Martin swallowed, apprehension taking a hold of him. Samantha leaned forward slightly, a look of concern on her face. Something wasn't right, she could tell by the change in his behaviour; he had suddenly become very solemn and tense. It was making her nervous.

"What's wrong?" he managed, his voice hoarse. There was a pause, and then Martin glanced at her quickly, his lips parting. He then closed his eyes and slowly brought a hand to his forehead. Samantha could see his jaw clenching and she gently rested a hand on his knee, trying to remain calm as a thousand dreaded thoughts raced through her mind. "Was it work...had something happened to someone? Danny? Vivian...Jack? Oh God, maybe it's about Bonnie...?"

"When..." Martin started, and then stopped to clear his throat, which had suddenly gone dry. "...When did it happen?"

Samantha swallowed.

"Uh huh," Martin mumbled, rubbing his temple. "Right...no, I uh...I understand...yeah...thanks Dave." He stared absently ahead of him and slowly snapped the phone shut.

Samantha waited, holding her breath, not wanting to push him for answers.

"That was my Dad's assistant," he said slowly.

Samantha nodded, her brow furrowed. She knew Martin's father was the Deputy Director of the Bureau, everyone did... but why would-

"He's been kidnapped." Martin's grave voice broke into Sam's thoughts.

"What?" she asked in startled disbelief. He simply nodded.

"Outside of the house... he um," Martin got up from the couch and walked over to a cabinet. "He was just getting to the front door when a car pulled up out of nowhere."

Samantha remained on the couch, not quite believing what she was hearing. The clinking of glass suddenly caught her attention and she looked over to see Martin pouring himself a generous amount of Scotch.

"Who-" she shook her head slightly, trying to focus, "who called..."

"My Mom saw it happen from the bedroom window," Martin broke in, gazing down into his drink, "she called it in." He brought the glass to his lips, eager for the bitter taste to burn away the numbness that had spread over his entire body; he startled when he felt a hand on his arm.

"Martin," she said quietly. He turned to look at her. "I can't imagine what you're going through right now, but..." she raised her other hand and gently placed it on top of his.

Nodding his head, Martin sighed heavily; he knew she was right. Another drink wasn't going to help anything; he needed to keep a clear head. Keeping hold of his arm, Samantha set his glass down then turned back to face him. She placed a hand on his face, and gently turned his head so he was looking her in the eye.

"It's gonna be OK," she whispered reassuringly, running her thumb across his cheek.

The sympathy in her eyes was almost too much for him and Martin closed his at the feel of her touch. He brought a hand up to rest on hers and kissed her palm. Samantha then wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in a tight embrace. His head cradled in her shoulder, Martin slid his arms around her waist and pulled her closer into his chest, needing her more than he ever thought he could.

"We'll find him," she whispered before placing a soft kiss on his neck, "I promise."