Sam hung up her phone in her office and began to cry. It took a lot to make her cry. Usually it was Jack that caused her tears, today it was her daughter Chloe, or rather Chloe's pediatrician. For the past couple of weeks Chloe hadn't wanted to eat and slept all the time. Initally Sam assumed her daughter was faking, that it was nerves or stress from having to be taken to school by FBI agents, but the doctor just told her otherwise. Chloe had leukemia and it was critical that she begin treatment right away. It was advanced enough that chemo may help for a little bit, but the doctor said bone marrow would be the only way Chloe had any real chance of survival.

"Oh God please!" Samantha sobbed.

Never in her life had she felt more scared or alone. However, unbeknowst to Sam, Jack had hacked back into the VCTF and was watching her breakdown. In his lair, Jack grabbed a vase of roses and threw it. He couldn't bear for his Samantha to suffer. Calming he realized there was a way he could help his Samantha, but she wasn't going to like it. This was one card Jack hadn't wanted to play, but now there would be no choice and his Sam would come to him on his terms. A smile began to play on his thin sensual lips as he began typing madly on his keyboard.

Sam forced herself to stop crying and squared her shoulders. She could do this, she could be strong for her daughter, but being strong was so hard today. Dabbing her tears and taking a moment to fix her makeup, Sam rose from her desk and walked out into the command center.

"Bailey, I need to speak to you."

"We can talk in my office," Bailey responded.

Entering the office, Sam sat down and then stood up and started pacing.

"Bail, I need sometime off."

"Sure Sam, after this case I can-"

"No! Now!" she replied sharply and then softly added, "I need the time now."

Coming around from his desk, he lightly put an arm on her shoulder, "What's wrong? Has Jack?"

"No," Samantha laughed bitterly. "For once something isn't about Jack. It's Chloe, she- she has leukemia and I need to be with my baby."

"Oh God Sam, of course anything you need, day or night."

"Thanks Bailey," she forced a smile and blinked back crystal tears in her eyes.

" Is there anything I can do?"

"Just clear a couple weeks for me and pray to God I'm a match for her."

"I'll stop by in the next day or so to see how you're doing."

When she arrived home, Samantha gave her daughter a tight hug and held on as if she could hold onto her life's essence. Chloe, just giggled and wanted to show her mother the drawing she'd made earlier. She was so happy and innocent, Sam just couldn't tell her yet. Let her daughter have even one or two more days of peace before she had to face the disease. Besides, she had to figure out how to tell her daughter she may not see age nine. For now she would keep it to herself and tell Angel after Chlo was asleep.

Jack sat at his monitor and read through Chloe's medical reports. Quickly he raced through her blood cell counts and lingered at her blood type. As he suspected, this would be something only he could fix and he would at any cost. He flicked his attention momentarily to another monitor where Sam's bedroom was onscreen and she was drying tears from her eyes again before going out to the living room and proposing pizza and a movie to her daugter.

"Perfect as always my darling Sam," Jack nodded at the screen and spoke to it. "Take our girl out and distract her. Just leave everything to Jack."

He stood up and walked to his phonograph and began flipping through his records. Grabbing one and placing it on the turntable strains of "Someone To Watch Over Me" filled his lair. Jack went back to his computer singing softly along with the words altered to fit his watching over his Samantha.

Grabbing a cigarette, he started to light it and then stopped, "Damn. Going to have give these up."

Picking up a cheeto instead, Jack licked it suggestively looking at a picture of Samantha beside his computer, " But for anything."

Going back to work on his computer, Jack paused again. He'd wolfed down three cheetos in rapid succession and was reaching for a fourth. At this rate he was going to have to double his ab crunches or he wouldn't need false padding. Pushing away from his computer he decided maybe he needed to go out.

Pulling on a black leather trenchcoat and gloves, "Better get some nicotine patches. Maybe I'll stop and have dinner with my girls."

Heading to the door, he stopped and picked up his bag, " Maybe after dinner I can get a little exercise. No signing my work tonight, Sam dear I know you aren't up for our game."