A/N: Well here's the last chapter guys! Hope you like, and thanks to all the reviewers for sticking with it.

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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. "Sshhh. 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, and vowed to put it behind her.

"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. She took the sneaker back off Martin and held it for a moment. She smiled a small smile at Martin and got out a shoebox from under the bed. She put the sneaker into the box, along with the other one. The box also contained the sonogram pictures and a small bib and a little white pyjamas.

She got up and pulled Martin up too and into a hug. "Right. Let's go."

Martin smiled at Samantha, inside though he was still worried about Ben Perry and how Samantha was really dealing. She hadn't spoken too him much about it- and it worried him.

Samantha and Martin sat on a bench in Central Park, snuggled together against the cool breeze- just enjoying each others company. Martin shifted nervously, remembering something he wanted to do.

"What's wrong?" asked Samantha looking at him curiously.

He coughed. "Errr" he put a hand into his jacket pocket. "I was wondering if it would be too soon to give you this back?" he said pulling out her engagement ring.

Samantha looked at him surprised. She hadn't expected him to want to get back to that so fast. She sighed, realising she wasn't quite ready for that.

He smiled sadly and started to put it back in his pocket.

"Wait." she said. He looked at her hopefully.

"I'm not quite ready for it, I want to make sure we get everything right."

He nodded, not really seeing where it was going.

She reached up, and took the thin silver chain off her neck.

"May I?" she asked, taking the ring from him and threading it onto the necklace. "I do want to though, just not yet."

Martin smiled and took it from her, replacing it around her neck.

She smiled, "Someday soon." she said.

Martin kissed her for a few moments, then pulled away whispering "I love you." Although he was still somewhat sad.

"I love you too."

Later that night, Martin woke up to find Samantha's side of the bed empty. Frowning he got up, hearing a slight noise in the kitchen. He walked out, squinting at the bright light.

He sighed at what he saw. Samantha was sitting at the kitchen table, the contents of the box spread out on the table and a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels. He knew Sam wasn't dealing too well, but alcohol wasn't the way.

"Sam." he said.

She looked up at him with half open, bleary eyes. "Hey Martin." she slurred. "Did I wake you?"

"Sam, what are you doing?"

"Having a drink." She waved the bottle towards Martin after having another swig. "You want?"

Martin took the bottle from her. "I think you've had enough."

Samantha frowned and tried to grab it back. "No, I want more."

"This isn't the way to deal with it."

"It makes me feel better." she said angrily.

"Come on Sam."

"I can't have kids Martin. Ever. This is how I'm dealing." Her eyes filled with tears.

Matrtin sighed again, putting the bottle back into a cupboard and getting Samantha a glass of water which he made her drink.

"You should go back to bed Sam."

She shook her head.

Martin rolled his eyes and slung one of her arms over his shoulder, lifting her out of the chair. Somehow he managed to get Samantha back into their room and put her gently on the bed. She hadn't protested at all, and was strangely silent. Frowning he turned on the bedside light and looked at her. Her eyes were shut, and there were tear tracks on her cheeks.

"Sam." he said, hoping she hadn't passed out- she had drunk quite a bit.

Her eyes half opened, and she muttered something that sounded like what.

He smiled sadly, gently stroking her hair. He turned of the light, and covered them both with the blankets. She snuggled towards Martin, shivering slightly.

"Night." he whispered, wrapping an arm over her trying to keep her warm.

"I'm sorry." she whispered back.

Martin kissed her forehead, thinking about how he could help her deal with this. He could suggest going back to the therapist, but he didn't think she would appreciate that suggestion. He let his eyes close hoping sleep would come soon.

The next morning Samantha woke up with a splitting headache. She frowned trying to remember what happened. Groaning she got out of bed and stumbled towards the kitchen to get some aspirin. Seeing the stuff on the kitchen table bought all the memories back to her and she sighed. She got the aspirin and some water then went back to the bedroom to get Martin.

"Martin." she said.

"5 more minutes." he mumbled.

She smiled at his morning behaviour. He hated mornings. She decided to take a shower, hoping to reduce the headache and now that she was up she knew she wouldn't get back to sleep.

About 20 minutes later the headache had susbsided and she felt more refreshed. She went back out into the bedroom in her bath robe to find the bed empty. She floowed the smell off coffee into the kitchen and saw Martin sitting at the table with coffee and cereal.

"Hey." she said, sitting down across from him.

"Morning. How's your head?" he asked.

She grimaced. "Better than it was." she paused and took a sip of coffee. "I'm sorry about last night. I wasn't thinking straight."

Martin smiled warmly at her. "It's alright. You know you can always talk to me."

She nodded. "Thanks." she said. "And thanks for last night, you know stopping me from drinking myself into a complete stupor."

"It's okay." He looked at her closely, she looked exhausted and definately hungover.

"You wanna take a day off?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I want to find out what Riley said."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." she nodded, she glanced at her watch. "We should probably leave soon."

Martin nodded. "I'll just have a shower and everything."

He finished his cereal, and headed into the bedroom. Samantha stopped him before he left the kitchen and pulled him into an embrace. "I love you." she said.

He smiled down at her. "Me too." Kissing her deeply.

Later in the office Samantha and Martin went to talk to Vivian and Jack about what they had found from Riley.

"Hey." said Samantha.

"Morning." replied the other two, both noticing Samantha's sunken and tired eyes.

"Did you find out anything from Riley?" she asked, glancing at both of them.

"Nothing useful." replied Jack. "He didn't tell us what Perry may be planning. He mentioned the stunt that Perry pulled- taking you to New Jersey."

