A/N, Well this is my first story so please be nice. Most of this I wrote late at night, so if it doesn't make sense please tell me.

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11.45pm

"Thanks for the drink Martin. It's just that with everything that's

happened well you know, you need a break. Sometimes it gets really hard." said Samantha sadly.

Martin smiled although his eyes were full of worry for Samantha, and what she must be feeling. She had been acting differently since getting shot, and even more so since Jack had told her to stay off the field and to see a therapist. "Anytime and I mean anytime." he replied.

"Well this is my stop." she said looking out the window. "Night, see

you in the morning."

"Night Sam."

Samantha got out of the taxi slowly wincing slightly as she put her

weight on her leg. She walked into her building without looking back, not wanting to see the look of concern on Martin's face. Even though it had been a long time since she got shot, and the doctors had done their best work, it still wasn't getting better at the rate it should. At her last visit to the doctors, they said that the bullet had torn through some ligament, and that they had only just noticed it. They also told her that it would take a long time before it fully healed, and she had to be careful to not make it worse or damage the ligament further. She hadn't told any of the team yet, she couldn't deal with any more of their pity. Thinking about the hostage situation made her shiver and it brought back many unwanted memories. She forced the unwanted, unpleasant memories to the back of her mind and carried on walking.

She climbed the few steps to the main door each step causing her more pain. Unlocking the door she walked into the lobby and towards the elevator. As her apartment was only two floors up she usually walked but couldn't now due to her leg.

She became so preoccupied in trying to ignore the pain that was

steadily increasing she didn't notice the two figures come up behind

her, one raising a thick metal rod that came down hard with a sickening thud on the back of her head. Samantha collapsed unconscious on the floor and was then taken away by the larger of the two figures.

9 hours missing

8.30am

"Morning guys!" called Danny cheerfully as he walked into the office

carrying coffee and several pastries.

Vivian looked up and smiled "Ahh just what we need for a long day of doing paperwork."

"Yeah you're a godsend Danny." said Jack with a touch of good humored sarcasm.

"Hey so where's Samantha and Marty?" asked Danny

"Martin is here." he said while walking through the door catching the end of Danny's question. "And its not Marty."

Just then the phone rang "I'll get it." said Jack.

"You do need a nickname though. So one down, where's Sam?" said Danny.

"She's probably just late." replied Martin "Her leg was hurting her a

bit yesterday. Maybe she's calling in a sick day, that was probably her just now."

"A sick day when all we are doing is sitting in the office doing

paperwork? Coincidence?" said Vivian jokingly.

"OK team. Remember Mrs Atkins, the mother of that kid? Who helped organise the bus hijacking? She was in custody yesterday but was bailed out late last night, by a James Riley. Ned's older brother."

"Was he involved too?" asked Martin

"No. But he must have known Mrs Atkins otherwise he wouldn't have bailed her out. Anyway she was meant to call the police so they could make sure she hadn't skipped town but she didn't and there hasn't been any sign of her since she was released."

"Well that can't be good." stated Danny.

"What do you think she's up to?" asked Vivian.

"I don't know, but that's what we are going to find out." said Jack

"I guess today isn't a paperwork day after all." said Martin."

"Where's Samantha?" asked Jack.

"Don't know" said Danny "We thought that might have been her on the phone."

"Ok Viv can you go and pick Sam up and then come back here. See if you can get any background on Riley and Atkins, any clues to what they might be up to or where they may have gone. Danny, you and Martin go and see her son, Johnny, see if he knows anything. He's staying with his father, you'll need to find the address. I'll go down to the station see what's going on. Keep in contact."

Vivian got out of her car at Samantha's building, she walked to the

main door and pressed the buzzer for S. Spade. No answer. She pressed it a few more times, each with the same result. She gave up and walked to the door, knocking loudly on it attracting the attention of the doorman.

"Hello, can I help you?" he asked.

"Yes actually, can I come in please?"

"Sure."

Vivian walked into the lobby. "Thanks umm..."

"Jacob. And you are?"

"Vivian Johnson. I was wondering whether you have seen Samantha Spade this morning. She lives in 2B."

"Samantha. Hmmm no sorry, not since yesterday morning when she left for work."

"Ok thanks. Can I just wait here a moment I need to make a call." she asked

"Sure go ahead. Seating is just there by the elevator."

"Thanks." said Vivian. She walked over to the seats, not sitting down, but making sure she was out of hearing range. She took out her cell to call Martin.

"Martin Fitzgerald."

"Hi Martin, its Viv."

"Hey what's up?" he asked

"You saw Sam last night didn't you?"

"Yeah why? What's wr-"

"Did she definitely come in her building, and what time was it"

"Yes I saw her go in myself, it was around 11.45. Vivian, what's going on?"

"Well she's not here and the doorman said he hasn't seen her since

yesterday morning."

"I'm sure there's an explanation. Maybe she went out the back?"

"Well I'll look around. I'll call you if I find anything. Fill Danny

in. I'll call Jack when I know more. Oh, you at the son's house yet?"

"No not yet. The father David lives outside the city it will take about

half an hour."

"Ok then bye. said Vivian and hung up.

Walking back to Jacob she asked "Do you mind if I look around?"

"Go ahead. Is anything wrong?"

