Spike woke up with his head pounding and a weight on his chest. He tried to move his hands and found he couldn't move them or his feet. He tried to talk but discovered he was gagged. Spike looked at the weight on his chest and saw that it was Sam. Sam was thankfully still breathing. Spike saw he was tied up and gagged as well . Also they were chest to chest. A door opened and two men walked in. They made their way over to the captives. One untied Spike while the other held a gun to Sam. Then, they left. Spike gently lifted Sam off his chest and lied him down onto his stomach just as gently. He untied and ungagged his friend before taking his own gag out, leaving it tied around his neck. Spike turned and checked Sam over for any injuries but found none. Sam moaned as Spike was checking his head.

"S-Spike?" Sam groggily asked.

"Yeah, I'm here. How are you feeling?" Spike asked. Sam blinked his eyes a couple times before looking at him.

"Fine. No headache or anything broken. You?" Sam questioned with concern.

"Have a bit of a headache but it's going away. No idea where we are or why we're here but it was obviously planned. No way they could have come up with that on the fly. Hopefully the others will find us, soon" Spike nodded and looked around the room. There were a few windows and only one door. Sam stood up and walked to the door. He tried the doorknob and saw it wouldn't budge.

"Sam, it appears that there's no way out. Come sit down." Spike tried to reason. Sam shook his head and kept trying to find a way out.

"There's got to be a way out." Said Sam. Spike shook his head. He checked his pockets and found his phone. He checked it but found he had no service. Spike sighed and turned it off and put it back in his pocket. The door opened and Spike stood up. A man walked in followed by five other men. He walked immediately over to Spike and slammed him against the wall by his throat. "Hey!" Sam said and took two steps over before being grabbed. The man laughed at Sam and watched Spike struggle to get away for a couple minutes.

"You're so pathetic, Scarlatti. You can't get out of this hold, not with how weak you still are from the drug." The man mocked. Spike just made a choking sound as the man tightened his grip on Spike's throat.

"Leave him alone! If you're going to pick on anyone, pick me. I'm not affected by the drug at all, it would be a fair fight!" Sam tried to negotiate. The man chuckled before slamming Spike's head into the wall and letting go. Sam watched as Spike slid down the wall clutching his head. "Spike!" Sam struggled against the two men to get to his friend. The leader snapped his fingers and Sam was let go. He rushed over to Spike as the men left. "Spike? Spike you ok?"

"No, Sam, I'm not ok. I just had my head slammed into a wall. Why did you have to go and say all that?" Spike asked as he clutched the back of his head. Sam tried to look at the wound but Spike pushed him away.

"Spike. Let me see it." Sam said. Spike just glared at him. "I'm sorry, ok. I was just trying to help you."

"Maybe I didn't need your help! Ever think of that?! 'If you're going to pick on anyone, choose me. I'm not affected by the drug'. Really, Sam? What am I, weak? Are you just so much cooler than me that you have to get a word in?" Spike argued. Sam just had a sad look on his face but Spike didn't let it phase him. He was too mad at him. "Well, come on? What is it?"

"Because I li-care. Because I care about you. You're my best friend." Sam said.

"Yeah? Then why did you lead us down that alley without waiting for backup?" Spike challenged. Sam looked at him curiously.

"Because he shot at us." Sam said. There was a loud bang and shouting on the other side of the door. "Cavalry's here." He said. The door flew open and the man from earlier ran towards them. Before either can do anything, Sam was grabbed and a gun was roughly held against his head. In the doorway, Ed and Wordy appeared.

"LET HIM GO! Do it right now and you won't have to serve more time than necessary." Ed said as they entered the room. Wordy went over to Spike and checked him then went back to helping Ed try to get Sam away from the man.

