"Martin," Sam called.

"Get out, you're not suppose to be in there," Jack yelled.

"Martin watch out," Sam called in fear as she saw a dark figure make its way across Jack's office.

"What the hell is going on here Jack? These are the surveillance-" Martin stopped mid-sentence.

He shakily swallowed as he felt the barrel of a gun push hard into his back.

Martin just stood there, not moving an inch, just staring blankly at Sam.

The other agents could tell by Martin's pale, stone cold face that something was wrong. Jack, Vivian, Danny and Sam pulled out their guns and aimed it towards Martin's direction.

"Nice and slow," Someone whispered into Martin's ear from behind, "Back up into the office and close the door"

Martin gave Jack a cold hard glare, which didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the team, slowly stepped back, and shut the door. It was just about pitch black so even though the doors were glass, they couldn't see what was going on inside.

"Martin," Danny called and stepped forward, only to be stopped by Jack.

"Don't, it's too dangerous," Jack warned holding Danny back.

"Excuse me?" Vivian said surprised, "Jack call me crazy but you're looking very involved right about now"

Danny looked mat Jack expectantly.

Jack opened his mouth to speak but didn't know what to say.

"Your involved in this?" Sam asked as anger flashed in her eyes and she inched closer.

"Sam let me explain-"

"Oh, ok. So let me get this straight. You planned the whole lights out no escape, scared us to death, and took Martin as a hostage. So what jack? You wanted Martin's life to be at risk?"

"Would you please just listen-"

"No Jack I will not listen," Sam said as she stepped up close to Jack, searching his eyes for any answers.

"Start explaining," Danny ordered as he, Vivian and Sam surrounded Jack.

Just as Jack was about to talk, his office door slammed open.

All agents raised their guns and aimed at the door.

Everything was quiet; all that could be heard were the quick, short breaths coming mainly from Sam.

Seconds passed and nothing happened. No one moved, no one spoke.

Jack took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

"Rick," He called.

Rick slowly stepped into the doorway clutched to Martin, who was gagged with a gun pointed to his head.

"Put down your guns," Rick ordered steadily. No one budged.

"Put down your guns, now. Or Marty here gets it," Rick ordered, looking specifically at Sam.

Sam felt a chill run down her spine. Only Martin's relatives knew to call him Marty, and Sam of course.

"Maybe I'm not making myself clear. Put down your weapons, NOW!" Rick said raising his voice and tightening the grip on his gun.

Sam didn't know what to do, she knew that in the end they would outnumber him, but she couldn't stand risking Martin's life. She looked over to him for guidance. Her eyes were staring straight into her soul, ordering her, begging her not to stand down. Martin ever so slightly shook his head.

Sam looked at Martin, then at Rick. Ethically, the worst thing to do in this type of situation is to back down and give away the power she held, but with that gun so close to Martin's head, with the hand so tight, with Rick's steady fearless eyes, she just couldn't do it.

She took in a deep breath and threw her gun down, sliding across the floor. The sound caused Jack, Danny and Vivian to turn, startled, which gave Rick the opportunity to jump n Sam and tackle her to the ground.

"Hey!" Jack screamed as Rick and Sam hit the ground and he aimed at Rick.

"Do not move," Danny threatened, inching closer.

"Uh uh," Rick warned, as he slowly got up, gripping on to Sam who was struggling to free herself from Rick's grasp, "I wouldn't do that if I were you pretty boy"

Danny didn't back down. Rick turned to look at jack. "Don't forget our little deal Jack. If anything happens to me…"

Jack fell silent, contemplating what to do.

"Alright," he agreed, putting his gun away, "Let's go guys"

"Oh you have got to be kidding me,'' Danny said looking at Jack.

''Jack you-''

''I said let's go," Jack demanded as he stormed into his office, followed reluctantly by Danny and Vivian.

"Now the fun's really gonna start," Rick whispered in Sam's ear before dragging her to the others. Once in the office, Rick shut the door and locked it. He pulled out a little device from his pocket and pressed a small yellow button. All of a sudden the light's flickered back on and the room was filled with brightness. Sam wriggled free from Rick and crawled over to where Martin was sitting on the floor. She pulled the cloth down off his mouth and cupped his face in her hands. Martin's breath was short and quick.

"Are you ok?" She asked whispered almost in tears. Martin nodded his head.

"Hey Blondie? Did I say you could socialise? No. Now get over there," Rick ordered, pointing to a corner.

Sam felt goose bumps form al over her skin as she crawled to her corner, it was that name, Blondie, it was familiar to her for some reason.

Rick pulled out 5 pairs off handcuffs from his back pocket. He walked over to Jack and handcuffed him to his desk leg without resistance.

