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58 hours missing.
Ken Jones looked admiringly at his newly purchased gun. Samantha lay on the floor, hardly registering what was going on around her. Ken heard the noise of several cars coming to a stop outside, and looked out of the small window.
"Shit. I didn't know they'd get here so soon." he swore angrily. Going over to the fire escape in one of the other rooms he carefully opened it, judging his escape route. He left the door open and walk ed back to Samantha and knelt on the floor. He slapped her, trying to get her to focus on him.
"Hey." he said grabbing her face so her eyes were level with his. "Looks like they found you."
Samantha's eyes widened slightly, his words penetrating the fog in her head.
He got up and walked towards the door, pausing he turned round "I did have other plans, but I guess this will do...." He smoothly pulled out the gun, aimed it at Samantha and pulled the trigger. Samantha screamed as she felt the bullet tear through her shoulder.
On the ground floor of the derelict 3 storey apartment building, Danny and the others stopped still as they heard the gunshot. Swallowing hard, Danny pushed himself faster up the stairs, praying that they would be in time.
Ken made it out and down the fire escape not knowing that Jack had ordered the other agents to secure the whole building.
"You, drop the gun!" called one of the Agents whe was on the ground, looking up a few floors at the figure of Ken on the stairs.
Ken looked down in shock to see several agents with their guns trained on him. Taking his chances he fired a few shots, then carried on running down as they ducked the shots.
"I said, drop the gun!" one yelled again. Ken stopped and aimed his gun at him, before he could pull the trigger he was hit by one of the other agents. Dropping his gun, he toppled off the stairs and fell onto the ground, where he lay still. He was immediatly surrounded.
The team rushed up to the third floor of the building, where they had heard the shot from. There were four doors, one led to the apartment that held their friend and colleague.
Vivian, Danny, Martin and Jack each opened the door of one of the apartments.
Jack looked inside, not seeing anything he ventured further in. He saw some clothes, and half eaten containers of Chinese take-out. Knowing instinctively that this was the room he called the others in even before he saw the blonde hair, the blood and her still figure lying on the floor.
Danny came as soon as Jack called, and pushed past him rushing over to Sam. He recoiled in horror as he saw the massive amount of blood on the floor, the bullet hole in her shoulder and the other cuts and bruises.
"We need to get her to hospital." his voice cracked. He checked for a pulse, and found a very faint, very weak one. "There's a pulse." he added.
"Thank God." breathed Vivian.
Jack knelt by her head and untied the ropes holding her hands there, her arms then fell limply by her side.
Martin looked in shock, not having expected a sight like this...she looked so-- broken. Her face was marbled with bruises of black and blue. There was blood streaked across her face, and staining the light blue of her shirt on her stomach. Not to mention the blood that was still flowing fast out of the wound in her shoulder.
He felt his stomach churn, and turned away looking at Vivian. She was gazing transfixed at Sam, a tear rolling down her face.
Danny carefully scooped her up trying not to cause any more harm to her already horrific injuries, carrying her down to the waiting ambulance. Her body laying limp and still in his arms.
The others followed him, somberly. Jack taking a moment and looked at the pool of blood on the floor. He thanked God that they hadn't been any later.
Danny laid her carefully on the stretcher, the paramedics taking over doing what they could to make sure she got to the hospital okay.
"I'm going over to the hospital." said Danny.
"I'll come with you." said Martin.
"We just need to sort out a few things here." said Vivian, looking after Jack who had gone to see the other agents about Ken.
Danny made it over to the car, but stumbled against the side vomiting into the gutter. Feeling his hands shaking he looked at them and started in shock, not realising until now that they were covered in Samantha's blood.
"I'm driving." said Martin, taking the keys off Danny. Danny got into the passenger side without protest. Martin handed Danny a tissue and he frantically tried to get the blood off his hands.
"You can clean up when we get to the hospital." said Martin, driving off after the ambulance.
"I gotta get this off." said Danny once they reached the hospital, still trying to get the blood off.
"Go to the restrooms and wash it off, I'll find out about Sam." ordered Martin, gently pushing Danny towards the bathrooms.
Danny ran his hands under the taps, squirting lots of soap on them. He rubbed them together frenziedly, scrubbing...anything to get rid of his best friends blood that was staining his hands.
Tears came to his eyes as he saw her broken body lying still on the ground flash through his mind. He took a deep breath, trying to regain himself. Focusing on the good things, like at least she was alive. That was about the only good point.
Sighing he left the bathrooms, heading over to where he saw Martin waiting.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"She's in surgery, the nurse said she'll probably be a while longer but there's a waiting room on the third floor."
"Okay." said Danny. As they walked through the corridors to the elevators he shivered. Man, he hated hospitals.
Danny and Martin sat anxiously in the hard chairs in the waiting room. Praying for some good news from the doctor soon.
"She'll be fine, you know." said Martin looking at Danny's worried expression.
Danny looked incredulously at Martin, "Even if she recovers from the injuries, she'll have to deal with the memories, and the psychological side. She may never truly recover Martin."
Martin sighed. "We have to make sure that she does." he decided. He couldn't imagine the thought of Samantha not being Samantha.
Danny leant back in the chair and closed his eyes, so glad that they had found her, the waiting and wondering from the past 2 and a bit days was finally over...in a way. They had found her now they just had to wait to see if she was alright.
"What happened to Ken Jones?" he asked suddenly, they had left as soon as Sam was in the ambulance and he had been too concerned about her to think about Jones.
Martin shrugged, not having noticed either. "Guess we'll have to wait until Jack and Viv get here."
Now it was Danny's turn to sigh, he glanced at his watch impatiently wondering when they would get here before submitting to his thoughts.
About 20 minutes later Vivian and Jack rushed over to them.
"Anything?" asked Vivian urgently.
The other 2 shook their heads sadly.
Vivian sighed, "Did they say anything?"
"The nurse said that she was in surgery and that she'd probably be there for a while. That was just over 20 minutes ago I guess...well that's how long we've been sitting here." Martin answered.
Vivian Jack exchanged concerned glances, "She's been in there a while." said Jack.
"What happened with Ken Jones?" asked Danny.
"He's dead." said Jack flatly.
"What happened?" asked Danny surprised, raising an eyebrow.
"They found him trying to climb down the fire escape. He fired at the agents who were on the ground, so they fired back in self defence and shot and killed him."
"Well that will give Sam some peace I guess." said Danny.
"Yeah." said Vivian smiling sadly.
She and Jack sat down and joined the others in waiting for news about their friend.
They had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity, but in truth it was just another hour and a half. Which was still an extremely long time, and they had just sat there growing more and more scared and worried when finally one of the surgeons came out. His whole posture and his face was weary. They looked at him solemnly, deep down each expecting the worst.
"You here for Samantha Spade?" he asked.
They nodded. "How is she?" asked Danny, his heart beating rapidly.
The surgeon sighed, and glanced between all of her friends.
