Leaning against the wall she slid a pale hand down the bricks pressing her palm flat. Her head rested against the cold rough surface, face tilting slightly to see around the corner. Her heart was beating as if their was a flock of swans in her chest as she pressed her other hand to steady it. Out of the corner of one of her grey eyes she saw a flicker of movement. Her eyes scanned the spot resting on the figure just visible from her stance. Reaching one hand to her radio she brushed her soft blonde strands out of the way.

"Ds Nixon in position, suspect out of sight," she said quietly into the radio. The figure on the other side moved an arm to his neck and moments later the radio crackled to life.

"Ds Hunter in position. I can see suspect Mark Rondo but not Nick Twine," his voice was comforting to Sam's beating heart. Since the operation in Romania a couple of weeks ago she had found herself scared at the slightest thing. A man walking towards her (or Phil) a car driving slightly fast near her, being on an empty street, being alone in the house. The slightest noise made her jump to her extreme annoyance.

"Nick Twine sighted," Phil's voice disturbed her thoughts. Sam searched once more still no one was in her sight except Phil. She checked to see where he was looking it was the opposite direction to her. She would have to move to a new position.

A sudden arm around her waist dragged her back. She tried to scream but a hand was already on her mouth. Willing Phil to look over she struggled as her hands were wrenched behind her.

Phil's voice rang through the radio once more,

"Sam Rondo's heading in your direction, go go go,"

With one move the man pulled Sam's radio of throwing it on the ground and stamping it into pieces. With a leer he slammed her head against the wall knocking her out. As her body went limp he dragged her down to his van and threw her into the back padlocking the dirty white doors shut.

Moments later Phil came pounding down closely followed by two uniform and armed officers hot on the trail of Mark Rondo the mass drug dealer. Phil thought nothing of the fact that Sam was gone at that moment. It wasn't until the captured men were loaded into the cars and started to drive away that Phil realised she wasn't there. Immediately he tried the radio but there was no answer. After another try he dialled her mobile number.

In the back of the van the phone rang echoing through. in Sam's pocket. Blood oozed gently from her head as she lay being thrown from side to side. She didn't wake though.

Agitated Phil drove to the station and banged on Jacks door. The office was empty

"Damn it," Phil snapped kicking the door.

"Calm down," keziah laughed, "whets up?"

"Sam's disappeared,"

Keziah frowned slightly

"Wasn't she with you?"

Phil nodded slowly and furiously snapped,

"I've broken my promise,"