Samantha nodded. "But nothing about what could happen?"

Vivian shook her head, trying to push Riley's crude words out of her head.

"Sorry Sam." she said, giving Samantha a comforting pat on the shoulder.

Samantha sighed looking at Martin.

"I guess we'll just have to keep an eye out." he said.

"Yeah." she replied.

"So, Danny's coming over for pizza tonight then?" asked Martin.

Samantha nodded, climbing into the drivers seat of the car. They had just finished their paperwork and were heading home.

"Yeah, he said he'd be there around 7."

"So that's 5 hours to ourselves." he said glancing at his watch. "What do you want do to?" he grinned.

Samantha smiled back and pulled out of the parking lot into the street. "I'm sure we can think of something." she replied.

They had been driving for about 5 minutes when Martin noticed something through the rearview mirror.

"Hey Sam, that car's been following us pretty closely."

Samantha glanced in the mirror. Her face paled suddenly, "I think that's Perry's car."

Martin looked again and sure enough it was a red toyota. He looked in front and saw that the road was surprisingly empty, just when you didn't want it to be.

"I'll call the office." he said pulling out his cell.

Samantha kept driving, keeping an eye on the car behind her.

"He's coming closer." she said anxiously.

"Come on, pick up." he muttered. "Hey Viv, we've got Perry on our tail. We're just on 23rd and Broadway."

They suddenly felt the car jolt, as Perry drove into the back.

"Shit." swore Martin. "Viv, can you get some people here, he just rammed us."

Perry did it again causing Martin to drop the phone. Samantha glanced at him, a scared expression on her face.

"Just keep driving." said Martin, throwing her what he hoped was a confident, comforting smile.

She nodded, grimacing as they felt another jolt.

"Speed up a bit." said Martin.

"Right." she replied, stepping on the acceleration.

Martin glanced into the mirror again, a worried expression now on his face, as he noticed Perry also increasing speed. He put a comforting hand on Samantha's thigh, as he noticed her knuckles turning white grasping the wheel.

Perry picked up the speed, ramming them several times causing Samantha to swerve wildly. "Shit." she swore. "What do we do?" she asked, her panic increasing.

Martin looked nervously at Samantha, "Just drive I guess."

She took a deep breath and kept going, but he kept ramming them and Samantha was having a hard time controlling the car.

"Are there any turnings?" she asked.

Martin glanced at the street name through the window, he shook his head. "There's a big intersection coming up in a while, but nothing till then...You're doing fine."

"Okay." she nodded the scared expression still on her face.

He rammed them again, but harder. He seemed intent on driving them off the road.

Martin looked over at Samantha and noticed her jaw clenching. "It's okay." he said not very convincingly. Truth was, he was scared too. Perry wasn't giving up- this seemed to be his big plan. And it didn't seem like he would stop until he drove them off. He sighed, praying this wouldn't be the end.

Samantha's eyes filled with tears as she heard Martin's sigh, and she struggled to keep the car under control. She didn't want this to be the end. She wanted her life with Martin.

"Hey, the intersection is coming up." said Martin.

Samantha nodded, seeing the lights ahead. "Okay, the light's green, I'm going to go straight across."

Martin nodded.

As they got even nearer Martin froze, "It's going yellow." he said, he could see the cars ready to come the other way.

"If we stop he'll push us straight forward though." said Sam anxiously. "What do we do?"

"Keep driving." said Martin, "We can get through before it's red."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Martin nodded, "Just speed up a bit and keep driving."

"Really?"

Martin nodded, hoping it would work.

Samantha took another deep breath and sped up. Perry also speeding up behind her.

"Okay. Here goes." She threw a quick smile at Martin, conveying all her feelings without words. He smiled back, replacing his hand on her thigh.

The car sped up and started across the intersection. They didn't notice the large truck starting to come from the other side. Samantha sped up as they were nearing the other side. Perry's car still right behind them. All of a sudden, taking them by surprise, the truck hit the back of Perry's car, causing him to spin to the side and into the back of Sam and Martin's car. The jolt spun them round harshly, and they came to a stop to the side of the road just avoiding hitting several other cars. Perry's car wasn't so lucky and had smashed into a parked car on the other side of the road. The truck had stopped on the intersection, and the driver had got out to see what had happened. Martin and Samantha could hear police sirens in the background.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief that they were safe, and looked over at Samantha. She had a bruise where she had hit her head when the car spun, but was fine apart from that.

Her hands shaking she undid her seatbelt, and fiercely embraced Martin. "Thank God." she whispered in his ear.

He nodded, holding her close thankful they he didn't lose her.

They both shakily got out, managing to force the drivers door open. They saw the paramedics taking Perry's body out of the car and Vivian, Danny and Jack rushing over to them.

"Is he dead?" asked Samantha, her gaze fixed on Perry.

Jack shook his head. "Once he's out of hospital he's stright on his way to prison."

"You alright?" asked Danny anxiously, checking them over for visible injuries.

"I'm fine." said Martin.

Samantha nodded.

Martin nodded and pulled her into a hug, feeling her trembling. He leant down and kissed her cheek, "It's going to be okay."

"You sure you're alright?" asked Vivian.

Samantha nodded, her expression somewhat dazed. "So it's over?"

The others nodded smiling at her.

"Yeah it's over." said Martin.

She smiled happily, she could rest properly for the first time in ages. She reached up and kissed Martin softly before smiling at the others again.

Vivian, Danny and Jack grinned, they were so glad to see her finally happy after so long. Maybe now she could move on completely, from Riley and Perry and everything else. She would be able to get on with her life.