Title: Privilege

Author: NightMage

Rating: maybe PG13, to be safe.

Summary: The team gets very, very frustrated with doctor-patient privilege! And Sam deals with a problem of her own. My very first M/S fic. Please R&R!

NOTES:

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Chapter 17
HINDSIGHT IS 20/20

He frowned. He had not counted on her knowing his name. He didn't remember introducing himself…

Oh well. No matter. After all this was over he could disappear to Canada or something and adopt a new identity.

All that mattered was right now. She was staring at him in horror from her place on the couch, which, in his opinion, only made her more beautiful. And now that her pesky boyfriend was out of the way, she was well and truly his.

All the effort he'd put into getting to this moment suddenly felt very worth it.

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Martin had to try three different doors before someone was kind enough to lend him some ice, and even then, he suspected that the someone – a teenage girl with pink highlights – was only helping him in order to flirt with him. No wonder Samantha didn't like to spend much time around here.

On his way back to Sam's room, Martin glanced out the window – and stopped short. There was no ambulance parked out front. Quickly scanning the street below him, Martin realized that there was no ambulance anywhere in sight. What the…? Then who is in Samantha's apartment?

With a sick feeling, he suddenly realized how strange it was that only one paramedic had been sent in to help them. How he'd never heard of 911 calling back for confirmation. How he'd been manipulated out of the room. Oh, God. Sam!

He practically flew back to her apartment, yanking on the door handle to no avail. It was locked. He pounded his fists on it, furious with himself, afraid for Sam. "Open the damn door! Samantha!"

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Jack mentally beat himself up all the way back down Terracotta Road. How could he have been so stupid as to not leave a team behind at La Maison des Lilas? How dense could he get? He supposed the situation with Samantha had distracted him. Curse that damn stalker and all the trouble he was causing. He hoped Samantha was doing okay.

Vivian had been right. He needed to focus. He had a job to do. He would be there for Carolynn Casper; then he could be there for Sam.

Besides, he thought heavily, nothing I can do for her that Martin hasn't probably already done.

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"Why are you here?" Sam asked, trying to stall for time. Her gaze swept the room. Where the hell was her gun when she needed it? Her eyes found it lying on the kitchen table; she'd taken it off when they'd first arrived in order to sit more comfortably. How idiotic! Then again, she allowed, she hadn't been suspecting trouble in her own apartment… So what! the furious little voice in her head shot back. You knew you were being stalked! Why weren't you suspecting trouble? What kind of an FBI agent are you?

"Why do you think I'm here?"

Corny, thought Sam. This is not some TV drama. She needed to do something. Something besides yell at herself. Okay, Sam. You let yourself get into this situation. Now get yourself out of it.

She needed to get to her gun.

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A/N: Notice how everyone is beating themself up?

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