A/N: Thank you for the great reviews. Sgt. Maritza Cruz, I'm glad, and GreggoAddict, thanks for the suggestion, you actually just gave me a really good idea :) Thanx everyone.

Disclaimer: I'm kind of 'borrowing' 1 tiny idea from Alias in this chapter.

Martin ran into the office breathlessly early the next morning.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

"She's not at her apartment, we can't find here anywhere, we've been searching all morning," Danny answered from behind his desk.

"Well how long has she been missing for?" Martin asked frantically.

"Couple of hours."

"And you only decided to ring me now?"

Jack approached. "That's not important now, we have to focus on finding Samantha."

Martin let out a deep breath. "So… what do we know?".

"Sam and I were at Starlette Bar, I left her for a minute, and then when I came back she was gone. I asked the bartender if he remembered anything and he told me that just before Sam left she was watching something, or someone, near the door, then she just got up and left in a hurry," Danny explained. "He said she must've seen someone she knew."

"Rick," Martin muttered.

Danny ran his fingers through his hair. "What now Jack?"

"We've got nothing to go on. All we can do is wait and hope."

"Damn it," Martin cursed, slamming his fist on the table. "We should've known something like this would happen!"

"You're right," Jack agreed. "We shouldn't have left her alone, not even for a second. We knew that Rick was planning something for today."

"Sorry guys," Danny apologised, feeling guilty for what had happened to Sam. "I should've been more careful.

Martin sighed.

"It's not your fault, it's mine," Martin said, sitting down in his chair. "I should've handled things better yesterday and not storm off. She was my responsibility."

Danny nodded.

"Should've this, should've that, pining over what we did or didn't do isn't gonna bring Samantha back," Jack directed. "We have to stay calm and rational, for her sake."

Jack cleared his throat and made his way to his office, thinking about what Martin had just said. Since when had he been in charge of Sam's safety?

Jack sat down at his desk and rubbed his chin. He had known Sam longer than Martin, he probably knew her better too. So why would-?

"Jack," Martin called from the other room, causing Jack to jump, "We got something."

"What?" Jack asked, approaching Martin and Danny.

"Rick sent us a package," Danny informed, holding up a big brown envelope. "It was scanned, it's not a bomb."

Danny opened it and pulled out a video labelled 'Answers'. They all filled into Jack's office and stood in front of the TV. Martin put the tape in and pressed play.

For the first couple of seconds the screen was black, and then an image appeared. Sam was gagged and bound to a chair in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Rick stood behind her.

"Hello, my little FBI friends," He spoke. "Did you loose something? Or someone?"

Rick caressed Sam's cheek, causing her to jerk her head away quickly.

"It seems like I've spent forever waiting up to this day, and now, we're finally here. But what led us up to this day you may ask? Well, let's take a trip down memory lane shall we?"

Rick pulled a chair from the side and sat down.

"One night, about, oh, ten years ago, I was out clubbing, and this absolutely gorgeous brunette approaches me. I asked her what her name was, and shesaid to meall sweet and innocently 'I'm Jessica'. She we started dancing for a while, but I could tell she was up for something more… fun."

Rick smiled wickedly.

"We went out to the alley, and then all of a sudden she starts freaking out. Screaming, yelling, she just wouldn't shut up. But then again, that just made it more fun. If she just calmed down, I would've let her go…maybe. But she was just screaming and yelling about how she was gonna report me and send me to jail, well, I had no other choice but to kill her."

All three men watched the TV intently.

"Did he just admit to murdering Jessica?" Danny asked.

Jack nodded.

"So anyway," Rick continued, "I high tail it out of there, live the next year of my life as if nothing ever happened, earning a little cash here, a little cash there, I totally forgot about that girl. One day, when me and my brother were hanging out in some alley, this saucy blonde approaches us." Rick gestures to Sam.

"Now at the time, I had no idea she had ulterior motives, no idea she had spent the last year tracking me down and planning my demise. I just thought she wanted to earn some cash. Quite the manipulator, eh Blondie?" Sam wriggled in the ropes, trying to set herself free but failing.

Martin watched the video, feeling more helpless than he had ever felt before. He could feel his fists clenching.

"So we do the robbery, it goes a little edgy, and we leave. We stop driving somewhere in the middle of nowhere and get out to...chat. And then all of a sudden out of no where, Sam pulls her gun out on me. I asked what was going on, and she explained who she was and why she was there, in her little shaky, scared voice. Now, I had forgot to mention tomy brotherabout the whole killing thing. Our mother was dying of cancer, and our father killed her to put her out of her misery. Ever since,he had been a bit touchy on murder."

Rick cleared his throat and stood, stretching his legs.

"So anyway, I got my brother going off at me, and Blondie pointing a gun at me. She was yelling something about closure and that it was for Jess or whatever, I wasn't really listening., but she pulled the trigger."

Rick laughed and turned to Sam. "You should have seen the look on your face when you realised it wasn't loaded." He shook his head.

"Sammie, Sammie, Sammie, you should've known I wouldn't trust you with a loaded gun."

Rick turned back to the camera. "So I took out my gun, a loaded gun, and shot my brother. He was just slowing me down anyway. After I shot him, and set his body on fire, Sam freaked. I knocked her out, took her into the van and drove away. I gave her a couple of pills and dumped her on the streets. And that was that, well that's what she thought anyway. I warned her that we would meet again. No one betrays me and gets away with it."

"So I'm guessing your wondering why now? Why after 10 years? Well I've been very busy these past 10 years. I sorta got myself into a little trouble with the law, just a minor, nothing serious. I wasn't in there for long though, you see I've got many reliable connections. They helped me out, wiped my record clean, even erased any history of Rick Laupe. It was as if my identity had disappeared, without a trace. Has anyone noticed today is Friday 13th, just one of those little details."

Martin looked at Danny worriedly.

"Oh, and uh, don't worry about trying to locate this warehouse, we're long gone by now. Actually we will be meeting very soon, I'm practically just around the corner. Can't say the same for Blondie though, she's far away from here."

The tape ended.

Sam woke up suddenly. Everything was dark, and she could feel she was in a small enclosed space. In a small box, a box that smelled strongly of decay.

Rick looked up at the big FBI building and smiled. He swallowed a tablet and synchronised his watch. He took one last look at the early morning sky before approaching then building.

A/N: So, what do you think Rick's plan is? I've got it all planned out in my head. Why do you think he's giving himself up? And what do you think will happen to Sam?