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The next day Samantha decided to go back to her apartment, just to pick up some things that she needed. So after work, she and Danny went over there. Samantha breathed heavily, and shakily inserted the key in the lock. Stepping inside, both her and Danny felt a rush of icy air like the time only a few days ago when the same thing had happened. This made her sure that she hadn't absent-mindedly left the window open herself that day. Looking around they noticed that all the windows were wide open, letting in the cold air and the AC was on full blast.

Samantha went into her bedroom, still feeling sick to know that he had been through her things. She started grabbing some clothes, when she heard Danny's shout from the living room. She looked over at where Danny was looking and saw a note lying on her coffee table that said, 'You can run, but you can't hide.' She shuddered.

"You got everything?" asked Danny, slipping a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Almost." she replied, going back to get the rest of her clothes followed by Danny.

"Did you see my organiser in there?" she asked after rummaging through her desk drawer.

Danny shook his head. "Nope sorry."

"It's missing, so is my address book." she replied, looking worriedly at Danny.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Positive. I always keep them in here. It's got everything in there, all my addresses. He'll have your number and everything. God." Samanatha sank down on the bed, resting her head in her hands. Danny sat next to her, holding her tightly.

"It'll be okay. You've got me, you've got all of us. And we're going to find this guy." he said firmly.

"Okay." whispered Samantha, leaning into Danny's embrace. "Why is he doing this? I just wish it would all stop."

"I know." said Danny and carried on holding her.

A few days later Samantha was still staying at Danny's, she hadn't been back to her apartment again, not really wanting to until everything was sorted out. She was sure that whoever it was had her cell number as she kept getting prank calls on it, and she was fairly certain that they also had Danny's number too as there had been several prank calls when she and Danny had been home.

However there were no more leads, the number wasn't traceable so they weren't able to find anything.

They had just finished a particularly hard case, that had lasted for several days. A young man had gone missing from his home downtown, where he lived with his wife and son. On the surface, everything had seemed happy and normal, but they had found that he was a drug dealer and had gotten deep into debt. They had eventually traced him down to Vegas where he was staying trying to gamble and scam people to get more money to pay off the debt.

The team had arranged to go out for drinks and a meal the next evening, seeing as they hadn't gone out in a while, and also it was the anniversary of the day Martin had joined the team.

"So, what do you want to eat tonight?" Danny asked Samantha looking through his fridge.

Sam shrugged, yawning. They had just got back from the office about 20 minutes ago, it was now 10pm. They had to stay and wait for Jack and Vivian to get back from Las Vegas, so they could write up their reports. They had had no time to eat or anything earlier, so now they were starving.

"So I guess it's pizza or pasta." said Danny.

Samantha grinned. "I'll make you that pasta you really liked if you want?"

"Sounds good." Danny smiled.

Soon the kitchen was filled with the smell of pasta, and tomato sauce. Danny was setting the table, and they were laughing and joking. Danny was glad Samantha seemed to be putting unpleasant thoughts out of her head, at least for the evening.

At around 11 they went to bed, Danny in his room, and Samantha in the small guest room where she had been staying. Sam tossed and turned for awhile, thinking about the last case. She felt so sorry for the guys family, they had thought he was the perfect father and husband. Until she hit the double digits, she had thought her dad was the perfect father. However she had never known what he was really like. Eventually she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

Danny was awoken around 3 by a scream coming from Samantha's room. He rushed in there and saw Sam tossing in bed a look of fear and pain on her face. Sitting on the bed, he tried to shake her awake.

"Sam, Sam!" he said urgently, she wasn't waking up. She just continued to murmur incomprehensible words.

"Samantha." he said, this time grabbing her hands which were ice cold. "Sam!"

Her eyes shot open at his last shout, she looked around her eyes wide and fearful.

"Shhh. It's okay." said Danny.

Sam seemed to calm down, and smiled at Danny thankfully.

"What was it about?" asked Danny.

Samantha shook her head. "I don't remember." she lied. Of course she remembered, it was the same dream as before, except this time she hadn't woken up when he pulled the trigger. She had felt the bullet going into her, that's when she screamed.

Danny looked at her, obviously not believing her. "Sam, I know you remember. Tell me."

She sighed, she knew there was no use arguing with him. "Remember that case, with that woman Joanne Kelly who had been kidnapped."

Danny nodded.

"I've been having this dream since then, ummm I was just standing in the warehouse, looking at the guy who did it and I couldn't move. Then he raises his gun and pulls the trigger. Usually then I wake up, but this time I didn't...I felt the bullet. It felt so real."

