A/N: Well I couldn't just leave you hanging could I?

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Samantha carefully opened her heavy eyes, not wanting to agitate the already pounding headache she had discovered. Her whole body ached, and her head felt so heavy but light and fuzzy at the same time. She cringed, she didn't even want to know what he had done while she was unconscious. She was tied to a chair in a dark room, there was one small window, but nothing as to hint at where she was or anything. Looking around she saw Ken standing at a table on the other side of the room. Her head growing heavy she let it fall back to rest on the back of the chair. Her ears still alert to what was going on, Ken hadn't seemed to have noticed that she was awake yet, thankfully.

"Where do we start?" asked Martin.

"Well we should check out the warehouses that he was in before Martin if you come with me, and Danny can you find out any places he has lived in recently. Viv, can you get the old case file and see if he has been using his cell much lately? Anything you can get that will help us find Sam."

Danny nodded, trying to bury the anxiety and fear he was feeling for Sam so he could get the work done.

"Okay." said Vivian, she turned retrieving the Sam's official FBI photo from a file and pinning it on the missing board. She sighed gazing at the picture for a moment, praying that she would be alright.

"Find her." Danny said quietly to Martin in forlorn hope, catching him before they left.

"We will." replied Martin giving Danny a comforting smile knowing how much he must be tearing himself up about Sam getting taken while he was there, being unable to stop it. Martin caught up with Jack and they both left the office, intent on finding Samantha.

Danny searched through the database, looking for where he could have taken Sam.

"Anything?" asked Vivian, coming back with the old case file, one they had hoped they wouldn't have to see again.

Danny shook his head. "No, all the recent ones have been rented out again. He could just be squatting somewhere. Hopefully they'll find him at the warehouses."

"He won't go there again Danny." replied Vivian gently, she knew what Danny was doing. Trying to convince himself that they would find Sam soon, that she would hopefully be in the first place they looked.

Danny sighed and returned his gaze to the computer screen.

"You wanna help me look through this?" Vivian asked opening the file.

"Sure." replied Danny, "There's nothing here anyway."

Vivian lifted the papers out of the file and set them down on the table. A photograph caught her eye and she picked it up, bile rose in her throat as she saw a picture of one of Ken's other victims. She set the picture back down, covering it with other papers not wanting to be reminded about what could happen if they didn't find Sam in time. Danny looked at her curiously.

"We have to find her." was all Vivian said.

Samantha heard heavy footsteps approaching her, but kept her eyes shut hoping she could pretend she was still unconscious so he would leave her alone for a while. But she had no such luck. He bent down next to the chair, his face so close that she could feel his breath tickling her skin. She kept still, trying not to show that she was awake.

"Hey." he said, slapping her cheeks. "Wake up!" He continued hitting her already painfully bruised face until she couldn't take it any longer and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw, his haunting blue eyes and cruel leer. She fought back the urge to retch and glared at him defiantly.

"Mornin' how you feeling?" he sneered, moving so he was in front of her.

"Like you care." she rasped.

"Course I do, if you're feeling better I need to know so I can make you feel worse." He chuckled and punched her hard in the ribs. Sam felt all the air go out of her and doubled over in pain.

"You think they're looking for you yet? Do you think they've even found Agent Taylor? I left them a nice little note Sammy..."

Sam cringed at the nickname.

"They should know that I'm the one doing this by now." he continued.

"What do you want?" she asked having regained her breath.

"You." he grinned "And now I have you. Make yourself at home..." He glanced at her bound arms and legs and sniggered cruelly. "Believe me, you won't be going anywhere for a long time."

He turned away and Samantha breathed a sigh of relief a little too early, as he turned round with a swinging fist straight into her face. Samantha flinched in pain but held in a small yelp. She could ignore the pain....for now anyway but she didn't know how much longer. Please find me, she thought to herself, before her thoughts were stopped by Ken retrieving a piece of metal piping and swinging it at her leg. This time she couldn't help the scream that came from her, another punch soon followed and she blissfully welcomed the darkness that overtook her.

18 hours missing.

Sam had been missing since at least 2 this morning and they had no leads, nothing that may help them find Samantha. They had looked everywhere they could think of and each time found nothing. So by 8, they didn't know any more than they had known at 9. Still they weren't giving up hope. They couldn't let themselves give up hope, friends don't give up.

Danny stood out on the balcony gazing out over the lights of the city, a sight which usually helped him but now...all the lights just seemed to be mocking him, still shining as brightly as ever. Not aware that there was one light on one desk that wasn't shining brightly and no one knew when it would light up the room again.

"Where are you Sam?" he whispered to himself. Again looking at the lights as if one would lead the way to her. "Please be okay."

"She's strong, she'll be alright." said Vivian who had just walked out to join him. She handed him his jacket which he shrugged on gratefully, wondering if Sam was warm enough. The bitter December chill cutting straight through him.

"You saw what that guy did do those woman- we know what he already did to Sam. How can she be alright?"

"She'll get through it. I mean we're not going to leave her to deal with it by herself are we?"

Danny shook his head.

"See, she's got her friends to help her."

Danny sighed. "Yeah."

"We'll get her back."

"Yeah we will." said Danny firmly, nodding his head. He straightened up, determined to find his friend. "There's got to be something we're missing."

Samantha sighed and looked at the small window, one of her eyes had swollen shut so she couldn't see very well. She could tell it was getting dark but she had no idea what time it was. He had gotten tired of tormenting her a while ago and had retreated to a chair (one a lot more comfy than hers) in the corner of the room. She shifted, trying to work her hands free for what must have been the millionth time that day but still there was no use, they were impossible to get out of. Her thoughts drifted back to the others, Danny especially. Ken hadn't told her what he did to him- she hoped he was okay and that they were working to find her. The room was getting colder as it grew darker and she shivered. She glanced back over at Ken's side of the room. She assumed he had been living here, there was a makeshift bed, some clothes. From what she gathered over the day it could be some old, unused, run-down apartment. Sighing again she attracted his attention. He got up and walked slowly over, hiding something in one hand behind him.

He ran a rough hand over her cheek, mimicking his action the previous night.

She looked at him, fear filling her eyes, wishing that she could stop him. He leant down and kissed her roughly, he pulled away after a few moments leaving Samantha wanting to wash her mouth out or knee him in the balls. Seeing as she couldn't do either she settled for spitting on the floor.

He snarled at her, his eyes flashing dark with anger for a second. Then a look of calm confidence came over him and he kissed her again, this time running his hand down her side.

"There's nothing you can do to stop me Sammy." he whispered in her ear. She shuddered knowing it was true.

"Sweet dreams." he finished, taking out the cloth that was hidden in his other hand and clamping it over her nose and mouth.

So Samantha Spade submitted to the darkness once again.