A/N: So I made a realisation, there is just not enough hours in the day. Damn you school!

"What's going on?" Sam asked, stifling a yawn. It was getting really late.

"The burned body," Jack answered, "Forensics confirmed it to be Rick's biological brother."

Sam gasped.

"I remember. I, I remember when I first met Rick I also met his brother."

"Did you go to Rick for money?" Vivian asked.

"I think so."

"Was it for drugs?" Danny asked. All eyes turned to him.

"You said it yourself Sam, you were messed up back then," Danny continued.

"Yeah I was. I partied every night, drank every night, slept with God knows how many different men, but I never did drugs," Sam snapped back angrily.

As soon as the words left her mouth Sam felt foolish. Did she really just label herself a whore in front of her boss and colleagues? Not to mention Martin.

Sam looked down to the ground as she felt her cheeks turn red.

"Look guys," Jack spoke up, "We're all stressed, but we have to channel our anger towards finding Rick before he finds us. Martin, Danny, I want you two to do a background check on the 1984 murder case, everything you can find."

Danny moaned. "Jack, it's 1am."

Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had to admit, he was tired as hell.

"Fine, go home guys, get some rest. We'll pick up where we left off in the morning."

"Wait," Martin said, "Is that such a good idea? We shouldn't be wasting any time, we should be-"

"Go home Martin," Jack interrupted, "We'll do better tomorrow with fresh eyes."

Martin silently agreed and grabbed his coat.

"Uh, will we be safe at your apartment?" Sam asked, approaching Martin's desk.

"Rick's not gonna do anything, not until Friday that is. We should be fine."

Sam nodded.

Sam awoke suddenly from a strange dream. Her face was wet with tears. She looked around, it was still dark. Her dream was sort of a nightmare. It was weird. It wasn't so much scary as confusing.

There was a strange man in her dream. His name was Sean Ezric. The name felt strong, familiar to Sam.

In the dream, Sam was pleading the man, begging him. She didn't know what for, but the man kept refusing her plea. Sam felt tears burn down her face as she begged him. "Please, help me," she cried. But the man just continued to shake his head. And then she had woken up.

Sam dried her face with the back of her hand and glanced over at Martin. He was sleeping peacefully, not restless like most nights. Sam shifted positions so she was facing Martin. She lightly traced around the wound on his arm with her finger.

"You don't know how much you mean to me," Sam whispered, "I never want this thing between us to end."

Sam silently laughed to herself. They words felt so right to say, so truthful, and yet she didn't have the guts to say it to his face. Sam yawned and rested her head back down on the pillow.

3 days. She had 3 days to stop Rick, and what's worse, Martin was also being threatened. It wasn't enough that she had gotten him shot, but his life was in danger as well.

Sam shut her eyes and pondered about just running away from it all.

"Maybe if I run away," she thought to herself, "then I could forget about all my problems and just be happy. Then Martin wouldn't have to worry about my problems and he'd be safe."

Sam opened her eyes and looked at Martin, smiling.

She'd never leave Martin.

Sam woke up to the faint sound of something smashing.

"Dammit," She heard Martin curse. Sam rubbed her eyes and climbed out of bed.

"Are you ok?" She asked Martin as he mopped up the coffee spill.

"Sorry if I woke you," he apologised, "butter fingers."

Sam gave him a smile. "It's ok."

Sam noticed that Martin had already showered and dressed.

"You sleep ok?" He asked, pouring Sam a cup of coffee.

"Great," she lied, "Is your arm getting any better?"

Martin shrugged as he handed Sam the mug. "Pain comes and goes."

"Maybe I should stay more often and look after you. There's only so many mugs a man can drop," She joked.

"Or Maybe you should just move in," Martin said, busy at the sink.

Sam bit her lip. She wanted to say something but she couldn't.

"Martin, uh-"

"Listen," Martin interrupted, "I'm gonna get an early start this morning, are you ok to stay here by yourself for a while?"

"Um, sure," Sam replied. Before she could say anything else Martin was out the door.

Martin arrived at the office, surprised to see Danny already at work.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep," Danny said as Martin took his coat off and sat down, "Where's Sam?"

"She's still at home," Martin replied.

"You guys have a fight?"

"No"

"Really?"

"Really. I'm just starting to realise that maybe Sam and I want different things."

"Like what?"

"Like, I want a relationship and she wants… I dunno."

"It was pretty clear what she wanted when you were in hospital."

Martin sighed.

"Anyone else here?" Martin asked, changing the subject.

"Nope," Danny replied, "Jack and Viv haven't come in yet."

3 HOURS LATER

Sam got off the elevator and saw Jack down the hall.

"Hey," She greeted, catching up to him.

"Hey," he replied, "How did you sleep?"

"Um, not too good actually. I had this really weird dream," Sam answered.

"What about?"

"I was with someone called, uh, Sean Ezric and-"

"Wait," Jack interrupted, "Did you just say Sean Ezric?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I've definitely read that name somewhere before."

A/N: DUM DUM DUM (freaky music). Reviewsanswers to all your questions. What do you think is going on?