Danny took both Samantha's hands in his, trying to warm them up and offering her some comfort. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know."

They sat for a few moments. "It's alright now. Why don't you go get some sleep." said Samantha.

"You sure you're alright?"

She nodded.

"Okay. Night." said Danny, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

"Night." she replied, curling back up in her covers trying to warm herself up. She sighed, and turned over trying to get back to sleep.

"Morning." said Sam plodding into the kitchen around 7:30 where Danny was already up making coffee.

"Morning. You want some?" he asked holding up the almost full coffee pot.

"Mmm yes please." said Sam gratefully, grabbing a mug.

"You manage to get back to sleep alright?"

Sam nodded, not particularly wanting to talk about it. Danny sensing that, changed the subject.

"You still up for going out to dinner later?"

"Of course." she replied.

"Think we're going to the Italian place we went to last time, around 6. I know Viv has to be home quite early, she promised Reggie."

"Sounds fine."

They arrived at the office around 8:15.

"Morning." said Vivian.

"Morning." they replied.

"So, what's happening today?" asked Danny.

"Van Doren wants the finalised reports from the last case, no new cases yet."

"Okay." said Samantha walking over to her computer to get her report.

"Is 6 outside that Italian place good for you?" Danny asked Vivian.

"Sounds fine."

"Good. What about you Jack?" Danny asked seeing Jack walk into the bullpen.

"Sorry, what?"

"Dinner by that Italian place at 6?"

"Yeah that's fine."

"Good, now just need to make sure it's ok with Martin."

"I talked to Van Doren, and she said that when the reports are done, she wants us to check over the details of that case with Joanne Kelly, and Ken Jones...who there's still no sign of. See if we can find out where he is."

"Sure." said Samantha.

"We're on it." said Danny.

Martin walked over a few minutes later. "Morning." he said cheerfully.

"You sound happy." said Danny suspiciously. "What is it?"

Martin smiled, "Can't I just be happy?"

Danny looked at him warily. Sam smiled, "Remember it's his year anniversary."

"Oh yeah. Well congrats Fitzy. You made it."

"Thanks." said Martin, and the others added their congratulations.

"Well would it be possible to catch a ride with someone? My cars in the shop, which is why I'm late." said Martin.

"Yeah I can, I've got to pick something up from your direction anyway." said Danny.

"Thanks." said Martin.

Later that afternoon after all the paperwork was done, around 4:30. Danny dropped Samantha back at his apartment, he had to go and pick up some things from a store near Martin's apartment. He had ordered a new lamp for the guest room and some other homey things, which Samantha teased him mercilessly about.

Samantha sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, casually channel flicking. Stopping on a program that looked somewhat interesting, she decided to relax for a bit. Before she knew it, she felt the lack of sleep from the night before catching up with her, and she felt her eyes closing. She was disturbed a little while later by the phone ringing, she sat up and looked at her watch. It was around 5:30, Danny should be at Martin's now. Reaching over she picked up the phone wondering who it could be.

"Hello?" she said.

"Is this Agent Spade?" said an unfamiliar male voice.

"Yes. Who is this please?"

"This is Charlie Wood chief of police at the downtown police department. I'm afraid I have some bad news."

"What?" asked Samantha dreading what was coming.

"There was an accident just off 57th, Agent Danny Taylor was involved in a car crash."

"But he's okay right?" choked Samantha.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, but he died instantly."

Samantha broke into sobs, and hung up the phone mumbling, "Thank you for telling me."

Danny, her best friend was dead. Samantha collapsed onto the couch, unable to contain the uncontrollable sobs. She couldn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it. She felt like a part of her had been ripped out. When she had first met Danny, they had immediately got on so well. They had both come from shaky, unhappy childhoods and understood each other so well. She couldn't believe that he was gone. So she just sat, lost and alone, curled up on Danny's couch.

About 15 minutes later she heard a rattling at the door and Martin walked in. He stopped in shock at seeing Samantha's red eyes and blotchy face. "What's wrong?" he said immediately rushing to Samantha's side.

She just looked at him and broke down again. He pulled her into a hug. He looked up to see Danny walking in the door, carrying a box of stuff from the store. Danny looked confused at seeing Samantha crying and looked at Martin. Martin shrugged. Danny walked over to Sam, and gently tapped her on the shoulder. She looked at him, and her eyes widened. "Danny?" she whispered. He nodded puzzled. She reached her hand out to him, and touched his cheek, before her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted.