A/N: please review!!

I'll continue this story so it covers at least some of Sam's recovery too.

36 hours missing.

Samantha groaned when she woke up again, wanting to stay asleep until the pain was gone. Her eyes filled with tears when she realised that she was getting weaker, and she was finding it harder to stay conscious. He hadn't seemed to want to kill her yet, he had given her some juice- trying to keep her from fainting from blood loss. However the only reason he seemed to want her conscious was that he enjoyed her cries of pain, as he had told her many times.

Ken approached her from where he had been standing waiting for her to wake up. He knelt down in front of her, holding the knife again. She watched him in fear. But he reached down and cut the rope that was tying her legs to the chair. She looked at him with cautious surprise, wondering what he was playing at. He also cut the rope that was tying her arms to the chair. Samantha was filled with hope, and gazed at him questioningly. He chuckled, and her sense of hope collapsed. He managed to get her onto the floor, and half dragged, half carried (her knee had been dislocated from where he had hit her with the piece of piping or so she guessed) her to the other side of the room. He leant her against the wall, tying her hands to a pipe on the wall. She sighed, she had foolishly thought that he would let her go.

"I talked to your friend Agent Taylor." he said suddenly, breaking the silence. "I may have to leave them a clue to where you are, they aren't so good are they?"

"We managed to find you the first time." she croaked, her throat dry. "Why do you want them to find me so badly, it means you getting caught."

"You didn't catch me the first time." he mocked. "And I don't want to miss their faces when they find you and realise that they are too late to save you."

Samantha felt like someone had just poured ice over her, she had known that he wanted to kill her but he hadn't mentioned it until now and to hear him say it like that.....it sent a chill over her. Please find me, she prayed again. She didn't want to die.

45 hours missing.

It had been almost 2 days now, and the team were working late into the night. The phone call putting into perspective how much they had to find her before it was too late. Hardly any of the people on the street had noticed him, the hotdog vendor had. He had said that when he was on the phone he had been staring up at the FBI building the whole time. But he hadn't noticed where he'd gone after making the phone call. There wasn't really much they could do except hope that he would ring again.

54 hours missing.

Samantha cried out in pain as she felt Ken's foot come in contact with her painful ribs. He smirked, he sat down next to her looking into her bruised and bloody face. Not saying anything, just staring at her intensely. She shuddered, she had a bad feeling about this day?....or whenever it was. She had completely lost track of time, she couldn't even begin to figure out how long she had been here, it just felt like one long never ending (incredibly painful) day. He pulled out his penknife and flicked it open, Samantha's eyes following the knife in fear.

She let out a scream as she felt the knife cutting into her. He slashed her side, knowing what to do so it wouldn't cause her to bleed out but it would cause plenty of pain. He smiled maliciously.

Kissing her on the cheek he said "I'll be back soon."

56 hours missing.

A couple hours later at the office, the team were running the phone and credit checks on Ken Jones again, hoping that they could find something.

"Hey guys." called Martin excitedly. "He used his credit card just....about an hour ago. Just finding the particulars." Then he paled, not just slightly but from normal to white as snow in about 2 seconds. "He bought a gun."

Martin's simple statement sent a wave of fear and panic through the others.

"Martin, you and I will go see the store. Viv and Danny hold tight." Jack and Martin rushed off quickly.

Left in the office Vivian and Danny exchanged tense looks. Danny sighed.

"Do you think we're too late?" he asked softly.

Vivian looked at him sharply, "Don't think that Danny. We can't be."

Danny's eyes filled with tears, "What if we are Vivian? It's just like her dream. We can't ignore that we might be..."

"We have to still have hope that we'll find her in time." Vivian said, squeezing Danny's shoulder comfortingly. She kept a brave face on for him, but inside she couldn't help wondering if they were too late. God, she hoped not.

About 20 minutes later the phone rang, and Danny answered hoping it would be Jack with something positive to report.

"Agent Taylor." he said.

"Number 16, 56th and Jersey." Then there was a click as the person hung up.

He quickly wrote down what he had said, recognising the voice as Ken Jones.

"Viv, we got it." said Danny. "Call Jack, we need to get a team over to this address." He waved the piece of paper at Vivian. Danny smiled hopefully for the first time in a long while.

"You sure it was him?"

Danny nodded.

"You know this is probably some kind of trap or something?" she asked.

Danny nodded. "But this is all we have to help us get Sam we have to."

Vivian sighed. "I'll call Jack."