Ha, now I'm fast with my update, am I? LOL
I'm so glad that you're still reading my story though I wasn't updating that long. I hope I brought my writersblock behind me now. The only bad thing is that college will start on Monday again. But I'll try to update as often as possible. :)

Okay, and now... here's the new chapter. I hope you'll like it!

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Chapter 11

Hours Later at the Hospital

Sam walked along the hallways of the Atlanta Memorial Hospital . She remembered the last time she was here. It was when John got injured when they were working on the big "Mirelli" case. He was careless again and a bullet hit him on his leg.
John! she sighed. Where are you? Damn it. I hate you for making me worry. You promised that everything's going to be okay. I miss you.

Thoughts were circling in her mind when she climbed into an elevator to take a ride to the 3rd floor.

After asking a nurse for the right room, she stood in front of it. She knocked softly and when she reached for the doorknob, she noticed that her hand was shaking slightly. Taking a deep breath, she finally opened the door and found Danny laying in a bed at the window, his eyes closed and his head bandaged.

Not wanting to wake him up, she cautiously walked closer to check if he was asleep or not. She whispered. "Danny?"

He slowly opened his eyes, searching for the person who said his name. When he saw it was Sam, his face lit up. "Sam. It's so good to see a familiar face around here."

"Hey." she replied with a small smile and walked over to his bed. "How do you feel?"

"Better now that I have such an honourable visitor." he pointed to one of the seats. "You know, all those beautiful and sexy nurses only exist in movies."

Sam accepted his offer and sat down. "Is that so?"

A moment later the door opened and a forty year old and 200 pounds heavy nurse came in. With her hands on her hips, she asked in an somewhat unfriendly tone. "You want something?"

Danny exchanged looks with Sam before he answered, "No, thanks. Everything's fine."

She just nodded and closed the door again, rather harshly.

"Uhm, okay. Maybe you're right." Sam finally said, frowning.

"Really? What makes you think that?" he let out a laugh but was immediately stopped by a pain in his head. "Ahhh."

"You okay?" Sam jumped out of her chair.

Holding his head a few seconds, he finally looked up at her. "Yeah yeah, it's just... they told me I have a little concussion. It's not that bad but sometimes... you know."

Sam nodded sympathetically and sat down on her chair again. "What about your leg?"

"A stab wound. They told me I lost a lot of blood but I was lucky you found me so fast."

"Does it hurt?"

"Painkillers." he pointed at the bottle on his nightstand.

"Okay. They make it bareable."

"Yeah."

"You'll be better soon." she gave him a small smile. "I brought you some things."

"Really? What?"

"Well..." she picked up the paper bag, which she put down earlier on the floor and placed it on her lap. "Here're some magazines. I wasn't sure which one you're into, so I got a few. Sports Illustrated, Times Magazine, Comics, Crosswords." she put the pile of magazines on his bed.

"Wow, Sam."

"Or maybe you're more into books. The lady in the bookstore told me that this is the right book for men. I don't know what's it about but... yeah...maybe you want to give it a try."

He took it as well and skimmed the back side of the book. "Thanks."

"Then some things you might need as well, like toothbrush and toothpaste, hairbrush. Everything's in there." she put a small toilet bag on his bedside table.

"I... I don't know what to say. You're really taking care of me."

"I saw earlier that your pants are pretty much ruined and... yes, I brought you one of John's and a shirt too. You two must have the same size." she looked down at John's shirt and swallowed hard. Taking a deep breath she stood up to hang the clothes into his closet.

"No sign of him yet?"

"No." came the whispering answer. Her back was still at him.

"Sam..."

"Oh, I have something else." she avoided his gaze and walked back to her bag, pulling out some crackers, cookies and fruits. "Something to eat. I know that hospital meals can be really gross sometimes, so..." When she put them on his nightstand as well, he grabbed her arm.

"Sam. Look at me."

"You want something now? Maybe an apple?"

"Sam. John is going to be okay." he told her in a soothing voice.

She slightly shook her head, "How can you know? He has the talent to get hurt on almost every case we're working on. He loves taking risks and that led him to the hospital more often than you can think of."

"But he's strong and he isn't stupid. He won't risk anything now that he has such a beautiful woman waiting for him at home." he gave her a smile.

"You have no idea." she shook her head when she looked down at her feet.

"Sure I know. Because I know what he told me about you... and him. And before you know it, he'll be back."

She was still avoiding his gaze. Her eyes were getting teary when she thought about the last time she spoke to John alone. In his office. Before this operation. When he told her that everything's going to be okay and that he can't wait to make this trip to Italy with her.

"Sam. I want you to know how thankful I am that you came and brought me all those things. Thank you so much. You didn't have to do this because I'm the reason for all this."

"I told you before that it's not your fault."

"You have such a good heart. I can see why John fell in love with you. Yes, I really do."

She wiped a tear away that slipped down her cheek and finally met his eyes. "I'm doing this for you because you're a good friend of John. And you shouldn't be all alone in your condition. And... because I like you."

"I like you too, Sam"

"Good. Then I'd say we're even."

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Somewhere else...

He was surrounded by darkness when John opened his eyes. He couldn't see anything. Soon, he noticed that he was lying on the cold floor. When he lifted his head to look around more precisely, he suddenly remembered what happened. One of O'Doyle's man knocked him down.

Carefully, he sat up, holding his head between his hands. Damn headache.
His head was throbbing and everything was spinning around. So he decided to sit there for a moment longer, waiting for the dizziness to go away.
When he was sure that he wouldn't collapse as soon as he get to his feet, he slowly opened his eyes and waited until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. And then he noticed where he was. Yes, even after all those years he could still remember it. He was in his old room in Boston .

Slowly he got up and looked around, recognizing his furniture and his things. Everything was still there. But there was no window. Too often he tried to escape when he was younger, so his father gave him a room without a window. Down in the basement.

He couldn't believe it.

When his eyes wandered to the door, he rushed over and tried to open it but it was locked. Sure it was. Damn it. He hissed and kicked against it.

Then remembered the small micro he was wearing at the collar of his shirt. Speaking down onto it, he repeated Bailey's name again and again. But he got no answer.

What am I doing here?

"Sam." he whispered, shoving his hands over his face. Suddenly he remembered his cell phone. But when he tried to call Sam or Bailey, he never got a connection sound.

Sure, I'm in the basement. He muttered and threw it down on his bed.

What am I going to do now?

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To be continued... Please R&R! Thanks! :)