Authors note: Hey everyone! I got fifteen reviews! Here's the thing, a lot of you said that last chapter was very anti-climatic, and that it seemed way too easy that Simon was caught like that. Wait, people, wait! I'm not done! I was making it like that on purpose! Okay? Okay. And yes, the somewhat ooc-ness of Sam...I'm sorry people. I really try to channel the character, but sometime's I have to face the facts: I'm an extremely girly, preppy person. And...sometimes that shows through my writing when I let my guard down. But I'll try to fix that.

Thank's to all of my reviewers. You are all amazing and I love you all.

On with the story

'That arrest was way to easy...'

'Simon's smart, he couldn't have been caught like that...'

'Wait...he was stalking me, right? Shouldn't he know what Danny and Tucker look like? The guy in the art gallery didn't even recognize them...'

'Something just isn't right here...'

"Sam. Sam. Saaaammm. Sam!"

I jumped, being brought out of my revenue of thoughts. "Wha–what?" I replied, disoriented.

Valerie sighed. "I had been calling you for two minutes. Are you feeling okay?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, leaning back on the sofa once again.

We were sitting in the living room of our Apartment, with everyone from Unit 145. We were all in a good mood, or...well...they were. After all, we had just caught a serial killer, right?

Danny and Tucker sat down on the couch on either side of me. "Come on Sammmmmm" Tucker whined, putting his arm around me in a friendly manner. "You should be happy! Your troubles are over..."

I smiled weakly. "I am happy, guys. I really am."

This seemed to satisfy no one. Valerie was about to speak up when she was cut off by a knock on the door. "I'll get that." She said.

It was the plumber, coming to fix the broken showerhead. Valerie let them in. He looked much better than the first plumber we hired...he was clean shaven and didn't smell of alcohol and rotten fish.

"The bathroom is right over there, please do what you can." She said, and they nodded, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind them.

Charlie stood up. "How about we go down to the Nasty Burger and get some food? My treat?" He proposed, and upon hearing the last part everyone nodded and stood up. Everyone except me.

"Sam, you want to come?" Danny asked me, and I shook my head.

"No...no. I've got lot's of...lot's of paperwork to fill out, about the case...and I want to get it done." I said solemnly, staring down at my work.

Danny sighed. "Okay Sam. We'll come back afterwards." I sighed. Danny knew there was no way to convince me to come. Stubbornness is one of my charms.

They all turned and left the apartment silently, closing the door behind them.

Of course, I had no actual intent of filling out the paperwork tonight. Instead, I placed the papers down on the coffee table, closed my eyes and buried my face into one of the pillows, exhausted. I think I almost drifted off to sleep, when I was interrupted by a voice.

"Excuse me, miss?" Someone asked, behind me. I turned around. It was one of the plumbers. He had a kind of Boston-Brooklyn accent, which I thought was a bit strange, since we were in Colorado and all. I stood up slowly. "Yeah?"

"Would you mind if you gave me a hand, in the bathroom? I need an extra pair of hands...I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "Of course it's not a..." and that was the first time I got a real good look at him. "Problem."

He looked familiar, I don't know how...but I could have sworn I had seen him before. There was something about his eyes. Oh my God. His eyes.

My mind flashed back to two nights ago, when I was being forcefully pressed up against a sheet rock wall, a gloved hand pressed tightly around my neck, and two black, onyx eyes staring darkly into mine as he tied a scarf around my neck.

Instinctively, my hand went to my pocket, where my cell phone was kept. I backed away from him as I attempted to pull it out. I guess that was a mistake, because he soon realized what I was doing, and the next thing I knew I had been flung to the ground, my phone flying out of my hand and landing across the room, hopelessly out of reach.

A cold, clammy hand was pressed over my mouth as I struggled fiercely. My body was being pressed into the ground as his body painfully crushed mine. My scream of pain did not sound through his hand. There was no hope. I was alone.

'This is it.' I thought. 'I'm going to Die'

Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes as I felt a long silky scarf being tied around my neck once again.

Horrific memories of the dead women in their homes, threatening note's written to me in blood...they all came back and combined with what was going on now, and I thought I was going to pass out and die of fear before Simon even had the chance to kill me.

