A/N: Here's the next part enjoy!! I'll post the next after Christmas, hopefully before if I can. Anyhoo Happy Christmas!!!!!!!! Enjoy the holidays, and please review for a Christmas present.

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Danny looked at Martin in complete shock when Samantha fainted. He quickly laid her down on the couch, her legs stretched out, ordering Martin to get a glass of water.

"Sam." he said gently tapping her cheeks. "C'mon, wake up. What happened?" he asked Martin.

"I came in and she was just sitting here, she looked like she'd been crying. Then you came over and she just fainted."

Danny frowned. "Samantha, come on."

Samantha felt like she was just under the surface of the pool or something, everything seemed heavy and the voices around her were indistinct and fuzzy. She squinted and could make out two figures near her, one that looked like Danny...which couldn't be true. God, she must be hallucinating.

"Sam." she heard fuzzily.

With great effort she forced her eyes open all the way, and blinked several times to clear her vision. She looked at the figures and saw Martin and Danny. Her head spun again. Danny? She struggled to sit up and was helped by some strong arms.

"Danny? Thank God." she said and flung her arms around him, tears of joy coming to her eyes. Danny looked at Martin puzzled.

"What happened Sam?" asked Martin.

Samantha released her hold on Danny and looked at Martin. "I got a phone call from this guys, Charlie something, Chief of Police, and he said that there had been a car accident and that...that you'd been killed." she finished switching her gaze to Danny.

Both Danny and Martin looked shocked. "Who would do that?" asked Martin angrily.

"I'll bet it's that guy that's been harassing Sam." answered Danny.

"Hey, who was the police guy that called you?" asked Martin.

"Umm Charlie...something..."

"C'mon try and remember."

"Ok. Charlie.... Oh, Charlie Wood."

"You sure?"

"Yup positive." Samantha nodded.

Getting up Martin picked up the phone and dialled to local police department.

"Hello, may I please speak to Charlie Wood?"

There was a pause as Martin listened to whoever was on the other end.

"Oh sorry. Thanks anyway." He hung up and turned to look at them a grim look on his face.

"There is no Charlie Wood."

Samantha sighed.

"Look Sam, if you wanna take a rain check for tonight-" began Danny.

"It's Martin's big night," protested Samantha. "I'm fine to go, let me just freshen up first." She went into the bathroom, to remove the signs of tears and Danny and Martin sat in a worried silence until she came out. A few minutes later she returned looking calm and composed, until you looked into her eyes and saw the hurt that the phone call had caused even though it had been fake.

"You ready?" she said a cheerful smile forced on her face.

"Sure." said Danny, grabbing his keys of the table. Him and Martin both followed Samantha out, exchanging concerned glances at her forced care-free demeanour.

They arrived at the restaurant only 10 minutes late, and used the excuse of traffic being bad, Samantha having pleaded, argued to outright blackmailed them into not telling the others, not wanting to ruin the night.

They settled down at a table, ready to enjoy the night and to celebrate Martin's 1 year anniversary.

"So how do you feel Marty? Knowing that you survived a year?" asked Danny grinning.

"I feel great actually. I know not all of us really-uhhh-meshed when I first joined." he glanced smirking at Danny who shrugged sheepishly. "But I just wanna say thanks for giving me a chance."

"Here here." said Vivian, raising her glass. They all clinked glasses, their thoughts running back over the past year. The past year had been hard for everyone, struggling to adapt to a new team and learning to work together, several horrific cases and the whole incident in the bookstore where they almost lost one of their own. Vivian glanced over at Samantha concerned, Sam had been strangely quiet all evening. Vivian made a mental note to remember to talk to her later about how she was.

At around 11, they all decided to call it a night, Jack and Vivian having families to get home to.

"See you bright and early tomorrow guys!" called Jack climbing into his car.

"I can give you a lift if you want Martin." said Vivian, it made more sense for her to drive him as she lived more in his direction that Danny or Sam.

