A/N: Sorry this took so long again, this story answers some questions so maybe that will make up for it.

Danny sat down at his desk and stared at the high pile of paperwork. He sighed.

"How's Sam doing?" Vivian asked as she walked past Danny's desk.

"She's dozing off on the couch," Danny replied.

"Ok. Where's the other two?" Vivian asked as she removed her coat and sat down.

"Martin and Jack went to see Officer Raymond Ornsby. He was one of the cops in the bank at the time of the robbery. Where did you go? You took ages to get back."

Vivian rubbed her eyes and sighed.

"I'm fine ok."

Martin and Jack made their way up the long stone path to Officer Ornsby's residence.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Jack breathed out.

"Excuse me?"

"With Samantha, I hope you know what you're doing," Jack repeated.

Martin scoffed.

"Wow Jack, that's rich coming from you."

Jack was about to snap back but calmed himself. He knocked on the front door.

"I know I hurt her," Jack replied, "All I'm saying is that work and pleasure are two completely different things. I don't want our team to suffer because of what's going on between you two. Keep it at a professional level at work."

"If you can do it I can do it," Martin replied coldly.

He knocked on the door a second time.

"And another thing," Jack continued, "Don't you dare for one second think that you can talk to me like that. This thing between you two doesn't change the fact that I'm your boss and you are-"

The door swung open.

"Hello?" A grey haired man stepped forward.

"Officer Ornsby?" Jack said flashing his badge, "We've with the FBI, agents Malone and Fitzgerald. We were wondering if we could speak to you about the 1985 bank shooting you were involved in."

"It's retired Officer," The man answered, stepping aside, "Come in."

"So tell us about the shooting," Jack said as he sat down while Martin stood.

"I was doing a routine check on the bank, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. All of a sudden, these three masked men, at least two of them were men, burst in pointing guns everywhere and ordering to open the safes."

"You think one was female?" Martin asked.

"Yeah. She didn't speak, and she was wearing a baggy jacket, but I could tell by the legs."

"Go on," Jack encouraged.

"I had no hope of bringing down the three by myself, I had no choice but to cooperate. One guy, I think he was the ringleader, he went with the teller to collect the money. The other two kept the crowd under control."

"Mr. Ornsby?" Jack asked, "Can you tell us about the woman who got shot?"

"Ahhh, such a shame. The poor thing was with her baby. She was begging it to stop crying."

FLASH BACK

Everyonewas down on the ground, the alarm bell was still ringing.

"Turn the damn thing off," the man beside Sam ordered.

The bell was stopped but there was a baby still crying.

"Shhhh, Cameron, please hush Sweetie," the mother whispered to her baby.

"Get that thing to shut up," the man ordered, pointing a gun in the woman's direction.

"I'm sorry," She cried, "She's just scared."

"I said shut her up!"

The man looked towards Sam. "Go ahead."

Sam, who was pointing a gun at Officer Ornsby, looked at the man and shook her head.

"Shoot her!" he ordered.

"No, please no!" The woman cried.

The man aimed at the woman's head and shot her. There were screams and cries across the room.

Sam's hands started to shake. She stepped forward towards the baby.

"Stop right there," the man said, pointing his gun at Sam. She froze.

Rick returned with a duffel bag full of cash.

"C'mon guys we gotta go," he said, running for the door.

As they escaped, Rick shot multiple shoots at the ceiling, scaring everyone.

END FLASH BACK

When Martin and Jack returned to the office, Martin headed straight towards Sam in the other room. Jack watched him intently.

"So?" Danny asked.

"Sam wasn't the one who shot the woman," Jack informed, "It was Rick's partner."

"That's great news," Vivian replied.

"Did you guys come up with anything?" Jack asked.

"Well," Danny informed, "When forensics came in after Rick was holding everyone hostage, they collected a hair that they thought to be Ricks. They matched the DNA to a 1984 unsolved rape/murder case."

"Oh great," Jack muttered, "This just keeps getting better and better."

"So I didn't shoot her" Sam asked.

"No sweetie," Martin said brushing her hair out of her face, "You didn't."

"Martin, I shot someone, I know I did. If it wasn't her then-"

"Sam, Martin," Danny breathed as he ran in, "A package just came for you two."

Martin and Sam exchanged glances.

"Package?" Martin asked.

"It might be a bomb. Should we evacuate?" Sam asked.

"No," Danny answered, "It's worse than a bomb."

"Oh my God!" Sam exclaimed as she saw the opened boxes in front of her.

"T-tombstones," Martin mumbled, "This guy is sick."

"Ok guys," Jack announced, "According to the, uh, tombstones, you two are suppose to die in three days."

"Gee Jack, thanks for putting it so bluntly," Sam growled.

"Uh, what I meant to say was, in 3 days time Rick is gonna make his next move."

Jacks cell phone rang.

"Malone."

The team watched intently.

"Really?"

"Are you sure?"

"Thanks guys."

Jack hung up. "We've got a lead."

A/N: OMG, this story is so hard to keep up with. Ok, so. Sam shot someone, but it wasn't the woman in the bank, so who was it? What will Rick's next plan of attack be? What did Jack just find out? What's upVivian's ass?

Rick was involved in a rape/murder 1 year before the robbery, this theme will be extremely important in future chapters. Could this story get anymore complicated? PLZ tell me what you think, thanks.