A/N: Okay so here's chapter two, thank you so much for your wonderful reviews, they make my day. My apologies on the shorter chapter.
The phone rang four times, causing Samantha to worry, before he picked up.
"Hello?" The voice was sleepy, gruff and slightly annoyed. She couldn't help, but smile a little.
"Jack, it's Samantha." Her voice slightly quavered.
"Sam? What's going on?" She thought she could sense worry in his voice. It felt good to know that he cared.
"Um, well, look I…I'd rather not say over the phone, but um…let's just say I got in a little trouble and I need to get picked up." She didn't think it would be that hard to ask.
"What the hell? Where are you?" She could tell he was thoroughly confused.
"I'm at the hospital, St. Mary's."
"Jesus, Sam, what the hell happened?" She now could hear the definite concern in his voice.
"I can…I can tell you when you get here. Please, Jack, I'll explain everything when you get here." She was fighting back tears now and he could sense it because his next words were calm and soft.
"Okay, okay. I'll be there in ten minutes." His tone was soothing.
"Okay…thanks." She hung up and went to go wait for him.
Seven minutes later, Jack entered the Emergency Room, worry plaguing his face. Samantha spotted him and called out his name, making him see her and walk over.
"Hey." She said softly, getting out of the chair to meet him. He looked down at her wrapped wrist.
"Sam, what the hell happened?" He looked at her, concern clouding his eyes.
"Can we talk about it in the car? I have to get out of here." She started walking for the door and he followed. They walked to the car in silence and didn't speak until after they were both in it.
"So, we're at the car. Now you mind telling me what the hell happened to you arm?" Jack looked over at her, not even bothering to turn the car on. Samantha couldn't help it, she just started crying.
"I'm sorry." She managed to squeeze out the words.
"Hey, hey it's alright." Jack's voice was soft and soothing as he reached over his hand and rubbed her shoulder until she calmed down.
"God, I'msorry." She wiped tears from her eyes and shook her head.
"Don't be. Everyone loses it." Jack moved his hand from her shoulder and grasped her own hand, giving it a squeeze for support. "Now do you want to tell me, or not?"
"You drove out to get me; you deserve to know what happened."
"Not if you don't want to tell me." He looked reassuringly into her eyes.
"I do." She replied softly, before taking a deep breath. "I guess I was a little torn up about the case, it was hard, you know?" She looked over at him.
"Yeah, I know." He replied softly, giving he hand another soft squeeze.
"I got home and I just couldn't think straight. I really wanted a drink so I went to the bar near my place. There was this guy there, he was drunk, who made a pass at me, but I turned him down. He wouldn't accept my refusal, but the bartender forced him out." She could see Jack's jaw tighten, a sign of jealousy and protection. She appreciated both. "So I had my drink and left. Unfortunately, he was waiting for me outside. He tackled me to the ground. I tried to fight him, but he was strong. I…I don't know what would've happened if…if…the cops hadn't come…" She trailed off, tears freely flowing again. She hung her head and started to cry more. Jack reached over and pulled her close to him, placing her head on his shoulder and whispering soothing words to her. They remained like that for awhile, the closeness between them igniting welcome memories and radiating a familiar warmth and spark. Eventually, Samantha stopped crying, but kept her head cradled on Jack's shoulder, seeking his warmth and protection. With him, she felt safe.
"Jack," she whispered. "Thank you." He squeezed her closer to him before whispering a reply.
"I'm always here for you Sam, always." She pulled away slightly so she could look into his eyes, his beautiful eyes.
"I know." Her words remained a whisper. He reached up a hand and brushed a few stray tears from her cheek.
"Come on, I'll take you home."
TBC...