"Sure, thanks Viv." said Martin. "Night." he nodded to the others.

"Night Martin." replied Sam, "Night Viv."

Danny waved and added his goodnights.

She and Danny climbed into his car. "Thanks for not telling them tonight." said Samantha, "It would have ruined the evening."

"No problem. You are going to tell them tomorrow right?" he asked pulling the car out of his parking spot.

Samantha sighed and nodded. "I guess I should."

"Course you do! We need to figure out who this guy is, and how dangerous he is."

"I know."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Danny asked Samantha.

"I think so. Having you guys really helps, I don't think I could manage if I was by myself."

"Well if there is anything I else I can do..."

"Thanks Danny, but it's okay. I mean I'm already staying with you."

Danny and Samantha exchanged smiles.

The rest of the drive was quiet until they got back to Danny's apartment.

He pulled up in the car park, both of them climbing out and making their way up to Danny's apartment. Too engrossed in their own thoughts, they didn't notice a figure watching them from the main lobby of the building.

"Morning." Yawned Danny as he ambled into the kitchen to see Sam already awake making coffee.

"Hey, sleep ok?"

He nodded, "I should be asking you. Have the nightmare?"

She nodded.

Danny looked concerned, "Maybe you should see someone."

Samantha shook her head stubbornly. "I'm not going back to see the therapist." After the bookstore shooting she had been seeing Lisa Harris, but she had stopped going about a month ago and she didn't want to go again.

"If they get worse, or don't go you really should." insisted Danny.

"Maybe." she said taking a sip of her coffee.

Suddenly there was a noise at the door, casuing Samantha to jump and spill the scalding liquid on her hand.

"Shit." she swore. Danny grabbed a cloth to wipe up the coffee, and told Sam to put her hand under the cold tap. He wiped up the coffee and went to the door.

He saw a piece of paper that had been slid under the door and picked it up cautiously. He looked out the peephole, but couldn't see a sign of anything or anyone.

He walked back into the kitchen, unfolding the note as he went.

"What is it?" asked Sam from where she was standing her hand under the tap.

"It says; don't get too comfortable Sammy."

Samantha frowned as she dried her hands. "Maybe I shouldn't stay here. I don't want to put you at any risk."

"Sam, I offered you a place. I want you to stay. You shouldn't be by yourself."

She smiled at him, wincing slightly as she ran her finger over her scalded hand.

"Does it hurt?" asked Danny nodding at her hand.

She raised it for him too see, part of the back had gone a painful shade of red. "Oww." he said.

"Yeah." Looking at it she decided to put it back under the cold tap again.

"Morning you two." said Vivian when they arrived at the office. Jack glanced up and smiled his good morning.

"Hey...what happened to your hand Sam?" asked Martin catching a glimpse of the red area that still looked as raw and painful as before.

"Just spilt some coffee." she replied.

Danny coughed from next to her, nudging her with his elbow.

She rolled her eyes, "I got this too." she said handing Vivian the letter, Jack and Martin reading it from either side of her.

"And I got another phone call yesterday." she hesitated, Vivian and Jack looking at her expectantly.

"It was before we went out, I got a phone call from a guy called Charlie Brown, who said he was from the local PD. He said that Danny had been in a fatal car crash."

Vivian and Jack looked at her in shock.

"When Martin and Danny got there it obviously wasn't true. Martin rang up the PD, and asked if a Charlie Brown worked there, but there was no one there by that name."

"So you think it's that guy who's been stalking you?"

Sam nodded.

"Did you two know?" Vivian asked Danny and Martin.

"Why didn't you say something last night?" Jack asked.

"I told them not too, I didn't want to ruin the night." Sam put in.

"So whoever it is, definitely knows where you are now?" asked Vivian.

"Looks like it." Sam sighed.

Vivian frowned, worried for Sam's safety. "Be careful ok?" she warned.

"I will." said Sam smiling warmly at Vivian.