A/N: I don't know how realistic or unrealistic thismay seem because I live in Australia so if some bit's are totally wrong, just go with it. This is the second to last chapter, thanks for reviewing.

The building rumbled, followed by the fire alarm going off.

"What the hell was that?" Martin asked Jack.

"It felt like an explosion downstairs. Danny's down there!" Jack exclaimed.

Martin and Jack ran towards the elevators but were stopped by security.

"The buildings evacuating. Go through the emergency exit using the stairs."

"Are paramedics on the way?" Jack asked.

The Security guard nodded.

"C'mon Martin," Jack said heading towards the stairs.

"What about Danny?" Martin asked.

"Danny's gonna be fine."

Martin and Jack waited outside as Paramedics and a few fire fighters rushed in.

"It was only a small explosion," Jack stated. "From the outside it doesn't look like it did any serious damage."

Danny was wheeled out of the building on a gurney. He didn't look like he was burnt too badly, considering a bomb blew up in front of him.

"Danny!" Martin rushed to his side. "You ok man?"

Danny grimaced. "If by ok you mean sore all over, then yes I'm ok."

"What happened?" Jack asked.

"H-he just blew up. One minute he was talking and then… bang, parts of his body went flying everywhere."

Danny was wheeled into the ambulance and driven away.

"Dammit," Martin yelled. "That's why Rick wanted me to be alone with him, that bomb was meant for me."

"At least Rick is gone for good."

"But what about Samantha?" Martin asked. "We still don't know where she is or even whether she's alive or not."

"Rick hasn't killed her," Jack answered.

"But she said he was close to death," Martin said, loosing his patience. "And that she's running out of oxygen."

"So what, you think she's under water somewhere?" Jack asked Martin. "In a sinking boat? In a-"

"What if he buried?" Martin said slowly.

Jack's face fell. "You mean buried alive? Like in a park or something"

"Or a Cemetery," Martin added.

"You think he buried her in a cemetery?"

"Think about it Jack. It makes perfect sense. She's close to death and she's running out of oxygen."

"Dammit," Jack mumbled. "There's dozens of cemetery's in New York. There's not enough time to check them all, how do we know which one?"

"Choose the closest ones first. Ask any personnel if they've seen Sam or Rick around-"

"Even so, we don't have enough time to dig up every single grave."

"It's our only hope to find her. We have to try!"

One Hour Later

Martin and Jack walked into the small building situated next to the Belkin Cemetery.

"This is the third one we've checked," Martin concluded, "Cops checked out 4 others as well, this isn't looking so good."

Jack sighed. "This cemetery is huge."

"Excuse me," Jack said to a very young looking man behind the desk.

"Belkin Cemetery Services how can we help you?" The man replied.

"Agents Malone and Fitzgerald. Could you help us out?"

"Sure"

"We were wondering if you've seen any of these two people lately," Jack said, holding up a picture of Sam, and then another one of Rick which had been pulled off of the security tape.

The man rubbed his chin. "I haven't seen the girl around but I think that guy works nightshift here, digging up fresh graves and stuff like that. He hasn't been working here very long though."

"Was he on shift last night?" Martin asked.

"I'll check the log book." "Hmm, yes, it says he started work at 12:30 last night and finished 9 this morning."

"Were any new graves dug last night?" Martin asked.

"I-I am not really suppose to give out that information."

"Were there any or not!"

"Uh, sure," the guy answered nervously. "We're having all the graves in section B removed to the back of the cemetery so we uh-"

"You dig up graves, just to put them somewhere else?" Jack asked incredulously.

"I-it's not like that, w-we-"

"Give me a list of all the coffins moved this morning," Jack ordered.

The guy nodded and typed into his computer. "Just a minute."

He printed off the piece of paper and handed it to Jack

"Let's go!"

Martin and Jack ran to section B, scanning the area.

"Dammit, there's too many," Martin cursed. "SAM!"

"Martin wait," Jack called, reading the piece of paper in his hands.

"What?"

"Jessica Stewart is on this list."

Martin swallowed deeply. "Visiting an old friend," Martin murmured, remembering Rick's words.

"She's in row 2 column 3."

Martin and Jack sprinted to the given site, Martin getting there first. Martin got down on his hands and knees and began digging.

"Martin, she's gotta be at least 6 feet deep," Jack reasoned.

"Then call for backup."

Martin, Jack, and about 5 other men were digging at the ground furiously. Many were breathless.

"Martin," Jack gasped, "She's really deep."

"Keep digging, we're almost there."

Martin's sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was covered in mud, but he didn't care. All he cared about was freeing Sam.

"How about we stop for a break," One if the cops suggested.

Martin stopped digging and looked at the cop in disbelief.

