Jules, "Talk to him, Jules. Talk him down." Jules looked at Wordy, not sure if she could do it. "Jules, he's Sam, you know him better than any of us." Jules took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and nodded. She could do this.

Ed was impatiently going through the evidence the team had found with Thompson when a call came on his mobile.

"Ed, we've got an emergency." Spike was running back to the training building with Lou and the gear they needed, "Sam's hallucinations are really bad…he's locked himself in a room in the training building with Rolly's sidearm…we're gonna try and talk him down, but we need that antidote!"

"Copy that, Spike. Does the Boss know?"

"Not yet! We can't get through to him. I'm guessing he's still talking to the Attorney General."

"Okay, keep trying." Ed turned to the man on the cot, "The guy you shot just locked himself inside a room with a gun."

Thompson looked at him in shock, "The hallucinations weren't suppose to get so bad."

Ed pulled Thompson off the bed and spun him around, shoving him against the wall, "Maybe for a normal man, but Sam's a soldier. He's been through hell over in Afghanistan, so tell me what you think his hallucinations would be about." Ed growled at him.

Thompson shook his head, "I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't know! You're a selfish son of a bitch who's doing this just to make yourself feel better and just for the heck of it, you decided to drag my friend into hell to do it!" Ed let him go, disgusted at the man and no longer feeling any sympathy. "You think you're the only one who's been through hell? You think you're the only one whose been unfairly treated? Wake up, Mister, this world is full of people who have been wronged but the difference between you and them is that they're unwilling to kill to get what they want."

"I did it for my son!"

"You're worse than a killer. You're killing Sam in the worse possible way. You're making him relive his worse nightmare. So forgive me if I don't give a damn what or who you're doing it for?" Thompson's shoulders slumped in defeat and Ed saw his opening, "It's not too late. Where's the antidote?"

Thompson looked up at him, "I lied about the timeframe. You still have a couple of hours left."

Ed sighed a breath of relief, he knew he was cutting it close even if he did manage to get the location of the antidote. There was still a good chance he wouldn't have gotten it to Sam on time. "Where is it?"

"I buried it at my son's grave at the foot of the gravestone." Thompson answered. "Just inject it into his arm. It'll take some time for it to work but there's a sedative in it that should put your man to sleep so his body has the chance to rid itself of the toxin."

"Thank you." Ed exited the cell, pausing before leaving, "We'll clear your son's name." Ed said without looking at the man. He could hear Henry sobbing as he walked down the corridor, putting his ear piece back on. "Spike, I'm on my way to get the antidote. How's Sam?"

Spike was watching Sam through the camera that Lou had just snaked through under the door. Sam was sitting with his back against the wall and a gun in his hand, facing the door. He looked like he was ready to shoot anyone who walked through that door. "Just get it over here fast."

"Copy that."

"Wordy, we have eyes and it ain't looking good." Spike had set up in a room near the front of the building, not wanting Sam to over hear anything they were saying. "I'm sending the video link to your tablet." Wordy got out the tablet Lou had handed him as soon as he got back.

"Got it." Wordy showed Jules.

Jules looked at the defeated figure sitting on the floor on the other side of the door. "Sam, can you tell me who Ben is?"

Sam rubbed his face, he didn't want to tell Jules about Ben but he had never really kept it a secret. "Go ahead, Sam, tell her who I am." Ben leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Tell her what you did to me."

Sam looked at the door, she had the right to know. "Ben's a buddy, we served two tours together. The second one wasn't just my last, it was his too."

Ben sat down next to Sam, the way he used to when they were over in Kandahar keeping watch, "Come on, Sam, you're prettying it all up. Look at me, does this look pretty to you?" Ben pointed to the side of his head where all the blood was.

"I was shooting from two kilometres away with a 50 calibre. I was cleared to shoot, but Ben was there. He wasn't suppose to be there." Sam turned to his friend, "You weren't suppose to be there."

"You're blaming me for you killing me?" Ben asked him in disgust.

Sam shook his head, "I've never blamed anyone but myself. I almost went crazy."

"But you didn't, you got over it, like you would get over a girl breaking up with you. You got on with your life and wiped me from your memories." Ben accused.

"How can I wipe you from my mind? It's not possible?"

Jules and Wordy watched and listened to the one sided conversation. "Jules, you need to get him to talk to you."

Jules nodded, wiping away her tears, "Sam? Can you do me a favour? I can't hear Ben. Can you tell me what he's saying?"

Wordy nodded, "That's good, Jules, let's see what's going on in his mind."

Ed knelt down in front of James Thompson's grave. He could hear everything that's being said and he knew he was running out of time. Sam's conversation with Ben was going down a bad road. Ed dug around the foot of the gravestone, sighing in relief when he felt the edge of a box. He kept digging around until he revealed the whole box. Ed pulled it out and nodded to himself when he found a vile of clear liquid. He got up, "Spike, I have it. I'm coming to you now!" Ed ran back to his truck and got out his cell phone, while starting the car. "Come on, Greg, answer your damn phone!"

"Ed, tell me Sam's got the antidote."

"No, but I have and Thompson lied about the time limit. Sam still has time. Put on your headset, Sam's in some serious trouble and Jules is going to need your help."

"Damn it! Okay, I will." Ed could tell that Greg was angry at himself for not keeping his phone on, but he needed to get the report to the Attorney General and convince him that overturning the conviction was the right thing to do, which would've taken time.

"Greg, just get over there. I'm on my way." Ed put on his siren and weaved through the cars, praying that he would get there in time.

"Ben thinks I've forgotten him. He thinks I wiped him from my memories." Sam shook his head, "I couldn't forget him, Jules. My father tried to make me forget, but I couldn't let him do it."

Jules looked at Wordy, confused, "How did your father try to make you forget, Sam?"

"Electric shock therapy." Sam answered as he looked at Ben, "I didn't let him."

Spike slammed his fists on the table in his room, he couldn't believe Sam's father would do that to him. Lou squeezed Spike's shoulder to calm him down even though he felt like throwing something across the room himself.

Ed drove his truck straight over to the training grounds, bypassing having to park the truck and run over to the building. This was much faster, "Son of bitch!" Ed growled as he got out of the truck with the antidote and a first aid kit.

Greg slammed his hand over the steering wheel, "Hang it there, Sam."

Jules looked at Wordy, she couldn't stand Sam's father. She has heard enough about him from Sam to know that she didn't care if she never met the man. "What do I say to that?" She whispered to Wordy.

Wordy closed his eyes, this was getting worse by the minute. "Sam," Wordy called out taking over, "That's a brave thing you did, you know that? So many people would've taken that offer, to be able to forget such a painful memory, but you didn't. Sam," Wordy slammed a fist on the door, "you chose to keep remembering, to keep Ben alive. You chose to live and continue to make a difference. Sam, you're a better man than me."

Sam turned from looking at Ben, who seemed to have quieted, to the door between him and Team One. Wordy was the most level-headed person he knew, he's forgiving and always seeing the best in others. He's the world's best father and loving husband Sam wished that he could be half the man Wordy is. "That's not true." Sam shook his head, "I'm not a good guy."

"No, you're not, Sam. You're a killer and sooner or later you're going to get your team killed." Ben's voice came into his head again, "The only way they will be safe from you is if you're dead."

Sam's head spun in shock, looking at his dead friend, stunned, "You think I should kill myself."