Hey guys! Here's chapter 2. I hope you all enjoy and as always please review. To my beta, Diane-THANK YOU! to Steffi, Kylie, Shanna, Helenebig hugs

Also I always forget this I don't own Samantha, Jack or Anne. Bummer, yes I know.

Also there is NO baby for Jack and Anne. We will pretend that isn't happening.

JACK FINDS THAT BREATHING IS HARD TO DO

Jack was stunned, shocked, and paralyzed. He couldn't go after her even if he wanted too. He thought he knew what scared was but when Samantha Spade walked in his office and walked out of his life, he felt as if the world literally fell on top of him. He couldn't breath. His eyes were watering, his hands shaking. His mind went blank. He couldn't digest what had just happened.

'Did she just tell me she loved me? Did she just hand me her resignation? No this is a nightmare, this is not happening.'

But when Jack looked down at the official FBI document stating that Special Agent Samantha Spade had put in her request for resignation, Jack nearly fell to the floor. He held on tight to his desk and somehow made it back around to his chair.

'This is not happening. I should go after her. Why am I sitting here like a fool? She loves me. I love her. Why? Get up Jack and go after her; there is nothing stopping you!' Jack thought to himself.

As he finally got up the strength to get up from his chair and make his way to his office door, the reason why entered.

"Hey Jack, are you ok? You look like you are about to pass out," Anne asked, worriedly.

'Damn! I was so close. I was so close to Samantha. I could have her, touch her, kiss her but now 'she's' here. I don't want 'her' here. I want Samantha,' Jack was thinking to himself until Anne practically yelled at him to get his attention.

"Should I take you to the doctor? You look sick," Anne said, putting her hand on his forehead as if to check his temperature like he's small child.

"No. God, Anne I'm not a child," Jack snapped at Anne, pushing her hand away.

"What's wrong, Jack"

"Nothing, I'm going home. It's been a long day," Jack answered, grabbing his coat. 'I'm sure she's gone by now, but maybe I can catch her at her apartment.'

"Well I can come with you. Order us a pizza or Chinese."

"No, Anne. I'm going home…alone," Jack said and hurriedly left his office. Not even glancing back.

Anne wiped tears from her eyes as she left his office and walked down the corridor to her own office.

Jack broke every conceivable traffic law getting to Samantha's apartment in record time. On his way there he tried her cell and her home phone with no luck.

"Samantha! Please open the door, please," Jack said, banging on her door.

After a moment of silence through the door, Jack tried again. "Sam, come on please. I don't want you to go anywhere. Please open the door so we can talk."

"Hum, excuse me, sir?" said a young woman of about 25, who was carrying a bag of groceries.

"What?" Jack answered not turning around and still banging on Samantha's door.

"Hum, sir, Samantha packed her things up and left."

"What the hell are you talking about? She was at work just 30 minutes ago," Jack said, now turning around.

"She packed her things up the day before. She told me today was her last day at work. I asked where she was going so you know I could visit her, but she never answered me."

Jack stood there staring at the young women, shocked.

"Hum, sir, are you ok?"

And Jack frantically found his keys in his pockets and went for a key he hadn't used in years, but he had never found the courage to take it off the key ring. Jack inserted the key into Samantha's apartment door and stormed in. He walked through her entire apartment and it was empty. No sign that Samantha Spade had ever lived there. 'No, God no, this can't be happening.' Jack bent over to catch his breath and the young women said from the doorframe "Sir, are you ok?"

"When? How long has she cleared out her apartment?"

"She had the moving van come the day before yesterday."

Jack slammed his fist on the island in the kitchen.

The Following Day

"Hey, guys, I got something to tell you," A tired, disheveled Jack told his team as he approached them sitting at the round conference table.

"What's up, Jack?" Vivian asked with a concerned look on her face.

"I don't know how to tell you this because it really doesn't make sense to me. Samantha turned in her resignation last night and her apartment is cleared out. I can't find her. Her cell is turned off. No activity on her credit cards. She's gone." And Jack bit back tears and slumped into a vacant chair at the table. No one spoke for a while. Everyone was too stunned to say anything right away. They needed time to digest Jack's news. Finally, Vivian spoke up.

"Jack, why did she leave? This makes no sense; not a week ago we were all at McHumphery's having a good time. She seemed fine."

"I can't believe this. She's gone. Where is she gonna go? Where is she gonna live. What is she going to do for a job?" Danny asked in rapid fire.

"I don't know!" Jack snapped at Danny. And he left the table with the team in shock and with unanswered questions.