A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter!! And I hope I'm not going too crazy with all the story lines that wouldn't happen in the show. I just want you guys to like the stories, so I'm trying my best to write unique stuff.

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Chapter 2:

Spike checked his watch for the 10th time in 5 minutes, as Wordy checked his phone for what felt like the 100th.

"They should've been here 20 minutes ago." Spike said as he stood up from the bench they were sitting on, across the street from the restaurant.

"Are you sure we didn't miss them?" Wordy tried to stay calm, even though he had a bad feeling that something was wrong.

"I've been watching the doors this whole time!" Spike almost yelled.

"Spike, calm down. I'll go ask the hostess if Braddock is still on the reservation list, or if they've already been seated."

"Man, why didn't I think of that?!" Spike said and sat back down as Wordy crossed the street. Spike watched anxiously as Wordy talked to the hostess, then turned, looked at Spike and shook his head.

Spike stood up and met Wordy at the curb, "they aren't here? Where could they be?"

"I don't know. Sam hasn't answered my texts. Let me call him and see if they got delayed." Wordy pulled out his phone, found Sam's name in the contact list and hit the call button.

The phone rang six times, and then went to voicemail. Wordy sighed, "no answer. What in the world could've happened? Sam wouldn't miss this for anything, and he would've at least texted us if he was going to be late. Do you have Hannah's number, so we can call her?"

Spike was so worried, he couldn't remember. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. "Yeah, here it is." He said as he pressed the number and put the phone to his ear.

"Remember, don't tell her what's go—"

Spike cut him off, "doesn't matter. Straight to voicemail."

"I'll try Sam again." Wordy said as he dialed Sam's number again. Again, he got no answer, but he kept trying as they headed for the car.

"Where are we going?" Spike asked him.

"To find Sam and Hannah. I guess we'll start at Sam's house." They got in the car and started driving back to Sam's house, Wordy continuing to call Sam's phone every few minutes.

Finally, after the 5th call, the phone was answered. "Sam?" Wordy called out, as he put the phone on speaker for Spike to hear too.

"Wordy?" The hoarse reply was barely heard by Spike and Wordy.

"Sam, what's wrong? Where are you?"

"Car accident. They took Hannah."

"Who's they?"

"Don't know for sure. Two men. We went off the road at the sharp curve on Gander Road. Hurry, we have to find her."

"Are you okay, Sam?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to get out of the car, but it's on its side."

"We're on the way right now, Sam. Hang on, buddy." Wordy's said then covered the phone and said to Spike, "call Ed and Greg and let them know what's going on. We'll probably need them." Spike nodded, pulled out his phone, and started dialing.

Wordy heard a sharp hiss come from the other end of his phone, "Sam? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm alright." Sam said, but Wordy could hear the strain in Sam's weakening voice.

Wordy covered the phone again and said, "Spike, tell Greg to send EMS too. Sam isn't telling me everything." Then spoke back into the phone to try and get some more information from Sam, "Sam, how did you get into an accident?"

"We were coming up on the sharp curve, so I slowed down. It was pouring, the roads are wet. Someone rear ended me right as I started into the curve. My passenger side tires went off the pavement and we rolled down the hill." Sam paused to catch his breath. "Then two men came down to help us out of the car, or so we thought. But they got Hannah out, duct taped her mouth and hands and took her back up the hill. Then I heard a car drive away."

"We'll find her Sam. I'm sorry, I know this was going to be a big night for you—"

Sam cut him off, "she's married, Wordy..."

Wordy and Spike looked at each other, stunned silent as Sam continued, "her parents are alive and live in Dryden, and so does her brother. Her husband was abusive, so she left him one night, and no one knows where she went. At least that's what she thought. Then she started getting phone calls, then it was notes at her work, and yesterday she got an envelope on her doorstep threatening all of the people she loves. It had pictures of me, you guys, and all your families. I'm sorry guys. I didn't want to drag you into this. You and your families have been through enough the past year."

"Don't apologize Sam, this is no one's fault except for Hannah's estranged husband. We'll find her and deal with him. I promise. We should almost be where you are. I'm going to honk the horn, tell me if you can hear it." Wordy said as they came upon the curve that Wordy thought Sam was taking about. He honked the horn, and Sam confirmed that he could hear it, although Wordy didn't need him to because he could hear it through the phone. He told Sam they'd be to him soon and hung up so he could get down to Sam faster.

As he got closer to the curve, he saw skid marks on the road, so he slowed down and pulled off onto the side of the road. He and Spike got out and looked down the embankment. At this point, it was almost dark outside, but Wordy and Spike could see the lights from Sam's SUV down the hill. They carefully rushed down to the car and were glad to see Sam.

Their gladness quickly turned to alarm as Spike climbed on top of the vehicle and saw Sam's hand covered in blood, but he couldn't see where it was coming from. "Samtastic? We're here, bro. Where are you hurt?"

Sam had been closing his eyes, but when he heard Spike's voice he looked up at him and relief flooded his face. "Spike. We have to find Hannah, he probably has her." Sam said, ignoring Spike's question. Spike was about to ask again, but they heard sirens, and Wordy ran back up the hill to flag them down. He came back down a minute later with Greg, Ed, EMTs, firefighters, and police officers.

The firefighters worked for a few minutes, but before they pulled Sam out they asked Wordy and Spike, "is he hurt anywhere?"

"I think so, but he wouldn't tell us what's wrong." Wordy replied.

"What's his name?"

"Sam."

The firefighters turned to Sam, "Sam, where are you injured?"

