A/N: Okay people, thanks for sticking with this. It's almost over, just a few more chapters. But for the last chapter, its up to you, happy or sad? Let me know anything!

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Once they were at the conference table Martin started. "We have to do something about Ben Perry." he said.

Danny nodded glancing at Samantha, who's bruised face reminded them all of how dangerous he could be.

"Viv and I could go and talk to Riley again. See if we can get anything out of him." said Jack.

"It may help." said Danny catching the sceptical look on Sam's face.

"Yeah, I suppose." she sighed. "I'm going to get some coffee. Anyone else want any?"

"Sure." said Vivian, getting up to go with her.

"I'll have some." said Jack, the other two declined.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Martin turned to Jack. "We have to catch this guy, I mean that was only a warning- he's probably planning something." His eyes pleaded with Jack, pleading with him to help the woman he loved.

Jack sighed, heart somewhat sinking at the look of love in his eyes, he missed that.

"We will Martin. Viv and I will go see Riley soon."

Martin nodded, sighing and heading back to the conference table.

Danny looked after him concerned. "This is really getting to him- to both of them." he noted quietly.

Jack nodded. "We'll get him soon Danny."

"Yeah, I know."

Jack waited until Samantha and Vivian were back with the coffee, and joined them at the conference table. "Well Viv and I will go soon, then once you've finished the paper work why don't you take the rest of the day off."

"Alright." said Danny.

The other two smiled and agreed.

Vivian sighed and gazed up at the entrance to the prison, hoping that this would give them some answers so that they could stop this guy.

"We're here to see James Riley." Jack said to the guard. He nodded and lead them to the interview room.

James looked up at them when they came in. "Morning." he said, grinning. "How are you? Isn't this a beautiful day?"

"Cut the crap Riley." snarled Jack.

"So I can't be polite now?" he retorted.

Vivian rolled her eyes. "We just want to ask you about your friend Ben Perry."

His eyes flashed for a split second. "What about him?"

"He took Samantha, but of course you knew that- seeing as it was your idea." said Vivian.

He smirked. "What about it?"

"He left a note saying that it was just a warning, what else is he planning?"

"Like I'd tell you." He gazed at them calmly for a few moments. "How's Samantha? Did she like her little outing to New Jersey?"

Jack glared at him. "Come on Riley. What do you know?"

He shrugged, uncaringly. "Nothing. Why didn't Sam come to visit? I would have loved to see her." he sneered. "Or is she too busy screwing Agent Fitzgerald?"

"Listen, you sick bastard." fumed Jack. "Are you going to tell us anything?"

"No." he replied simply.

"Look, I know prisons aren't the nicest place, if I can get you something better would you tell us?" Jack decided to use his last resort- bribery.

"Are you kidding? I get on great with the guys here, I'm like some kinda idol- I mean they love hearing about how I captured a federal agent and fucked her."

Jack clenched his fists. Trying to keep his anger in. Vivian shot him a warning glance, even though she felt like punching him herself.

"Alright. So you're not going to tell us what you've been planning?" she questioned.

He shook his head.

"Fine." she replied pushing back her chair and leaving the room gesturing for Jack to leave too.

"Tell Sam she should visit." he called after them.

Martin and Samantha got back to the apartment about 45 minutes after Jack and Vivian had left. The paperwork hadn't taken long, and they were all relieved to get out of the office.

"I'm going to make a sandwich, you want one?" Martin called from the kitchen.

"Nah it's okay. I'm not hungry yet." she called back from the bedroom. She was rummaging around for her sweats, wanting to change out of her work clothes. Her hand closed around a small object she had forgotten about. She pulled it out of the drawer, and sat on the edge of the bed holding it in her hands. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at it.

Martin came in a few moments later, wondering why she hadn't come in the kitchen.

"What's wron-" he stopped mid sentence seeing her crying on the bed.

He rushed over and sat next to her. "What?" he asked.

Sam sniffled and put the object into his hands. He glanced down, it was a little sneaker they had bought for the baby. They had both agreed that it was so cute, and that they had to have it. He sighed, and scooped Samantha into a hug. She leant her head against his chest.

"It's okay." he whispered.

"I miss the baby." she said. "I know we didn't have it for long, but I do."

"Sshhh." he said. "It'll be alright."

She nodded. Martin pulled away, wiping the tears from her face. He smiled at her. She managed a weak smile back.

"We're going to get past this, everything will work out. I know it will."

"Okay." she replied.

"Come on, lets have lunch then go out to Central Park."

"Sounds good." she said.