"Take a break? How would you feel if we found her just one minute too late because we were taking a break?"

"Can't we get a drink?" another asked.

"You can get a drink if you want," Martin answered, "But I'm not stopping til I find her."

Martin thrust his shovel back into the dirt and threw its contents behind him. The 5 cops slowly one by one backed off, leaving Martin and Jack alone.

"Martin if you don't take a break you're gonna pass out." Jack put his hand on Martin's shoulder but he yanked it away. He looked into Martins eyes. They were filled with exhaustion and determination, but most of all, fear. Jack cleared his throat and stepped back. "I'll go get you a drink ok?"

Martin merely nodded and kept on digging. Digging, digging, digging.

Until suddenly, he hit something. Something hard.

"Jack," Martin called. "I got something."

All men rushed over. Martin began digging on his hands and knees, followed by the others. They pulled the lid open, and found Sam lying next to a badly decomposed body. She was motionless.

"Sam!" Martinlifted her up and gentlyplaced her on theground.

"C'mon Sam!" Martin felt around for a pulse. "She's alive, call paramedics!"

Sam's eyes fluttered open to see a blurry Martin. She rubbed her eyes, he looked exhausted.

"Martin?" She mumbled.

"Hey you're awake. Are you feeling ok?" he asked sweetly.

"I feel kinda dizzy. Thank God you found me in time."

Martin smiled sadly. "Yeah well, Jack, he just refused to give up. When we found Jessica's grave site he just kept digging and digging," Martin lied. He looked down at the ground.

"That's good," Sam replied, a little disappointed. "Wait, where's Rick?"

"He uh, he blew up," Martin said bluntly. "I actually just came down from seeing Danny upstairs."

"Danny was hurt?"

Martin nodded. "It was nothing too serious, but he got burnt badly. Doctor says he's actually doing pretty well."

"So it's over? The whole Rick thing?" She asked.

"Yeah," Martin replied, briefly looking at Sam and then back at the ground again.

"Anyway," Martin spoke again. "I better get going and let you get some rest."

Martinstood. "I just wanted you to know that I'm really happy you're safe. You scared the hell outta us."

Sam smiled slightly. "Sorry. Although these past couple of days have really made me think about a lot of stuff."

"Yeah, me too," Martin answered almost shyly. "One of the things I thought about a lot was how much I miss the way we used to be. You know mucking around, joking, having fun, not having to worry about any consequences."

Sam sighed inwardly. "Yeah."

"So… do you think we could go back to the way we used to be. Just having fun, before we were.. you know?"

Sam breathed in deeply and she could just feel her heart rip into two.

Martin cleared his throat. "It's just, best, don't you think?"

"Sure," Sam answered.

"Anyway, get some rest," Martin added before slipping out the door.

One hour later

Jack knocked onthe slightly open door. Sam looked up.

"Hey Jack," She greeted.

Jack walked into the small hospital room.

Jack bent down to give her a kiss on the forehead and sat down. "How are you doing Sweetie?"

"Fine," She lied. She actually felt the complete opposite. She had been down ever since Martin's 'break-up' visit. A visit, which had been completely awkward, break-up aside. Jack had come in and given her a kiss on the forehead, whereas the man she loved couldn't even look her in the eye. Sam slightly shuddered at the thought. She hated using the L word, she hated thinking it, which confused Sam because when she felt it, it was definitely the best feeling in the world.

"Did Martin fill you in on what happened?" Jack asked.

"Yeah."

"I actually thought he might still be here," Jack commented.

Sam shook her head. "I think he went home, he seemed pretty tired."

"Well I'm not surprised. He fought like hell to find you."

"Excuse me?"

"Martin never gave up looking for you. You were buried down so deep."

Sam shuddered at the memory.

"And Martin didn't stop digging, not even for a second. He saved your life Samantha."

Sam sighed. Martin lied to her, told her that Jack was the one who saved her.

A few seconds passed before Jack spoke again.

"You've been doing a lot better."

Sam was caught off guard at Jack's statement, not to mention confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well ever since Martin came into the picture you've been…different I guess. Happy. It's a big difference from when we first met."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, that seems like eons ago."

"Yeah. At least now you've found someone that makes you happy."

"You made me happy Jack."

"You mean when I was around."

"When you're wife wasn't busy."

"I guess you're right."

"Do you think you'll ever go back to her? Maria that is."

"It's too late to go back. Too many things have been said and done."

"Because of me?"

"No. Because of me. I chose to cheat on her."

"Oh so I guess I'm completely innocent?"

Jack smiled. "Ok, I guess we both made bad choices."

"True. But we can only learn from our mistakes."

A/N: Wow, that seemed very fast paced, but then again all of them are. PLEASE tell me what you think, it means alot.