His cold blue eyes met hers from across the empty warehouse. She stood there, unmoving as an eerie gleam came into his eyes and a smirk crossed his face. Jack knelt down next to the woman's body near where Samantha was standing, to check her pulse. Jack stood back up, drawing his gun, pointing it at the man and yelling. But the man had pulled out his own gun and was aiming it at Samantha. Smirking again he pulled the trigger.
Sam woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed, the image of his cruel, blue eyes burning a hole in her mind. She got up and gazed out of the window pressing her head against the cool glass, trying to relieve herself from her aching head, remembering their case from a week ago.
It had started with a missing woman, Joanne Kelly, who had gone missing from her office parking lot where she was working late. She had been kidnapped by a man called Ken Jones, who had kidnapped 2 other woman in a few other states. He would abduct the woman and then hold them for a while before he killed them. They had found Joanne before Ken killed her, thankfully. Samantha and Jack had a lead to a warehouse by the docks, and they had arranged for a team of police to join them and check around. Samantha shivered, feeling the chill from the warehouse hitting her again.
The woman had been lying unconscious, covered in blood. Ken Jones was on the other side of the warehouse, just staring at them. His eyes had held such coldness and uncaring malice. Jack had knelt to check Joanne's pulse, and then had risen, his gun pointed at Ken. Yelling for him to put his hands up. Ken just grinned, holding his own gun aimed at them. He winked at Samantha, and then ran, extremely fast, out the door behind him. Jack and Samantha ran after him, followed by the police, but there was no sign of him. It was like he had just disappeared.
Joanne had been taken to hospital and she was doing fine. It was a week later, and there was still no sign of Ken. APB's had been posted everywhere, and a trace had been set up on his cell and car, but nothing had turned up.
Samantha didn't know why this case had affected her so much, but she had that recurring dream since it had happened, sometimes a small detail was different, but it always ended the same, Ken Jones pointing a gun at her and pulling the trigger. She couldn't understand why her subconcious was making her relive this over and over again. She often had dreams about cases, but never ones like this. Being forced to go over the senario over and over again, but completely powerless to change it was unbelievably upsetting.
She sighed and made her way back to bed, prepared for a restless, rest of the night before she had to get up to go to work. Crawling back under the covers, she removed the quilt as the room had become very stuffy and claustrophobic. She lay down staring at the ceiling, images from the dream still playing in her mind. She groaned, knowing her sleep wouldn't be peaceful.
"Morning Sunshine!" called Danny as Sam walked in the next morning. She rolled her eyes, she knew she probably looked like shit she hadn't been able to sleep.
"Hey, you ok?" asked Danny as he came closer, looking at her concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine." Samantha smiled. "Just tired, didn't sleep much."
"Okay." replied Danny not quite sure, not seeming convinced.
"So, what's happening?" asked Sam, "Where's everyone?"
"Viv is talking to Jack in the office I think and Martin's even later than you." Danny grinned.
"I'm not that late." protested Sam. She was interrupted by Vivian walking back into the room. "Morning Sam." said Vivian smiling.
Samantha smiled back. "Morning. I'm just gonna get a coffee. You guys want?"
Danny shook his head.
"Sure. I'll come with." said Vivian.
"So you really alright?" asked Vivian curiously, pouring the coffee into two cups.
Samantha sighed. "Yeah. Honestly, I'm just tired." Another thing, was that lately she kept getting prank phone calls, some one would ring and then hang up when she answered. It wasn't just a couple that could have been the wrong number, it was about 5 in a row. Usually as she was trying to sleep, luckily only one last night. She tried to ignore it and not let it bother her, but it was pretty freaky.
"You want to take the rest of the day off, get some rest?" asked Vivian.
Samantha shook her head. "I'll be fine. I'll have an early night tonight."
Vivian smiled. "Ok." she said and picked up her mug of coffee to go back into the bullpen.
