You will recognize much of the beginning dialogue from the series. Credit goes to Anthony Horowitz and any others who contributed to the writing effort. I do however, change things up a bit as you will see if you read further.

Christopher knew the instant he saw Sam that something was wrong, terribly wrong. Watching her from across the road, he could see her unhappiness; it was if the life had gone out of her. The way she picked at her food over lunch increased his worry. She was terribly unhappy and it hurt to see her that way. It wasn't until she tracked him down at his hotel that she told him exactly why. Her employer had learned that Foyle had used Sam to gain access to him and Sam had been sacked. She was infuriated and even though Foyle hadn't intended to use her in quite that way, he conceded that he'd been wrong. Still, something was terribly amiss with her and he told her so, asking what it was. "It's clear, certainly to me from the moment I saw you, That there's something wrong. You're not yourself; there's something you're hiding. What is it?"

She'd looked away, tried to avoid his gaze. "it's rather a personal thing, and I'd really rather not."

His hands were clasped in front of him in an effort to contain the growing concern he felt. Anguish rolled through him as he witnessed her own anguish. "Can I help?"

"Nobody can help," she said as she looked off to the side and wiped some tears away. "Um...I... I'm pregnant," she blurted as more tears escaped her eyes.

Foyle felt his eyes go wide at her admission. His heart nearly stopped beating as he tried to digest it. His stomach tightened as waves of despair rolled through him. When he finally thought he might have a voice, he barely was able to whisper, "Ppregnant?"

Tears were rolling down her face as she watched him, seeing the emotion that was written on his face with such rare openness. Swallowing was difficult as she nodded affirmation.

His eyes flitted to her left hand. No ring... "You um... it isn't... Adam?"

Sam's face colored as she shook her head no. "Those... men... the attack. "

Bile rose in his throat along with the anger he'd never been able to put to rest. Seeing the fear and anguish in her face, he knew he had to get his emotions under control. "Yyour parents know?"

This time her head shook abruptly. "No... oh no, I couldn't tell them. It would..." she began to sob.

Daring to reach across and take her hand, he encased it in both of his. "Sam, you... you need to tell them." He was speaking as a parent, he knew. But he could only think that if he had a daughter and she was in such trouble he would want to know, to help.

"I can't," she sobbed. "Father would lock me in my room at home and Mother... this would... I just don't think she could bear it."

Thinking back to his one brief encounter with her father, Foyle admitted to himself that she might have a point. And he'd known her mother was frail but had never been certain if it was a real condition or one put upon her by Sam's father. "So what are your plans then?"

"I... I was going to work for as long as I could and I've been saving. I thought I'd go away and..." she sniffled, "hhave it and then find someone to adopt it."

"You weren't planning to keep the baby then?" Foyle was somewhat surprised to hear she'd give it up.

"I... I couldn't. I mean, how could I? No husband, no job, and... and it would always remind me... of that night, I think."

"No young man hovering about?"

"No. And even if there was one, he wouldn't want... this," she said as she patted her middle.

Foyle blinked as he watched her action, somewhat mesmerized by her motion, noticing how tight her dress was over her barely concealed bump. She's probably got that about right. "Oh Sam..." he sighed as he squeezed her hand.

She looked at him, fresh tears trailing down her face. "I... know this changes... I mean, we were meant to talk again after you came back. But now... I know you wouldn't..." Shoulders sagging, it seemed as if all the life suddenly drained out of Sam.

"Sam," he struggled, "if I thought there was any chance of you being happy with me, this wouldn't matter at all. At least, not as far as my feelings for you." He paused, knowing he'd not exactly said that well. "What I mean to say is that it doesn't change how I feel, Sam. What happened to you was unspeakable and if I had an inkling of who those men were, I'd..."

"But don't you see, that's why I didn't want to report it, officially, I mean. I was afraid you'd... Well, I saw how angry you were and if I... you might have done something you'd regret later and I couldn't ... wouldn't allow that."

Closing his eyes in an effort to corral his emotions, Foyle remembered the anger from that night and the days that followed. He also remembered how adamant she's been about not filing a report. Even now when he thought of that night he felt an overwhelming desire to flush out those men and administer his own justice. "You're right Sam, I would have done something. But I wouldn't regret it, not one iota. But that's no help to you now." He paused to give some more organized thought to her situation. "Look, I have a bit put by. You could go someplace, pretend to be a war widow or something and have the baby. No one need be the wiser, just our little secret."

"But how long would I have to stay... away... from you?" Her dark eyes looked at him with such devastation that he felt his heart ripping from his chest.

"Ummm," he rubbed his forehead just above his eye. "I don't know, Sam. For your own sake, it should be forever. But if you truly don't want this baby, then I should think you'd be free to return to your usual life soon after it is born."

"That's awfully kind of you to ... to offer. I need to think about it. In the meantime, since you bloody well lost me my job, I think the least you could do is to let me help you find out what is going on."

"Sam, no. You... you're pregnant. You can't just go running about London with me as I try to work this out."

"But don't you need a driver... so you can think?"

As always, Sam won in the end and Christopher let her drive him. But she was under strict instruction to stay with the car and out of danger. Of course that lasted only a few moments.