She heard a knocking on the door, and tensed for a moment until she heard Danny's familiar voice yelling through the door.
She got up, still unsteadily, and opened the door sighing in relief to see Danny's concerned face. He cam and and shut the door, taking one look at her scared, pale face he pulled her into a hug.
"Thank you." whispered Sam.
Danny pulled away carefully looking into Samantha's face. "What happened?"
Instead of answering immediately Samantha turned round and picked up the pictures, her back to Danny. She was silent for a few moments, then turned back round and handed the pictures to Danny. "I uhh...I found them on my pillow when I woke up, and they weren't there when I went to sleep."
Danny looked at them, and his eyes widened. "So he was in your apartment, while you were asleep?" He involuntarily shivered, feeling sick at the thought and wondering how Samantha must be feeling. Another glance at her face, he smiled sadly he had always been able to read her. "C'mon, get your stuff we'll go back to mine."
Samantha grabbed her bag from the couch, Danny gently took it from her and escorted her out of her apartment, the photos still clutched tightly in his hand.
The next morning Danny and Samantha made their way into the offices. They were surprisingly early seeing as they hadn't had much sleep that night. Danny had tried to convince Sam to take the day off, but she insisted on coming in, saying it would take her mind off everything.
"Morning guys- What's wrong?" asked Vivian as they walked in, noting the serious looks on their faces.
Danny glanced at Sam and she gave a small nod. Gesturing for everyone to sit down at the conference table, Sam told them what happened the previous night.
"And you have no idea who it could be?" asked Martin concerned.
Samantha shook her head.
Vivian shuddered, feeling creeped and somewhat sickened like Danny felt when he had heard. She couldn't imagine the thought of so stranger going through her stuff and watching her when she slept.
"Are you staying with Danny then?" asked Jack.
"Yeah." said Sam.
"Good." he nodded. "Probably be best to stay away from your place for a little while."
"What should we do?" Danny asked the whole group.
Sighing Jack shrugged. "There's not much we can do. We have no leads-"
"Paul!" said Samantha suddenly. The others looked at her confused.
"The guy gave him the flowers to give to me, he probably got quite a good look at him."
"That's a start." said Jack. "You and Danny wanna ask him to come up?"
Danny nodded. "Sure."
"Remember the guy who paid you to deliver that box to me?" asked Samantha gently.
Paul nodded.
"I need you to tell us everything you can remember about him."
"Sure." said Paul, looking slightly confused. "Well, he did look like he didn't want to be seen, he had a baseball cap on that was pulled real low over his head. And he wore these thick, dark shades. So you could only see from the nose down."
"Did he have an accent?" asked Danny.
Paul shook his head. "No accent, his voice was very deep though."
"Any other things that made him stand out?"
"Not particularly, oh yeah. He was wearing a blue jacket with a bright orange stripe down the back. That just stood out."
Sam looked puzzled for a moment, trying to remember something.
"Sam?" asked Danny.
"I saw him." she said. "When I was jogging, I bumped into him."
"You sure?"
Samantha nodded. "Yeah, I remember the orange stripe."
"Okay." Said Danny. "Thanks for your help Paul. Do you think you could talk to one of our sketch artists quickly?"
"Sure no problem." said Paul following Danny out of the room, shooting Samantha a small smile. Still not entirely sure why he was being asked about the guy.
Samantha stayed where she was seated for a moment, trying to remember anything else about that guy, but unfortunately nothing significant came to mind, he hadn't looked familiar but she had only seen his face for a quick flash.
They had gotten the picture from the sketch artist, but it didn't give anything away, he looked like thousands of other guys you see in hats and glasses. None of the other members of the team saw anything familiar in him either.
So they had one lead, which was a small one anyway. They had an incomplete picture and the fact that he knew Samantha's number, where she lived, had access to her apartment and knew where she worked, none of which were very comforting.
Samantha felt herself growing more and more frustrated as the day drew to an end, they had found nothing else helpful, no fingerprints anywhere, no strand of hair, nothing. This guy was a pro. She sat at her desk, going through old cases, that had similar incidents. However, her mind wasn't really in it so she went through them unseeingly. Someone came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump like a foot in the air.
"Sorry." said Martin.
She smiled at him. "S'okay."
"How are you?" he asked kindly. Grabbing a chair so he sat facing her.
She sighed. To be honest, she was sick of people asking her how she was, looking at her like she was going to breakdown. But she was to tired to get into a fight so she replied, "Truthfully?"
He nodded.
"Freaked. I'm so glad I don't have to stay in my apartment."
"So Danny's being a good host?" laughed Martin.
"I'm always a good host." replied Danny indignantly from behind Martin.
"Really?"
Sam smiled, grateful for their playful banter, anything to take her mind off everything else.
Vivian stood up from her spot at the conference table, it had been a slow day, no new cases so they had spent their time on Sam's problem.
"Anything?" Martin asked Vivian as she came over.
She shook her head. "Nothing, unfortunately."
Sam looked down dispairingly at the piles of old cases on her desk.
The others exchanged worried looks about Samantha's safety, and how she was feeling. Especially the latter, it wasn't good to bottle up your feelings and pretend like nothing was wrong like Samantha seemed to be doing.
Danny squeezed Samantha's shoulder gently, letting her know he was there if she wanted to talk or anything. She smiled gratefully at him, at all of them, knowing she could always count on them.
Samantha's cell phone suddenly started ringing, breaking the silence.
"Hello?" she said. There was silence from the other end. She frowned, glancing at the caller ID, which said 'caller unknown'. Angrily she hung up.
"I think he's got my cell number." she informed the others.
