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CHAPTER 4 – The Video

A.N. Of course Martin reacts to what he's watching! Didn't want to leave out that part, hence Martin's musings…

15 hours missing

The initial image was grainy and full of static. Then the picture cleared and Martin could see one of the yellow panels of the wheel Sam was tied to. Suddenly the camera swung upwards and Martin could see Sam's face. Then the camera pulled back and he watched a man insert a needle into her arm. He couldn't hear what he whispered to her but less than a minute after he injected her, he saw Sam become flushed and sweaty and she seemed to have trouble holding her head up. His heart lurched to see her this way. The camera tightened focus on Sam's face and he heard the harsh whisper of her capturer, "Tell me, do you love Martin Fitzgerald?"

"I-I," Samantha began, she wanted to lie to this monster. She knew that if she told the truth, Martin would suffer. She opened her mouth to say no, "Yes, I love him." Curse whatever drug he had injected her with!

Martin closed his eyes. The creep had to have injected her with a truth serum.

"Tell me about what you love about him," the harsh whisper came from behind the camera and Samantha had no control over her mouth.

Martin leaned forward, they had talked about how they loved each other, but he never heard Samantha express just what it was about him she loved. His curiosity overruled his concern—momentarily.

"His eyes. They're expressive and warm and wonderful and they crinkle at the corners when he smiles," she smiled at a memory, seeing his eyes in her mind.

Martin smiled in spite of himself. Without thinking, his hand strayed to his temple and he felt the "crinkles" she lovingly described.

"What else?" prompted the voice.

"The dimples. When he smiles, when he laughs…" she let her voice trail off, hoping she could feign sleepiness. She let her head droop.

Martin's concern flew back—was the drug too powerful?

"Don't stop now, darlin'!"

The drug made her open her mouth and let her heart pour out. She told the voice all about Martin's selflessness when she wanted to stay in—even though he wanted to go out. And how he put up with her wanting to keep their relationship a secret, yet she knew that everyone on the team already knew anyway. She talked about their days together and how she missed their intimate talks. She mentioned all the ways he made her feel special and loved and how even a single look from him was all she had needed. Her throat went dry and she coughed.

"Tsk tsk, we can't have our lead actress suffer dry throat," he shuffled towards her and held a straw up to her lips, "Drink!"

Samantha gratefully drank as much of the water as she could. The rational part of her brain registered the fact that she was still tied up and probably would be for quite some time, but her body craved the liquid. Taking a large gulp, she felt the straw jerked out of her mouth.

"Enough drinking, tell me why you and Martin broke up!" demanded the harsh whisper.

"Why we broke up?" she stalled for time. She knew exactly why. Could she wait out the drug's effects and not have to say the words aloud?

A knife whizzed past the lens of the camera and spun towards Samantha. It impaled itself inches from her hand and she felt the thud of the impact. "Next time, it goes in that hand! Why did you break up!?" the harsh whisper wasn't buying the act.

"Shit!" Martin cursed aloud at the nearness of the blade. He had half a mind to stop the disk now and resume searching for her. But he also wanted to know what she said and knew he couldn't face Jack, Vivian or Danny without seeing the end. He leaned forward to catch her whispered answer.

"It was all my fault," Sam began, "Martin wanted to let our relationship go public. I didn't. I couldn't. How would it look for a woman—a young woman—to have slept first with her superior and then a co-worker who just happens to be the son of the Deputy Director of the Bureau? I just couldn't take the chance," she paused. "I've thought a lot about our relationship since then. Martin isn't like any other man that has ever been in my life. I didn't know what to do or how to react to the way he treated me," she felt a tear roll from under the blindfold and down her cheek. "It was all my fault! I'm so sorry Martin! I'm so sorry! Oh, Martin, I'm so sorry!" she cried.

Martin felt a tear slide down his own cheek. He had known her past was partly to blame for their breakup, but was it completely to blame? He thought about how forcefully he pushed her away when she (finally) decided to go to his cousin's wedding. Was it partly his fault too? He brushed the tear off his cheek and vowed to make things right with Sam if—no, when—they found her.

The disk continued, "But do you still love him?" asked the voice.

Samantha nodded and whispered, "Yes."

"Good! Then this will hurt him more!" He quietly moved from around the camera and grabbed an edge of the wheel and gave it a pull like he was a contestant on "The Price is Right."

Without warning Samantha felt her world spin. A scream tore itself from her throat, "Martin!"