A/N: Hey people. Here's the start of a new story, it's not going to be real long like my others. I was just bored the other day, and then I thought of this. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Stuff you recognise isn't mine.

She got into her car and slammed the door, tears were streaking down her face and all she could feel was pain, she knew she should probably get herself to hospital but she couldn't deal with the questions.

She sniffled, glancing towards the house she had come out from- she had never imgained her life ending up like this. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her hands visibly shaking, she started the car and drove off down the street. Not once looking back.

17 hours later.

Wednesday 12pm

"We got one." said Special Agent Jack Malone to his team, waving several pieces of paper at them.

Jack and his team, which consisted of Vivian Johnson and Danny Taylor who had been there since the beginning 3 years ago and Martin Fitzgerald who had joined a year ago, worked missing persons in the FBI.

Jack pinned a picture up of their latest missing person, a young blonde woman.

Martin looked at the picture, she was beautiful, no doubt about it. But there seemed to be something hidden deep in her eyes, as she had glanced at the camera, a small, shy smile playing across her face.

Vivian glanced at the photo and did a double take. "I know her." she said.

The others looked at her questioningly.

"Her name's Samantha Spade. A few months ago she looked after Reggie a couple of times. I put an ad in the paper and she answered. I've called her a few times more recently, but she got a new job and couldn't manage to come again. What happened?"

"Never showed up for work for her shift at a restaurant downtown this morning at 9. It was her boss who called us."

Danny frowned, "I gotta say Jack, it sounds like she just decided to take the day off."

"That's what I thought." said Jack. "But her boss seems very worried, she said that Samantha usually always calls if she's not coming in."

"Why did she wait till now to call?" asked Martin.

"She said she didn't want to over react earlier, so she thought she'd wait a couple of hours. But she never turned up so she decided to call us.

"What about the husband?" asked Vivian.

"David Wood. Doesn't say much, they've been married for 10 years."

"So high school sweethearts?" asked Martin.

"I guess so." replied Jack. "Viv, what was she like?"

"Well I only saw her for a few minutes, just to pay her. But she was always polite and everything, but she wasn't very talkative about herself- quite a private person I guess."

"Okay Danny can you run a quick check in morgues and hospitals, then you and I will go and talk to the restaurant. Martin, Viv you go and talk to the husband." said Jack. "Viv, if you think of anything..."

"Of course." said Vivian, grabbing her jacket and heading out of the office with Martin.

A few minutes later Danny came back. "Nothing that matches her description in the morgues or hospitals."

"Okay. Well let's go talk to her boss." said Jack, he looked up at the picture on the missing board and frowned slightly. After years on the job, he knew that even though on the surface things make look fine, but they never were and he wondered what had happened to her and hoped they could help her.

"Sam Spade huh?" grinned Danny as they were walking to the car.

"Yeah, guess her parents liked old Bogart movies." said Jack.

"Kinda ironic, he's the detective, but here we are looking for her." said Danny thoughtfully.

Jack smiled.

Vivian and Martin pulled up outside a small, not very well kept house, not in the best of neighbourhoods either. Vivian raised an eyebrow at Martin, each knowing what the other was thinking, this didn't look like the happiest home.

They walked up the narrow path to the front door, they could hear the noise of the TV through the partially open window.

Vivian rang the doorbell, they waited a few moments but there was no answer. She rang again, this time they heard the TV turn off and a few seconds later the door opened, revealing a man they assumed to be David Woods.

He looked at them through bleary eyes. He was tall, and could be quite an imposing figure. He was quite good looking, and you could imagine that him and Samantha had made a cute high school couple. Young, full of dreams. But looking past him into the untidy house, and smelling the stench of alcohol on his breath, they guessed that this couple weren't living the American dream.

"David Wood?"

He nodded, "Yeah. What's it to you?"

"I'm Special Agent Johnson, and this is Special Agent Fitzgerald. We're with the FBI. Can we talk to you inside?"

He nodded still looking confused as to why they were there. He lead them into the living room, where he collapsed back onto the couch. "Have a seat." he said.

Vivian and Martin sat down on some chairs opposite the couch.

"What's this about?" he asked.

"It's about your wife, Samantha." said Vivian.

"What about her?" asked David, his eyes shifting from Vivian to Martin.

"She's missing." said Martin. "She didn't show up for work this morning. When did you last see her?"

"Yesterday, I was working the night shift last night, so I saw her for a bit before I left." said David.

"What time was that?" asked Vivian, her pen at the ready.

"Around 7 in the evening."

Martin glanced at his watch, it was 1pm, and she had been missing since around 7 on last night.

"Then she's been missing for about 18 hours."

"Where do you work?" put in Vivian.

David looked slightly puzzled by the question, "As a security guard over at the mall on 65th and Eastern."

"Do you think anything was bothering her?" asked Vivian.

David shook his head. "She seemed fine."

"Have you noticed anyone suspicious hanging around the house recently?" asked Martin, him and Viv carefully watching his reactions.

"No not round here."

"Does Samantha drive into work?"

"Yeah." he replied.

"Has Samantha said anything to you that may be relevant to why she's missing?"

He shook his head again. "No nothing."

Wow, this guys talkative, thought Martin to himself.

"How is your relationship?" asked Vivian.

"What's that got to do with her being missing?" he asked, again looking between Vivian and Martin.

"We have to find out what we can about her, it helps us to figure out what may have happened and where she is."

"We get on fine." was his answer.

"So you aren't having any problems?" pressed Vivian, idly wondering if the smell of alcohol on his breath was a regular occurrence, and if had anything to do with why she was missing.

"What kind of question is that?" he asked agitated, seemingly getting nervous.

Vivian and Martin exchanged glances, and Vivian looked at him expectantly.

"No we weren't."

"If Samantha was running do you have any idea where she would go?"

"What would Samantha be running from?" asked David, his voice rising. "Do you think she would be running from me?"

"We're not saying that. We have to explore all the possibilities." said Vivian calmly.

"No I don't know. Are we done yet?"

"Just one more question. What about her family, would she go to them?" asked Martin, having noticed the lack of photographs around the room.

"She doesn't talk to her mom, and I don't know about her sister." he sighed. "Look I got a lot to do."

Really? Like what, having another drink? Martin was tempted to ask, David not seeming like he did much. But he resisted, knowing it would probably just agitate him more. "Can we just have their telephone number please?" he asked instead.

David nodded and walked over to the desk. Reaching into the drawer, he took out a small address book and ripped out one of the pages and handed it to Vivian.

"Thank you for your time Mr. Wood. We'll be in touch." said Vivian, her and Martin making their way out. As Martin was walking through the hall to the door, his eye caught another picture of Samantha. She looked younger, in her late teens perhaps. She was gazing at the camera a happy smile on her face, her eyes full of hopes and dreams so different from the picture they had at the office. He nudged Vivian. She saw the picture and smiled sadly. What changed? he thought to himself, although he was sure he could guess at what it was.

"What do you make of Mr. Wood then?" asked Vivian once they were in the car.

"Well he's definitely not telling us everything. Honestly, I wouldn't blame her if she ran just to get away from him."

"He didn't really seem to care, well he didn't show much emotion about his wife being missing."

Martin nodded, "Yeah I did notice. He wasn't very helpful either. Did he strike you as the violent type?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I definitely wouldn't say no." Vivian sighed.

"Did you ever hear about him or see him when Samantha looked after Reggie?"

Vivian shook her head. "I knew she was married, only because I saw the ring. She didn't talk about it, and I didn't want to pry. As I said she was quite a private person."

Martin nodded. "I hope Jack and Danny found something useful."