First of all: thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate it, and to Kelly Mc: these are my favourite characters, too! And I love drama, so I'm afraid I'm going to let some horrible things happen to Sam. But anyway, it's just a story! Enjoy the next chapter and keep R&R!

Somewhere

Sam slowly opened her eyes. What had happened? All was dark around her.She could feel a soft surface underneath her and tried to move. To her surprise, she could. She sat up straight and rubbed her head.

Wow, head ache.

The happenings of that morning came back to her memory and Sam cursed herself for actually indulging in her client's stupid little games. Although she knew it was dark, she turned her head and tried to get a look at her surroundings. Now that her eyes began to adjust to the dark, she was able to see some vague contours. Apparently this was a bedroom, and the soft surface she was lying on was the bed.

Great.

When Sam pressed her hands against her hips to stretch her back, she suddenly held her breath and looked down. She realised she was not wearing the same clothes as she wore just this morning. She now wore a silk bordeaux red dress, with tiny diamonds embroidered on it. Sam raised an eyebrow and felt how tight the dress was.

This is going off. Where are my own clothes?

Sam got off the bed and walked towards one of the walls.

Now, where is the light switch...?

Sam could not help but grin in contentment as she found the light switch and turned on the lights. When she turned around to search the room for her clothes the only thing that came up in her mind was:

Oh...my...god...

And Sam was not even a religious person.

Montecito Control Room

Danny McCoy scratched his head. Something did not feel right. He rewound the tape for the third time and watched it again, his nose almost touching the screen. Suddenly he got an idea.

"Hey Mitch, could you put the tape of last night on this screen? Same place please."

"Sure, Danny," Mitch answered as he rolled his wheel chair to the other end of the room and got out a tape.

"Unbelievable," Danny whispered as he fastforwarded the tape, then rewound it and now played it normal speed.

"I knew something was off."

When Danny had arrived too late this morning, he immediately checked the tape of the camera Sam told him to watch. At first sight there was nothing wrong: Sam arrived, waited, made a call -to his cell phone-, limo arrived, driver got out, let Sam get in after she turned to the camera and winked, closed the door and took off. Danny had wondered when Sam's client had gotten in. He had not. Danny viewed the tape of the night before, to find his suspicions were right: he saw the client talking to the driver and quickly handing him some money, after which they both went another way.

"This is bad...," Danny sighed as he raced his hands through his hair.

"What's bad, Danny?" Big Ed came into the room.

"I think Sam's been kidnapped," was Danny's frantic answer.

Ed immediately grabbed his protégé by his arm and dragged him towards his office.

"You can tell me all about it in my office, kid."

Mary's apartment

Putting some make up on her pretty face, Mary was thinking about Sam.

Oh dear, did she caught us this morning!

Mary hoped everything was alright. Danny had told her about Sam's request to keep an eye on her today. Mary could understand her friend's concerns, for this had been the number one toughest client for Sam. What did he do...first driving her as crazy as possible by coming up with the most impossible and ridiculous requests, then sending her flowers and bugging her for a date. His excuse: "I have something to make up to you, my angel."

The whole situation really made Mary admire Sam even more, for Sam had stayed polite and friendly. Still, Mary had a bad feeling about this filthy rich client.

She sighed.

Don't I always have abad feeling about rich men who think a woman's love's for sale?

Mary smiled at herself in the mirror, tucking away her hair behind her ears.

Gosh, I'm a hopeless romantic, and I shouldn't get into Sam's business like this. I'll let it go.

But still, the unpleasant feeling of bad things ready to happen did not let go of Mary.