Sam just huffed and shook his head with a scowl on his face. Why did they keep worrying about him? Didn't they know that his girlfriend was missing, most likely at the hands of her abusive husband? They had to find her. He had to find her. He didn't have time to be hurt.

He hadn't realized Ed was there, but he was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Ed's booming voice, "Braddock! You are going to tell us where you are injured. I'm not asking, that's an order!"

Sam sighed, he couldn't go against an order, that was programmed in him since he was a little boy. "I don't know what it is, but I feel something sticking out of my left side and it's bleeding. Other than that I think I'm okay."

Now knowing what they had to be careful of, the firefighters and EMTs carefully got Sam out of the car and onto a backboard. They discovered a piece of glass sticking out of Sam's side, but left it for the doctors to remove.

They carried the backboard up the hill, transferred Sam to a stretcher and put him in the ambulance. "St. Simons?" One of the EMTs asked Greg. He nodded and as the ambulance drove away, he turned to the rest of the guys. "Me and Ed rode together, so we'll meet you two at St. Simons. Then maybe you can give us an idea of what in the world happened here." Wordy and Spike nodded and jumped in the truck to head to St. Simons.

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Once at the hospital, Greg, Ed, Wordy and Spike all converged in the waiting room. Greg spoke first, "I already asked the nurse, Sam is still in surgery, but he should be out soon. Now, what happened out there? Who took Hannah and why?"

Spike looked at Wordy to tell the story, so Wordy started, "Well you guys know Sam was going to propose tonight. So he asked me and Spike to go and take pictures. So Spike and I were waiting at the restaurant, and Sam and Hannah weren't there when Sam said they would be. So we called both of their phones, Sam didn't answer and Hannah's went straight to voicemail. So we started to head back to Sam's house to see if they were just running late, and I kept calling Sam's phone. Finally, he answered and told us that they were driving around the curve and someone rear ended them and they flipped down the hill. Then two men came down and helped Hannah out, then duct taped her hands and mouth and took her. That's when we called you and all of us got there."

"Why would they take Hannah though?" Ed wondered aloud.

"Well, Sam also told us that Hannah's married. Her husband was abusive, so she left him one night and not even her family knows where she went. But Hannah and Sam both think he found her because she started getting phone calls and notes left at her work. And yesterday she found an envelope on her doorstep threatening all the people she loves, including pictures of us, our families and Sam."

Greg and Ed were quiet for a minute, thinking. Ed had a lot of questions, "but if her husband was threatening the people she loves, why would they take just her and not Sam? Wouldn't he be mad at Sam, for being with her, as well as her for leaving him?"

"That's a good point, Eddie. And we're going to figure it out. Jules and Leah are on the way here. As soon as we make sure Sam is okay we're going to the Barn to dig into Hannah's past." Greg said.

"But we don't even know if her real name is Hannah," Spike said.

"We'll have to ask Sam if he found out if it is or not." Just as Greg finished his sentence a doctor came into the waiting room.

"Family of Sam Braddock?"

"Yes, doctor, how is he?" Greg asked.

"We stitched up the cut on his side. He has some bumps and bruises, so he'll probably be sore for the next few days. I don't think he has any type of head injury, but looking at his medical records and seeing that he's had 2 head injuries in the past year, I'd like to keep him overnight for observation just to make sure he's okay. A nurse will come and get you as soon as he's settled in his room."

"Thank you doctor, "Greg said, then turned to his team, "Sam isn't going to be happy that he needs to stay overnight, but we're going to start the investigation as soon as we leave here."

A few minutes later a nurse came and took them to Sam's room. They all gathered around his bed and Wordy spoke up, "Sam, how are you doing?"

"I'm okay. When do I get to leave? We have to find Hannah. Her husband threatened to kill her if she ever left him."

"Did she tell you her husband's name? Or if her name is really Hannah?" Greg asked.

"His name is Aaron McCarthy, she didn't tell me if Hannah is her name. Can I leave now?" Sam asked again.

"The doctor wants to keep you overnight to make sure you don't have a head injury, Sam."

Sam balled up the white sheet in his fist, "I have to find Hannah. I promised her we would figure everything out. She's not safe with someone like him."

"I know, Sam. We're going back to the Barn to start digging into McCarthy's past right now. You get some rest and you can join us tomorrow when the doctor releases you. Wordy will stay with you tonight."

Sam nodded as everyone filed out of his room, but he didn't intend to stay in the hospital much longer.

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Hannah began to wake up when she heard yelling. Her head was still fuzzy from the drugs the men had given her to knock her out when they put her in the car, but she was trying to put together what she was hearing.

"I told you to bring me the guy, not her! What is wrong with you?" An angry voice yelled.

"She was so easy to get, we thought you'd be happy to have her." Someone quietly replied.

"She was supposed to be last! You've ruined all of my plans!"

"We're sorry, boss."

"Oh, forget it. Just go back and get me the guy. No one else, and I want him alive."

Hannah thought she recognized the voice of the man who was angry, but she couldn't think. She was tired, so she allowed herself to slip back into a drug induced sleep.

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The team had just converged in the briefing room when Greg's phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw Wordy's name on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Greg, I just went to the bathroom and to get coffee, came back to Sam's room, and he's gone."

"What do you mean he's gone?"

"I mean he's not in his bed and not in the bathroom, so I checked with the nurses desk and she said 10 minutes ago he signed himself out AMA."

Well, that's it for this chapter! Review and let me know if you enjoyed!! Thanks for reading!