"Nah, I don't think I'll let him go." Said the man. Ed, Wordy, and Spike saw Sam roll his eyes before sending an elbow into the man's stomach. The man doubled over and Sam disarmed him. Ed and Wordy handcuffed the man and Sam looked up just as Spike walked out the room. Sam sighed and followed, Ed and Wordy behind him leading the subject out. They wrapped up and headed to the station where Sam and Spike were told to change before they debriefed. Sam and Spike were silent the first few minutes of changing. Sam broke the silence.

"Spike, I'm sorry I got us into that." Sam said. Spike stayed silent and finished dressing at the same time Sam did. Spike started to walk out but Sam stopped him. "Spike, just talk to me." Spike turned around

"And say what? That I just want to go home? That you fucked up and got us kidnapped?" Spike asked, angrily.

"How was I supposed to know that we would be kidnapped?!" Sam asked. Spike shook his head and turned to walk out. Sam rushed over and turned Spike around and blocked him against lockers. "I said I was sorry, Spike. I should have waited for backup with you. I just didn't want to lose him. Especially after shooting at us." Spike looked at Sam and saw that he was sincere.

"I don't know if I can forgive you for putting our lives in danger, Sam. That could have ended badly. When i saw the two vans, I thought we were going to die. We actually could have died!" Spike said. Sam hung his head and Spike just watched him. "Do you understand that?" He asked. Sam nodded and before Spike could try and leave again, Sam was kissing him. Sam had one hand on his cheek as they kissed. He felt Spike returning the kiss, although hesitant at first, and then pulled away after a few minutes. They looked at each other and Spike visibly gulped before he left. Sam followed after a minute.

At briefing, they didn't look at each other. Once the briefing was over, Sam saw Spike leave quickly. He sighed and went to his car and drove home. Sam took a shower to wash the day away. He looked out the window as he walked into the kitchen and saw that it was raining. 'Great. It matches my mood. Gloomy.' He thought to himself. Sam looked in his fridge for something to eat. Just as he grabbed a container of leftover chinese, he heard a knock at his door. Setting the container down in the fridge first, Sam walked over to the door and opened it.

"Spike! You're soaking wet. Did you walk here?" Sam asked. Spike just nodded. Sam let him in and ran to the bedroom to grab a towel and a change of clothes. "I know you may not like me right now but here. Don't need you getting sick. Boss isn't that good with electronics, neither is Ed, and the rest of us can barely manage." Spike gave him a smile as he dried his hair off. Sam watched as he walked into the bathroom to change into dry clothes. Sam got out the rest of the leftovers and started heating them up. He set them up on the table and turned around as Spike came out.

"Thanks, Sam." Spike said. They ate in silence and Sam tried not to look at him. Afterwards, Sam was doing the dishes while Spike sat at the counter.

"Sam." Spike broke the silence. Sam continued doing the dishes. "Sam." Spike repeated. Sam

turned around and leaned against the counter. "I don't hate you. Yes, I was upset earlier but I don't hate you. And, well, I … likedkissingyou." Spike said the last thing quicky. Sam looked at him, confused.

"You what?" Sam asked, unsure he heard him correctly.

"I said … I liked kissing you. You're a handsome man, Braddock. I didn't know what to think when you kissed me but I knew I wanted to kiss you back. I took a walk to think and the rain had hit but I still walked and, well, this is where it brought me." Spike said. Sam stared at him, not believing what he just heard.

"You're handsome too, Spike. And I was thinking about you all day. Couldn't get you out of my

mind." Sam admitted. Spike smiled at him.

"So… where do we go from here, Samtastic?" Spike asked with a half grin. Sam smiled.

"Well, do you want to continue this relationship?" Sam questioned. Spike looked down at his

hands.

"I think I would like that very much." Spike said. He looked up to see Sam with a bright smile. Sam leaned across from Spike and pulled him in by his face, kissing him again. When they pulled apart to catch their breath, Spike cleared his throat and stood up. "I better get back home. Ma might be worried."

"Let me drive you." Sam offered. Spike nodded and smiled. They went down to Sam's truck and left for Spike's, holding hands. Sam kissed Spike once more before Spike left. He drove back home, smiling the whole time.