A/N: Sorry it's taken a while guys! Well hope its worth the wait.

Disclaimer: Still don't own it. Damn.

"Morning Sam." said Danny coming into her room early the next morning. He looked surprised to see her awake already. "Did you get much sleep?"

She shrugged. "A little I guess, I woke up a few hours ago and couldn't get back to sleep."

"Do you remember anything else?"

"Flashes of things." She shuddered, remembering her thoughts from the past night. She remembered seeing his face, and his twisted grin. She couldn't remember much detail, she remembered pain, lots of pain. Danny smiled sadly seeing the flickers of emotions coming over her face.

He sat down next to her, "Anything you want to talk about?"

She shook her head, "It's ok. Better if I try and remember." she sighed. "Do you know when I can leave here?"

Danny grinned inwardly, trust that to be one of the first things Samantha asked, "You'll have to stay a bit longer, you till have some healing to do. The doctor also said you'll need some physiotherapy for your knee. The docotr also suggested counselling or something, maybe go back to Doctor Harris?

"Maybe, she might be able to help me remember I guess." She nodded. "How's everyone else?"

"They're fine, worried about you."

Samantha smiled.

"I'm so glad you're alright." he said smiling sadly. "I don't know what I would have done if..."

Samantha grasped his hand tightly. "It's okay." she said "I'm going to be fine."

"I was so scared." Danny murmured.

"So was I." They shared a small smile, not needing words to convey what they were thinking. They knew how much they meant to each other.

Danny stayed for a while longer, just staying trying to comfort Sam however he could.

"Morning." smiled Vivian when Danny got to the office. Everyone had been a lot happier since Sam woke up. "You seen Samantha this morning?"

Danny nodded.

"How's she doing?" asked Vivian, Martin and Jack looked up interested.

"She's okay. Wanted to know when she could leave."

The others grinned. "Of course." said Martin.

"Has she remembered anymore?" asked Jack.

Danny sighed, "Yeah. She said she remembered flashes of things, but she didn't want to talk about it."

Vivian nodded. "I'll go see her later, but apart from that she was alright?"

Danny shrugged, "Yeah she seemed okay, but you know Sam- she always hides what she's feeling."

"You think she'd hate it if we suggested she goes to see Doctor Harris?" asked Martin.

"I told her that she could." said Danny. "She didn't seem too happy about it, but she said it could help her remember."

"It may not be such a bad idea for her to see the therapist." said Jack. "When she does remember, it's going to be hard for her to deal with."

The others nodded solemnly.

"Right." said Jack after a pause. "Van Doren wanted to see all of us sometime this morning."

"Why?" asked Danny curiously, to him that didn't sound good.

Jack shrugged. "She just wanted to talk to us about what happened I think."

"Okay." Vivian nodded. "She coming here?"

"Yeah." replied Jack.

Martin yawned. "I'm going to grab some coffee before she comes, you guys want some?"

"Sure." replied Danny, both Vivian and Jack declined.

Samantha lay in bed dozing fitfully, she had woken up suddenly after a peaceful hours sleep (helped by an increase in pain medicine) due to a nightmare. She was constantly disturbed by flashes of what had happened, she seemed to be remembering more. Everything that had happened seemed to be locked away in her head, she knew it was there but she couldn't get to it, it was so frustrating. Sighing, she closed her eyese and willed sleep to come. A few minutes later an extremely vivid flash came to her, she could remember exactly what it felt to be in that room. She smelt the smells, heard all the sounds, and felt the blood trickling down her face and the sharp, sudden, immense pain exploding through her shoulder as the bullet cut through her flesh. Her shrill scream sounded through the room and into the corridor, grabbing the attention of several nurses and doctors.

"Taylor." said Danny picking up the ringing phone, they had just finished talking to Van Doren. She had just wanted to see how they were dealing with what had happened, and if they were coping being one agent short.

"Is this Agent Danny Taylor?" said a vaguely familiar female voice.

"Yes. Who is this please?"

"This is Dr. Stevens, Samantha's doctor."

"Is something wrong with Sam?" he asked urgently, attracting the others attention. Vivian looked at him worriedly, praying that nothing else could go wrong.

The doctor sighed. "We think she remembered something, several doctors and nurses heard a scream coming from her room. They went in and called me. She seemed to be dreaming, we managed to wake her up but she wouldn't calm down, so we had to sedate her."

Danny sighed. "She's ok now though?"

"She's still sedated, but it would be best if someone could come down to be with her when she wakes up."

"Of course, I'll leave right away." he said hanging up the phone.

"What happened?" asked Martin.

"The doctor thinks Sam remembered somethings. But they had to sedate her, because she wouldn't calm down, they need someone there when she wakes up."

"Okay." Jack nodded.

"Call when you know anything." added Vivian.

"I will." said Danny before running out the building and jumping into his car.

Martin and Vivian looked at each other concerned. How much more did Samantha have to go through, Vivian wondered.

Danny reached the hospital, and ran up to Samantha's room. He had just reached the door when Sam's doctor came up to him.

"Hey, is she okay?" he asked.

The doctor nodded. "We think so, she hasn't woken up yet though."