He then cuffed and tied a confused looking Danny to a chair, and then a betrayed looking Vivian to the doorknob. He handcuffed Martin to the other leg of Jack's desk and finished by cuffing Samantha to the filling cabinet.

''Ok," he said satisfied, "Now that I'm certain you can't escape, I think it's toime we got to know each other a little better"

"What are you talking about," Danny spat.

"Danny Taylor," Rick said smugly, "Let's start with you. Abusive, good for nothing father. Junkie, worthless brother. That must have been one hell of a screwed up family. I can't imagine how many times they had to rush you to the hospital. What'd they tell them, you fell down the stairs? And that little drinking problem of yours? I see you're a chip off the old block."

"You know nothing bout me or my family you hear?" Danny yelled, struggling to get out of the chair.

"Rick what do you really think you're going to accomplish by doing this?" Jack asked almost calmly.

"Jack Malone, the famous Jack Malone. Tell me Jack, how's the wife?" Rick asked with an evil smile, "And those two beautiful girls? Better watch out Jack, beauty's a dangerous thing."

"Look I'll give you anything," Jack pleaded, causing everyone to look at him.

"Ok Jack, just what is going on?" Martin asked, fed up with all the secrets.

"Oh, Jack didn't tell you," Rick asked mysteriously, "Well go ahead Jack, it's an open circle. Tell them how you helped me"

"What?" Sam asked in shock. All eyes turned to Jack.

"I had to ok. He- he's taken Maria and the girls. If I did what he said he wouldn't hurt them," Jack tried explaining. He turned to face Vivian, Who felt the most betrayed.

"I'm sorry Viv"

"You should have told me Jack. I thought I knew you better than to keep it to yourself"

"Well what would you have done if it were your husband, your kid?"

"I would have told you, I would have trusted you"

"Well I'm sorry ok"

"Too late to start worrying now"

"Now call me crazy," Rick said butting in, "But I'd say there's some unresolved tension between the two of you"

Rick tapped his finger in his chin as if thinking hardly.

"Now what could it be?" he asked, "Well lets start with the basic's. Vivian Johnson. Kid Reggie, husband Richard. Oh yes, now I remember, you got promoted didn't you. But then Jack swooped in and took it all away, right?"

"I have nothing to say to you, jerk"

"Oh don't be like that. After all, I know all you're little secrets"

"I don't have any secrets"

"Oh no? Vivian you were rushed to hospital when you were 17 right? Now what was that for again, oh yes, you overdosed"

Vivian stayed quiet.

"We all thought that was in the past, didn't we Vivian. But then I recently received some very compelling evidence"

"Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about"

"Got quiet a temper there. I believe there's a drug, can't quiet remember the name, that could help you with that little problem"

Vivian looked away, too ashamed to look at her team.

"Who's next?" Rick asked looking around the room,

"Ah, Martin Fitzgerald," Rick declared as he choose his next victim, "Or do you prefer Marty?"

Martin breathed calmly and looked Rick straight in the eye. He wasn't gonna be intimidated by this guy.

"How's your father Marty?'

He didn't reply.

"Wait, why am I asking you? You wouldn't have a clue how he is, you hardly see him. But then again, who wants to see someone who treated you so bad. Tell me, what's it like to know no one loves you? No one cares about you?"

Martin felt his blood rise, but didn't reply.

"Sorry, scratch that last thought. Someone did care for you, even loved you. Dear Aunt Bonnie"

Sam felt her heart stop and a shiver run down her spine. Martin would lash out any minute now, either that or burst out crying.

Martin looked down at the ground.

"Ah, cancer's a bitch ain't it? I should know, someone I loved died from cancer too. Stupid doctors couldn't cure a simple lump, a simple stupid little lump"

"Tell us about your father Rick," Jack asked, trying to find out more about him.

"Ha, nice try Jack, but I'm not done. I've still got one, person, left," He said as he stared directly at Sam.

Sam swallowed fearfully as she felt a knot in her stomach and a lump in her throat. Samantha Spade had done many things, kept many secrets.

"Blondie, I'm surprised you don't recognise me. Actually I'm glad you didn't recognise me. Didn't spend 3 grand on fairy dust did I?"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"I knew that if you remembered me, I'd be in some serious trouble. I mean it's not anything too sinister, I didn't kill you're mother or anything. But like everyone, I have my secrets."

Everyone listened intently, waiting for what was next.

"I knew I had to make you forget what happened. You'd be surprised the things you can buy off the Internet. Only took a couple minutes before I found the drug I was looking for. The perfect, memory-loss drug"