A/N: Alright guys, I'm back!! I'm so excited for you guys to read this story and I really hope you like it!! Please review and let me know what you think of the start of this!

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Chapter 1:

Sam strutted into the men's locker room at the SRU, in the best mood he'd been in in a while.

"Hey, Samo. You look happy this morning. What's going on?" Ed asked. Sam set his bag down and turned to look at his buddies, who were now all looking at him expectantly.

"Tonight's the night guys!" He said, smiling.

"What's happening tonight? Am I missing something?" Spike asked, confused.

"He's asking Hannah to marry him tonight, Spike," Wordy revealed. "Me and Shelley helped with ideas."

"Hold on," Spike said over the excited chatter of his friends. "Guys, why didn't I know about this before now?"

Ed laughed and said, "because you can't keep a secret, Spike."

The other guys laughed and Wordy added, "yeah Spike, we've learned to be careful about what we tell you after you told my girls what you got them for Christmas a week before because you were too excited."

Spike's scowling face broke into a grin. "But you have to admit, the girls loved their presents! I had good reason to be excited!"

The guys laughed and Greg turned to Sam, "so how's it going to be done, Sam?" Sam described the special night he had planned, and when he was finished he heard a chorus of "awws" coming from behind him. He spun around and saw Jules and Leah standing in the doorway of the locker room.

"I didn't hear anyone knock." Sam scowled at them jokingly.

"We didn't. We were going to, but we overheard you telling your plans from outside and wanted to hear the rest. I'm so happy for you and Hannah! She's going to love your plans!" Jules said.

Sam broke out into a smile, "you think so?! I can't wait! She's going to be so happy! I just wish her family were here. That would make it more special."

"Where is her family?" Spike inquired.

"I don't know. She told me that her brother travels around and doesn't really keep in contact with any of the family. And she told me that both of her parents passed away. That's the only immediate family she's told me about."

"She'll love it anyways, Sam!" Jules said.

"Thanks! I really hope so!" Sam said. Jules and Leah left so the guys could finish getting ready for their shift.

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Team One got off shift at 4pm. The day went as good as it could've gone. Team One contained a subject holding hostages in an office building, and talked down someone about to jump off a bridge onto the highway below. No one got hurt, so Team One considered it a good day.

Sam was sitting on the bench in front of his locker, lacing up his boots. Spike walked in and Sam called out to him, "Hey Spike?"

"Yeah, Samtastic? What's up?"

"I hope you're not upset that I didn't tell you about my plans. I actually didn't tell anyone, except Wordy and Shelley, until a day or two ago. I didn't want to risk them getting back to Hannah."

"Of course I understand, Sam. I know I'm a blabber mouth." Spike said and they both laughed.

"I was wondering if you would want to get to the place before me and Hannah tonight and take pictures when I ask her?"

"Of course I would, Sam!"

"That'd be great! Thanks, Spike! You could even ask Ed or Wordy if one of them would want to come with you."

Wordy walked into the locker room a minute later and said, "have a good time tonight, Sam. I'd love to see Hannah's reaction! She's going to freak out!"

Spike spoke up, "Wordy, I'm going to get to the place tonight before Sam and Hannah, so I can take pictures. Want to come?"

"Of course," said Wordy. "I couldn't pass that up!"

"I'll swing by and pick you up in an hour. That should give you enough time to eat dinner with your family, but still give us extra time to get there before Hannah and Sam do at 6:30."

"That sounds good, Spike. I'll be ready." Wordy said as he, Spike, and Sam walked out of the locker room.

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It was pouring down rain as Sam drove his SUV, with Hannah in the passenger seat, on the way to her favorite restaurant. They were talking and laughing, having a great time. It got quiet for a minute as Sam was thinking. His talk with the team that morning was lingering in the back of his mind.

"Baby, can I ask you a question?"

Hannah turned to look at him, "of course, babe." She said, then when she saw the anxious look on his face, she added "what's wrong?"

"Nothing really. I was just wondering why you never talk about your family. I know you told me your parents passed away and your brother travels, but you've barely told me their names, much less anything about them."

After Hannah was quiet for a minute, Sam looked over in time to see her swipe away tears that were trailing down her cheeks. "Oh, Hannah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset. I was just wondering." Hannah looked over and could see the pain in Sam's eyes from making her cry.

"You didn't make me upset, Sam," she paused and took a deep breath. "I knew I was going to have to tell you this at some point. I just didn't know where to start."

She paused again, this time for longer and Sam broke the silence, "what is it?" Worry crept into his voice.

"My parents didn't pass away. They're still alive and live in Dryden. And my older brother and his wife live in their neighborhood." She paused again, struggling to get this part out. Sam stayed quiet and looking straight at the road ahead. He didn't want to make Hannah not want to continue, and he was apprehensive about what she was going to say next.

Finally, she spoke again, "I'm having a hard time telling you this, but you need to know sooner rather than later because I might be in danger again. I've been married before to a man named Aaron McCarthy and I'm still legally married to him. He's very abusive, so I finally left him one night and never looked back. Nobody knows where I am, not even my parents. He told me if I ever tried to leave he would find me and kill me. I couldn't take a chance that he would somehow find out."

Sam was stunned silent. Not only had his girlfriend been lying to him, but she was already married.

"You're married?" Sam tried to say in an even tone, but Hannah could detect the hurt in his voice.

