Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing them for my own silly amusement. I don't own them, but maybe I will steal them considering NBC doesn't seem to use them anymore… Dave Matthews Band owns the song; it's called "Where Are You Going?" (PS… go buy the Cd, it is just to good to put into words).

A/N: Yep, we have another chapter…It is short and pretty pointless, but we're beginning to move the story along and I really couldn't think of a good way to lengthen it at all. So I am sorry that this is such a scrawny chapter, but at least it's here. I will update more often now that you all seem to be getting interested in it. I will warn you now though, I am headed off on vacation for a week starting Friday so don't expect an update until after August 5th.

Summary: Someone's reminiscing about days long gone…

Chapter 3: Recollection

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Where are you going with your long face pullin' down?
Don't hide away like an ocean,

That you can't see but you can smell.

And the sound of waves crash down.

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It was a slow night at the VCTF and Bailey had sent all of them home early. John would have rather just stayed. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do that day. So now he was sitting on his couch, T.V. off, eating Chinese food. It was a habit that had slowly become a ritual since Sam had left. He just sat there, staring at the ceiling, thinking of what he had lost.  Memories flooded his thoughts; a touch here or a smile there. He even recalled their very first case together.

 *You have Chinese food in your refrigerator, you like your women in heels, your scotch straight, and yourself definitely on top*

Man had he ever screwed that up. He always wondered how she could even speak to him after that. But she did. Sometimes it seemed as if Sam was the only one who knew underneath all the bullshit, was someone who really cared. He was no tin man, he had feelings too.

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I am no superman
I have no reasons for you
I am no hero
Aw, that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go is where I wanna be

Where are you going?
Where do you go?

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*Am I dead?*

*Well there's some dispute, but the doctor's say no.*

She had stayed there that night; for him. It was the first time he knew someone really cared about him. One of the few times he was almost certain she felt the same way he did. Moving to his end table, he opened the drawer and pulled out a small envelope. God, it still smelled like her after all of these months.  Oh how he wished he could hold her just one more time. Gaze into those deep thoughtful eyes on that perfect, beautiful face.

Still lost in his thoughts he almost didn't hear his phone when it began to ring. Startled he grabbed it off the hook praying it was Bailey needing him to come back into work.

            "Hello?"

            But there was only silence on the other end. Faintly he thought he heard someone breathing and he hesitated. Should he hang it up? It was probably just some stupid kid playing a prank, he thought to himself as he began to set the phone back down.

            "Wait, Please John. Don't hang up it's me ……Sam."

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Are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars?
Well if along the way, you are growing weary you can rest with me,
until a brighter day.

Yeah ok.

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To Be Continued….

Yea you know what I want, reviews! At least five would be appreciated, but not necessary since this chapter is so small. Chapter four coming soon!