Vivian forced a cheerful smile on her face to hide her worried

expression. "No everything is fine."

She walked towards the elevators again to go up to Sam's

Apartment in deep thought. She knew that even though Jack had asked Samantha to keep off field work and to hand in her gun, she wouldn't just not turn up, she loved her job. It wasn't like her at all. By the elevator, just under a small end table with a vase of flowers, something caught her eye. A little bag that looked a lot like the one that Samantha had. Vivian walked over and picked up the bag, she looked inside. Her expression became very worried as she proceeded to pull out Samantha's

ID.

"This can't be good." she muttered.

Pulling out her cell she dialled Jack. "Jack, we got a situation, get

everyone back to the office as soon as you can. I'll be there in about 15 minutes."

9.5 hours missing

The team minus Samantha and Vivian (who hadn't got there yet) had gathered in Jack's office once they got to the building for more

privacy.

Jack looked curiously at Danny and Martin, but they both shrugged.

"Did you get to the sons fathers house?"

"No Viv rung, when we were just leaving, then you rang and told us to come back here when were were about 10 minutes away."

"Oh ok."

The door then opened and a breathless Vivian ran in. "Sorry I'm late" she said while regaining her breath. "So guess you want to know what this is about?"

The others all nodded.

"Right from the beginning, I went to pick up Samantha, like you

said," Vivian said nodding at Jack, "I buzzed several times but there

was no answer. The doorman Jacob let me in and I called Martin, to make sure Samantha actually came in yesterday which he said she had. I asked

Jacob if he had seen her and he said not since yesterday morning. So I was going to go to her apartment to see if maybe she was asleep or something, which was why she didn't hear her buzzer. That's when I saw this," she said producing Sam's bag. "All her things are in it, ID, keys, pain meds, cell. I went up to her apartment, but there was no sign of her going back there. Or any forced entry, one of us will have to go look around inside later though. I asked Jacob what time he finishes, he said on a Sunday through Thursday he works from 6 in the morning to 12 in the afternoon then 6 in the evening to 11.30 at night.

Oh there's a security camera that manages to see all of the lobby, so I went to get it to see if there was anything on it, but the tape was missing. They know what they are doing."

"Well I dropped her off at 11.45, so Jacob would have just left, so no one would be around to notice anything suspicious." said Martin.

"Are we sure she just didn't go to visit anyone?" asked Jack.

"At 11.45 at night? I doubt it." said Danny. "And its not like Sam just to leave without saying anything."

"So we're assuming something happened to her?" asked Vivian.

"Looks like it." said Jack.

A sudden thud made them all jump, they looked in surprise at

Martin who had just pounded the desk in anger. "If only I had thought to walk her up to her apartment, or at least walk her in we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Martin it's not your fault. You had no idea something may have

happened, we're not even positive something did happen." said Vivian soothingly.

"Yes but-" started Martin.

"Viv's right, don't go beating yourself up over this. You couldn't have known." said Danny

"Well lets get going. Assuming something did happen, like some one took her, do we have any suspects? Find out everything you can, people with a grudge against Sam, or a grudge against us. Viv, see if anyone has heard from her or seen her. Danny, go check her apartment, and see if you can find any finger prints anywhere. We'll need to section most of the lobby off. Martin and I will try and figure out why she may have been taken and who by." said Jack. "Remember, check and double check everything!"

Then he walked over the the big white board, and put up a picture of Samantha. On the time line he wrote, 'Taken? 11.45pm.'

10 hours missing

Samantha woke to find her head and leg throbbing in pain. She

tried to move her arms but when she couldn't she guessed they were tied. She opened her eyes, looking around her surroundings, she guessed she was in a small cabin, judging by the walls. She couldn't see much else, but this seemed to be a cellar or basement of some kind, as it was quite cold, and dark except for two small lamps. The movement caused her to let out an involuntary groan of pain, alerting her kidnapper that she was awake.

"Morning sunshine." said a male voice. "You've been out for ages. Began to wonder if I hit you too hard."

Samantha moved her head, ignoring the pain to see an unfamiliar face.

"Who are you?" she asked.

The man laughed. "You remember Ned Riley?"

Sam nodded looking upset, remembering the name of the man she shot.

"He was my brother. I'm James." Another figure walked forward from the stairway most probably leading up into the main house.

"And this is Lisa Atkins." Gesturing to the other figure. "Ned's

girlfriend."

Samantha looked at them shocked for a moment, and then realised what this probably meant for her.

"What do you want with me?" asked Sam although she had kind of guessed.

"Haven't you figured that out? I thought you agents were supposed to be smart." said Lisa with a cold, hard voice. "Revenge. We want you to suffer for what you did."

Samantha glared at the angry faces, silently challenging them.

Refusing to show weakness. Inwardly she was praying that she would be found soon, as she knew that they would probably end up killing her.

James smiled evilly when he saw the look on her face, he glanced over at Lisa who gave a small nod. "Let the games begin." Sam then saw his large fist coming straight for her face, she felt a feeling of vulnerability and fear that she hadn't felt in so many years. She

closed her eyes against tears that threatened to fall from her memories of familiar incidents. When she was a 15 year old scared shitless of her alcoholic father. She held back a scream of pain, not wanting to give them any satisfaction, when she felt a foot connect with her ribs and another with her back.