"Can I go and sit with her?"

"Of course." the doctor nodded.

"How long do you think it will be before she wakes up?"

The doctor glanced at her watch. "The sedative wasn't very strong, so I should say any minute now."

"Thanks." he said gently pushing open the door, and making his way over to Samantha's bedside. "Hey." he whispered, he looked at her sadly- wondering what had happened, and how much she had remembered. He sighed, settling down on the chair and grabbing the newspaper.

He had been reading for a few moments when he heard a murmuring coming from Samantha.

"Sam?" he said hoping to wake her up. Her murmuring increased, and Danny could see tears leaking out from under her eyelids. "Sam." he said again sharply. "Wake up sweetie."

She kept her eyes tightly shut, and he could see the emotions flitting across her face- whatever she was dreaming about wasn't pleasant.

"Sam!"

Her eyes snapped open at his last shout, and she woke breathing in great gasps of air.

"Hey Sam. You okay?" Danny asked reaching out to her.

She flinched away, shaking slightly.

He frowned. "It's me Sam, it's okay. I won't hurt you." She looked up and Danny almost gasped in shock seeing the pain, fear and slight lost confusion in her eyes. "Sam?" he whispered gently.

"Danny?" she whispered back, seemingly coming out of a trance.

He reached out for her hand, slowly and carefully not trying to scare her or anything. His heart ached when he felt her flinch again, but she didn't pull away. "It's okay. I got you." he whispered again.

Samantha sat still and allowed him to hold her hand, while silent tears poured down her face.

"Do you remember?" he asked after a few moments.

She nodded slowly, the lost confused look still on her face. "I remember everything."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head, feeling sick to her stomach just remembering his cruel taunts, and the overwhelming pain.

"Look you need to rest, I'll call the others let them know you're awake, and why don't you try and get some sleep."

She shook her head violently, wincing when her pounding headache made itself known. "I don't want to sleep."

"Ok." Danny hesitated. "I'll get you some water, and I'll call the others. I'll be right back I promise."

She nodded.

Danny came back a few minutes later, holding a glass of water which he handed to Samantha. "Here you go. I called the others, and they said they'll come and visit later."

"Thanks Danny." replied Samantha after gulping down the water.

He sat back down next to her bed, putting the glass on the side table.

"Does it still hurt a lot?" he asked seeing Sam give a small wince as she tried to get comfortable. "Here I'll do it." He rearranged her pillows for her so she was able to sit up more comfortably.

"It comes and goes." she said. "The medication helps, but it makes me tired."

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?" he said suddenly.

The closed look came over her face again. "I'm sure." she said determinedly.

"Well if you do want to..."

"I know." she smiled, squeezing his hand gently.

"Do you need anything?" he asked after a pause, he noticed Samantha getting more and more drowsy- probably from the morphine.

She shook her head, letting her eyes fall shut.

"I should head back to the office-" began Danny.

"Please." said Samantha reaching out to grab his hand suddenly. "Don't go." Her eyes had shot open and they looked scared.

"He can't hurt you anymore." Danny said softly.

"I know...can you stay until I fall asleep?"

"Sure." he replied. "I'll be back later ok? I'll ask the others too."

"Thanks." she breathed quietly, already drifting off to sleep.

Danny waited until she was fast asleep before leaving to go to the office.

"So is she okay now?" asked Vivian as soon as Danny had explained what had happened.

Danny shrugged. "I don't know. Honestly, I don't think she's doing that great. I tried to hold her hand, but she flinched away- she seemed to be having a nightmare too."

"God, poor her." sighed Martin.

Jack smiled grimly. "You think we'll have to get her to talk to Dr. Harris?"

"Probably." replied Danny.

"You'll think she'll agree to it?" asked Vivian, remembering how reluctant she was to go and see Lisa Harris after she was shot.

"Who knows." sighed Danny. "I told her we would go back and see her later today."

"Okay." nodded Jack. "Oh, did the doctor say how long she has to stay? I need to talk to Van Doren about arranging some paid leave."

"No, she didn't say. You can talk to her when we go back later." Danny answered, slightly miffed that Jack didn't seem overly concerned with Samantha's health. He had known about Sam and Jack, and had one time convinced Sam to tell him. He didn't know why Jack didn't seem to be showing any feelings, maybe it was his way of dealing...but still. He sighed inwardly- shrugging it off. Jack was quite a private person.

Jack nodded, "Okay guys. I'm going to head back to the office, let me know when we're going to see Sam."

Vivian nodded. "Sure."

Danny headed over to his desk, and slumped down on the chair. The past few days had taken a lot out of him. He was so glad Sam was awake, and he just hoped her recovery would be relatively easy- and he would be there every step of the way.

There was just over a week until Christmas and he hoped Sam would be out of hospital by then. It wouldn't be Christmas without her, they had spent it together for so many years. Sighing, he switched on his computer, eager to finish the paper work and go back to see Samantha.

Vivian looked over at him concerned, she was worried about him. She knew he hadn't been getting a lot of rest, as he had been worried about Samantha. Hopefully now that Sam was recovering, Danny would be able to stop worrying and take care of himself.