A/N: Here you go and please review!
It had now been over a day since Samantha had been taken. Jack had sent the team home late the previous night, (or extremely early in the morning) saying that them being overtired would not help them find Sam any quicker. Danny had refused to go back to his apartment, not wanting to be there as it was full of reminders of Sam, had crashed at Martin's place. After a restless few hours they were all back in the office, red eyed, exhausted and close to despair.
"We've got to be missing something!" said Martin frustrated, looking over the papers on his desk for what must have been the millionth time.
They had a map with the places he had kept his other victims in, but there was no patterns there. They still hadn't found out where he had been staying, or if anyone had seen his car or anything that would lead them to Sam. They had run several checks on his credit card, but apart from taking out a few hundred dollars a few days before there had been nothing else. They had also been checking his cell phone records, he hadn't contacted anyone since he had taken Samantha, so they guessed he was working alone. They had all been shocked by the amount of calls that Sam had recieved from him, sometimes 4 plus in the space of 3 hours. She had never said anything about it being that many.
Danny slumped at his desk, his small amount of sleep had been filled with horrible nightmares of the worst possible scenarios, nothing he wanted to ever ever see. He gazed sadly at the picture of Sam on the missing board, she looked so happy, so safe. Alive.
He gritted his teeth and prayed that they would find her today. Rubbing his tired eyes he glanced at the others, all immersed in the different files, papers and old records, searching for something they had missed. He sighed, they all looked like he felt. Like shit basically. Martin and Jack looked surprisingly scruffy, like him. Vivian's usual calm, collected exterior was gone, replaced with concern, anxiety and most of all fear. The same fear that was reflected in all of their eyes. Fear for their friend, they had know way of knowing how she was, if she was still..... He couldn't bring himself to think it. He wouldn't let himself think it.
30 hours missing.
Samantha had been awake for several hours now, so had Ken unfortunately (he had decided that beating up Sam was the best way to wake himself up.) She drew in harsh, wheezy breathes, feeling her broken, bruised ribs protest at every movement. She could taste the blood in her mouth, feel it trickle down her face. The bruises hurt so much, she couldn't escape the pain, every part of her ached. She was surprised she was even still conscious. She sat there weakly in the chair, barely supporting her own weight. Her head occasionally falling forward, unable to keep itself up. Ken sat a couple of meters in front of her, just watching her struggle to stay awake, smiling to himself. Sam, through heavily lidded eyes, watched him closely for a sign of what he was planning to do next. He just stared at her, she trembled slightly feeling vunerable, wanting to hide herself from his roving gaze. Laughing to himself he retrieved a small kitchen knife from the table, intent on causing more pain.
Sam watched him approach, the metal glinting in the light. She swallowed hard, and prayed (not for the first time since she had been taken), that it would be the end, that the pain would stop. She wished that she had the strength to do something, but truth was she barely had the strength to keep thinking positively.
Ken waited until Samantha had passed out again, then cleaned the blood off his hands and left her alone in the run down apartment.
The others had all gathered around the conference table, they sat completely at a loss. They had nothing, but they couldn't let themselves give up.
They had now all seen the pictures in the old case files, and were all fearing the worse for Samantha. Martin sighed, and glanced at the others. They all looked terrible, Sam's kidnapping hit them all hard. Danny looked the worst, unsurprisingly. He hadn't been himself, Martin knew he would keep blaming himself until Sam was back. Jack seemed to bottle up all this feelings, but you could tell that it was tearing him apart. And Vivian, Martin had never known that Sam and Viv were that close and they hadn't been until recently, but she seemed to have a look of sadness and weariness etched on her face since Sam went.
Vivian and Jack had gone back to Danny's apartment and Sam's, but nothing had was missing or anything. They had both been hoping for another note, or a clue that would help them to find Sam, however they found nothing.
Suddenly the phone rang, Danny being nearest picked it up. "FBI missing persons." he said.
"Who is this?" said the person on the other end.
"Agent Taylor, who am I speaking to?"
The man chuckled. "Oh I think you know."
Danny felt a shiver down his spine, vaguely recognising the voice that had whispered in his ear. "Ken Jones."
At those words the others arround him snapped to attention, Jack immediately setting up a trace on the call.
"Got it in one."
"Where's Sam?" asked Danny feeling anger rising in him.
"Do you really think I'm going to tell you? Thought you lot were supposed to be smart." he sneered. "I just wanted to say that your time is running out." His thoughts going to the blonde woman who he was holding hostage, who was weakening every minute.
The line went dead, Danny put the receiver down turning his worried face to the others. "We have to find her."
"What did he say?" asked Martin.
"He said that our time is running out."
"You get a location?" Danny asked Jack, who was hovering over the computer with Vivian.
"That call came from a payphone....just outside this building." Jack looked at the others in shock, for a few minutes at least he had been right under their noses.
"Damnit." swore Danny. "This whole thing is just a fucking game to him." The others looked at him shocked, Danny never swore. But then again, they all felt like swearing about this situation.
"We've got to get out there, see if anyone saw him. See if they can figure out where he was going or anything." said Vivian. She grabbed a couple of copies of the photo they had of him from the last case, and headed out to the street below followed by the others.
