Pienso que lo dan en abril o mayo...

Ya know what just occured to me? In Germany Pete and JAG's Bud Rogers have got the same synchrone voice. It's kinda funny.

Chapter 10 - Up And Away

Sam gathered all her remaining strength. Though she was barely able to stand, she would not make it easy for them to come for her. She would not allow herself to be beaten easily.

So there she stood opposite to these two agents she hated the most trying to look as firm as she could.

"Looks as if the cat wants to play for a last time", one of them stated with a devious grin.

"Let's get her", the other one said.

As they closed her position Sam jumped to the side. 'You won't touch me', she thought.

"Come on this makes no sense. We'll kill you anyway."

"Leave her. If she wants it the painful way she can have it", the guy cocked his revolver. Aiming a shot at Sam, but she got away landing very hard on the ground next to the other agent, forcing herself to stand up.

"You're the biggest idiots I've ever met", she muttered pushing her elbow right into his face, but she was too weak to knock him out. She caught a punch of his fist sending her right into the near concrete wall.

She hit it with a big bang but did not get completely knocked out. The two men were coming toward her again. With her feet she tried to push both of them away. A painful scream escaped her as she felt how the bullet in her ankle began to move.

"Give it up, Major", one of them smirked adding cynically "You're practically sushi."

Sam fought the grip of his hand and bounced into the wall once again, but this time the impact made her completely blurry. But even though she could hear the voice that came from somewhere above her:

"You're the ones who'd better give up Or we're gonna shoot ya to sushi", it was Jack who stood on the platform that made up the warehouse's second level with some members of the NID and his own team all of them having their machine guns ready to fire. For a moment, though, Sam thought she had just heard an angel.

But her two kidnappers did not think of giving up. The one standing next to Sam pulled her to her feet pointing his gun right at her temple,

"Any wrong move and I'll shoot her."

For a long moment tense silence filled the hall. Then all of a sudden the building's front and back doors were kicked open and Agent Barret and the rest of his team stormed the building.

Somehow Sam managed to use the moment although she was hardly able to see anything more than waves of light dancing in front of her eyes: She pushed her fingernails into the guy's hand. He screamed and dropped the pistol.

Almost instantly Sam was thrown to the floor by him.

"Surrender", she heard Agent Barret call followed by the clicking sound of many rifles being cocked.

Jack climbed down the ladder on the platform's side. He stopped at Barret's side eyeing the two rogues with their hands up in the air.

"Unarm him", Barret ordered one of his men pointing at the one who still had a weapon.

Suddenly, before the agent got to him, the guy took out the gun and aimed it right at Jack...

Slowly Sam was able to see something again. She moved her head a little. What she saw made her blood freeze. Jack was in danger to get shot and no one was able to help him; if somebody fired a shot at the rogue he would be hit, too.

Without further thinking Sam reacted: She got up onto her hands and knees throwing herself forward into Jack's direction. And indeed she was able to pull him down with her. As soon as Jack was out of the firing line one of the NID team struck the rogue down with a bullet.

Jack got up from the dirty ground lifting up the unconscious Sam that was lying right on top of him.

"God, you're heavy", he sighed carefully putting her back on the floor placing his folded jacket under her head.

"Sam?" he nudged her cheek with his finger, "Hey, sleepyhead", he got suspicious checking her pulse, it was not really regular any more. "Somebody get an ambulance", he called.

"I've already got a helo on its way", Barret affirmed.

"Good", Jack turned to Sam again, "And you hold out. We'll get cha outta here in no time..."

"Did I miss something?" Sam smiled at Dr Fraiser and Jack who were standing at her bedside.

"Nothing, really", Jack smirked.

"Only that your back's still bruised black", Janet sighed, "And that twisted bullet inside your ankle, I don't know what to say about that..."

Jack rolled his eyes, "All I wanna say is that Agent Barret needs a fat ass-kick for getting ya into that suicide mission."

"There's no need to", Sam assured him, "I'd like to send him a memo telling him what exactly he owes me."

"What do you want him to do for ya?" her CO inquired curiously.

Sam showed him to bend over and whispered her idea into his ear. Jack could not help it and began to cackle:

"That's too cool, really. I wanna see his face when he gets to know that."

Pete was just having his morning coffee as someone else entered the coffee shop. A well-known flowered skirt came to a stop in front of his eyes,

"Good Morning."

He looked up, "Morning, Sam, nice to see you're well."

"Well?" she groaned, "Wanna see the hole in my ankle?"

"Ouch", he frowned in a sort of pained way, "Nah, thanks."

"I just came by to thank you for covering me. And for saving my bum. Jack has told me what you did", she smiled at him slyly.

"Never mind. I just couldn't take the thought of you really being a crook", Pete returned coolly.

"Anyway, I've got a little thank-you for all your strains", she turned around to leave, "Just check your inbox when you get to work."

With these words she was gone.

Back at his office Pete did at once what she had told him. As he checked his letters he found one coming from the FBI.

What could they want from him? Full of curiosity he opened it, quickly unfolding the sheet inside. As he read it he let out a scream of joy:

They were requesting him. He, Pete Shanahan, should become an agent.

'Thank you, Sam', he thought, 'however you've made that possible.'

"How do you think did Pete react as he got the letter?" Jack pondered.

"Well", Sam set down her mug of coffee, "I think he screamed the whole CID office together."

"For cops the FBI's still something like a candy shop", Jack giggled, "You must've really made him happy with it."

"Best is I won't see him that much anymore when he gets transferred", Sam stated, "But I hope this doesn't mean Barret trying to start a flirt with me."

This thought made both of them laugh.

Finito

You've followed the story till here? I'd be happy to know how you liked it. Please review, if that's okay with you. Thank you for your attention.

I've already seen that this story has made into a Favorite Stories list. I'm glad you liked it that much. Blushes a little, humbly hiding under desk.

Beccy, it's fun hablar contigo. And you really don't wanna write your own Serena story? I could imagine that it would be a really good one.