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Danny and Viv walked into the somewhat crowded club. It was 4 a.m. so the all nighters were getting sober and the disgruntled bartenders were getting drunk. The air stank of beer and sweat, and Danny cringed; the dancing part was fun – and of course all the girls – but the smells of a club always got to him. How disgusting.

"Wanna dance?" he asked Viv.

"Not here."

Danny smiled and led the way up to the bar, Viv right behind. "Are you Lucas Green?" Danny asked.

"No," was the short reply from the man behind the bar. He was about 6'2" and had brown hair and brown eyes and had an earring in his ear.

"Are you sure?" Danny asked, instantly knowing that sounded dumb.

"What, you wanna check my birth certificate or somethin'? I told you, 'no.' Now get lost."

Viv sighed. She hated losers like this. "I'm Special Agent Johnson from the FBI and this is Special Agent Taylor. We need to speak to Lucas Green."

The man behind the bar stared at Viv who stared right back; finally, he backed down. "Hey, yo Luke! Some feds wanna talk to ya!" he yelled.

"Thanks a lot for the trouble," Viv murmured.

Danny and Viv looked over until they saw a guy about 6 ft tall with dark hair and an earring came around. He introduced himself as Luke Green.

"We need to ask you a few questions about Samantha Spade," Danny said, getting right to the point.

"Samantha? Wow, it's been a while."

"When was the last time you saw her?" Viv asked.

"About a year ago, when we broke up. Why?"

"Well, that's real funny Luke. 'Cuz lots of people have seen you around her building lately looking for her."

"What? No way man, I respected our breakup and I would never stalk her. I'm not like that."

"Yeah, sure, that's what they all say," Danny said.

"Look, yeah Sam and I dated, OK? And yeah, we broke up. But I'm not one of those crazed guys who goes around stalking his ex-girlfriends, OK?"

"Where were you at about 8:00 tonight?" Viv asked.

"I was working. Anyone who was here can verify it."

Danny and Viv looked at each other. Maybe their slam dunk suspect wasn't the guy after all.

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Jack Malone stood in the hallway staring at Martin and Sam. He watched as Martin dropped small kisses on Sam's hand, arm, and forehead and whispered things to Sam's unconscious body. To say Jack was jealous was false, he wasn't jealous; he was envious. His own wife had left him and taken their daughters with her to Chicago and all Jack wanted was to love someone again. Hopefully that day would come, preferably sooner and not later, but right now all he could think about was his dying agent and friend. He slowly opened the door, and cleared his throat to acknowledge his presence.

"Hey Jack," Martin croaked. It sounded like he hadn't slept in years. It'd only been five hours, but it was beginning to look like five years. Jack could tell Martin had been crying, but he wasn't about to say anything, and he knew no matter what he said wouldn't make a difference: Martin would not leave Sam's side until she was well enough to go home with him.

"Hey, Martin, how is she?"

"Eh, same old. The beeping is beginning to drive me crazy but, she's still warm so that means something right?"

Jack gave Martin a small smile. "Yeah, that means something." The two men just looked at each other before Jack eventually cleared his throat again and looked away. "I just wanted to update you on the case, uh, we had a suspect, Luke Green."

"Had?"

"His alibi checks out. He was working at the time of the attack."

"Lucky alibi. Who is he?"

"Bartender who dated Sam about a year ago." Martin just nodded.

"Thanks for telling me Jack. Do you have anything else?"

"Not right now, but believe me we're working on it."

Martin nodded again before returning his gaze to Sam. Jack cleared his throat, obviously nervous about what he was about to propose because he knew he'd get shot down but risked it. "Why don't you go home and get some rest and let me stay with Sam for a while?"

"I appreciate it Jack, really, but I'm not leaving her until she wakes up. A-and don't think it's because I don't want you with her, because that's not it, i-it's just…"

"I know, I know," Jack interrupted, "Just thought I'd offer." Martin didn't say anything. "I'm going to go back to the office, but I'll update you the second we find anything out, OK?"

"Yeah, thanks Jack."

Jack nodded, and took one last glance at Martin holding Sam's hand before leaving the room.

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"Excuse me, nurse, can you tell me what room Samantha Spade is in?"

"Room 204."

"Thank you very much." The mystery man walked down the hall and made his way to Room 204.

A/N: Ooh, who is the mystery man? Will Sam live or die? Who attacked her if Luke has an alibi? Find out next……lol I will update tomorrow hopefully and if you wish to guess on who the mystery visitor is, be my guest. This one might throw you for a loop. :-) Until next time….