"Sam, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you but I didn't know where to start. I couldn't risk anyone finding out and him finding me. I didn't mean to hurt—"

"Don't." Sam said through clenched teeth and shook his head. "Don't say you didn't want to hurt me. Our whole relationship has been built on lies! Is your name even Hannah?!" He said his voice rising with each word.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hannah tense up. He realized that this was the first time he had ever really raised his voice at her. Then he thought back to the time she dropped a plate at his house and immediately began apologizing, almost in tears. He had told her that it was no big deal, things happen, but she had been in a bad mood for the rest of the night.

Than he thought about all of the little things that had happened during their relationship. Things that were really no big deal—not having dinner ready before Sam got home from work, dropping things, forgetting to clean up something—things that didn't matter to Sam, but now, thinking back, he realized that every time something like that happened, she was always upset, very apologetic, always blaming herself for what happened, even if it wasn't really her fault.

Everything was starting to make sense to Sam now, and he felt bad that she had gone through that, but tonight was the night he was going to propose, and now he found out that she's married.

"When we're you going to tell me this? That you're still married. That you've been lying to me." Sam said, trying to keep his voice calm, but the anger was still seeping through his words.

"I wanted to tell you Sam, I really did, but I was scared." She spoke softly, her voice trembling.

She was about to continue, but something she had said reentered Sam's mind. "Wait, what did you mean when you said you might be in danger again?" He said, concerned this time.

Hannah looked over in time to see Sam glance at her. She saw the anger in his eyes fade away and worry replace it. "A few weeks ago, I started getting random phone calls, and when I would answer they would hang up without saying anything. Then about two weeks ago, someone started dropping notes off for me at my work. That's when I started to freak out a little because they were talking about how much they missed me, and how sorry they were, and how they couldn't wait to be with me. That's when I figured out for sure that it must be him. I was just going to try and handle it myself, but I wasn't too worried because it's not like he knew where I lived."

She took a deep breath and choked back tears, "but yesterday I got home and there was a big yellow envelope on the doorstep. I opened it and inside was a note threatening all the people I love..." She couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

"Hannah, we'll figure this out. If he's around here somewhere, it's not like he can hurt your parents or bro—"

Hannah cut Sam off, "no, Sam, you don't understand." She took a deep breath again, "there were pictures in the envelope too. Pictures of your team and their families. Us spending time with them. Pictures of you. The note specifically mentioned your name. His targets are you, your team, and their families. How does he know so much about us?"

"I don't know. But me and my team will figure it out." Then Sam was quiet as he thought about the whole situation. The anger started to come back when he remembered the ring box in his jacket pocket. What am I going to do now? I can't propose to a married woman. He thought, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

Hannah must've felt the tension coming from him and looked over at him again. "Sam, I truly am sorry. I just didn't know what to do. After Aaron, I didn't expect to fall in love again, but when met you, I don't know what happened. You are so sweet and thoughtful. I couldn't help but fall in love with you."

Sam looked back over at her and she noticed the sad look on his face, "I can forgive you. But where do we stand now? I can't date someone who's married." Hannah stayed quiet for a minute, thinking.

Sam turned his attention back towards the road as they were coming up on a sharp curve. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw a pair of headlights, creeping closer to his bumper, so he slowed down after noticing the water puddled on the road from all the rain. Right as they came to the curve they felt the car lurch forward as they heard the the loud screech of metal on metal. The front passenger side tire went off the edge of the road, and Sam cursed as he fought to keep control of the big SUV. He was fighting a losing battle as the heavy car skidded on the wet roads and began to fishtail.

He turned into the skid, and kept his foot off of the brake and the gas. But it was no use. The car was sliding further off the road, and as soon as the back tire left the pavement, the car began to flip down a small embankment.

The car finally came to a stop on its side, the driver's side facing down, after slamming against a tree near the bottom of the small hill. Sam started taking note of his injuries. The airbags had protected his head from being knocked around too much, but as he moved to check his extremities for injuries, a sharp pain shot through his his left side. He carefully moved his right hand over the area, and felt something protruding from the wound. As his hand touched it he sucked in a breath through his teeth. It hurt his whole body to move but he had to check on Hannah.

He saw her dangling above him and started to try and reach his way towards her, but his side screamed in pain with the movement. He looked at her and saw her start to move. "Hannah?" He said, his voice coming out a little hoarse. He was relieved when she opened her eyes and he asked her, "are you hurt?"

She checked over herself, "my head hurts and there's a knot on it. I must've hit it on something. Other than that I think I'm okay. What about you?"

Sam could feel the blood now pouring out of his side, but he didn't want to worry her, "I'm okay. Can you get out of the seatbelt?"

Hannah struggled with the seatbelt and couldn't get it off, but then they heard voices. Hannah called out to them, "help! We're down here!" Two men came to the car and worked to help Hannah out first. Finally, they were successful, but then they did something strange. Sam could see them through the windshield, and watched in horror as they slapped a piece of duck tape over Hannah's mouth and taped her wrists together behind her back. He started yelling at them, but they didn't bat an eye at him. He struggled to get out of his own seatbelt, desperate to help Hannah. Still struggling, he watched them carry her out of his line of sight, and after a minute, he heard a vehicle start and drive away.

He felt lightheaded and nauseous as blackness started to tug at the corners of his vision. He had to fight, he had to save Hannah. But as he continued to struggle, the fight was leaving him. Finally, he closed his eyes, and slipped into the darkness.

Well, this is a start. I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading guys!