"This is it Samantha." He whispered to me darkly. The fake accent he used was gone. All I heard now was the dark and evil tone he used whenever he had called on the phone. He was so close I could feel his breath on my skin, and I tried so hard to break free...to no avail.

"You were a good little agent, putting all the clues I laid out for you together, arresting the art fanatic. For a while I didn't think you'd figure it out at all." He had pulled me up roughly to my feet again before slamming me against the wall. I felt my vision darken for a moment upon impact, but it quickly returned.

He pressed me against the wall, one hand over my mouth and the other clutching the end of the scarf he had tied around my neck. The tears were flowing freely now, and I was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

"You're beautiful, Samantha. Yet you had to go and step outside of your place. You deserve to be punished, like all the others. And I will really, really enjoy this."

The scarf suddenly tightened around my neck to the point were I couldn't even make a sound. It hurt...I couldn't breathe. I was being strangled. He was killing me. I was dying. That same thought kept running through my mind over and over until I couldn't think any more. My eyes clouded over and my thoughts grew hazy. I barely registered the sound of a gunshot coming from behind us. I didn't react or respond as Simon fell to the floor before he could finish the job.

All I did was collapse to the floor, falling to my knees and gasping for air. A pair of strong, yet comforting arms wrapped themselves around me, and I went limp into his arms, managing to whisper one word before my mind went completely blank. "Danny..."

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The first thing I saw when I woke up was a white ceiling. I didn't know how long I was out...nor did I ever remember passing out in the first place. Where was I?

Bringing myself to sit up a little I saw that I was lying in a hospital bed. All the members of unit 145 were in the room. Charlie and Tara were asleep in two chairs across the room, Valerie had collapsed on an empty hospital bed next to mine, Tucker was curled up in a ball on the floor, and Danny...

I smiled as I saw Danny, sitting in a chair right next to my bed, fast asleep. He really did look cute when he was sleeping...

The pain had started to settle in, and I let out a little groan. I guess it was a soft enough groan that only Danny, who was sitting close enough to me, heard...and he opened his eyes. He opened his mouth and I knew he was about to shout, and I quickly raised my finger to my lips to silence him. He smiled sheepishly before nodding.

"Sam!" He whispered. "How are you feeling?" I gave him a weak smile.

"I feel much better. Really." I told him honestly. Though deep, deep inside, I was still shaking in fear.

Somehow he seemed to sense this and placed his hand over mine, giving it a comforting squeeze. I smiled softly a moment before looking up at him in confusion.

"Danny...what happened back there? One minute I was...and he was...and then, and then you were...and now I'm..." I couldn't seem to string together the sentence that I want to.

Danny smiled a bit sheepishly as he tried to lighten his words as he said them.

"We had made it outside the apartment building when I remembered I had left my cell phone on your coffee table, so I went back to get it...and then I saw you there with Simon..." He trailed off, not needing to say anymore. Danny had pulled out his gun and had shot Simon in order to save my life.

"Thank you...thank you so much." I whispered. He nodded, leaning over and kissing my forehead. I don't think he thought about doing it until he had, because after that he turned away...and I'm pretty sure it was to hide his bright red cheeks.

"I'm gonna...I'm going to wake up the others." He said sheepishly, clearing his throat.

Danny woke up all of my team members, and they all proceeded to give me hugs and tell me how glad they were that I was going to be okay.

And it was true. I was going to be okay. Aside from a mild concussion from being thrown against the wall, a little bleeding, and some bruising around my neck...I was perfectly fine. They told be I'd be good to go the next morning.

I sighed with relief. It was over. It was finally over.

Authors note: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know it was really short and horrible...wwaaaagggh. Writer's block sucks, and so does junior year. I've got so much homework I can't think straight, so I'm sorry if the story is seeming rushed or anything. Bleeeehhh.

It's just I'm so exited to start book two! Everyone...be sure to be on the lookout for it. It won't be too long before I post it up. But wait! There is still one more chapter/epilogue to Simon Says! To tell you about how the case worked out and everything! I'll have that up in a few days.

Please review...but be merciful, of that I beg.