A/N: i hope you enjoy this next chapter!

Chapter Six- Magnum's POV

I had been enjoying a good night's sleep and a chance to momentarily forget Samantha and all her problems, when, as usual, my temporary solace was interrupted by Higgins.

I have been awaken by his persistent pounding on my door more times than I can count, but that morning in particular I was in no mood for it.

I had lain awake for hours wondering what I was going to do about Samantha's case, and it wasn't until very early in the morning that I was finally able to drift off to sleep.

I desperately needed sleep if I was going to be of any help to her at all, so I decided that whatever Higgins wanted could wait a few more hours.

I rolled over onto my stomach and put my pillow over my head, trying to block out Higgins.

But, like all of my problems, he didn't just go away.

"Magnum! Get up immediately!"

"Go away!"

"No, I will NOT go away; this is important!"

"It's always 'important!' Well, whatever it is, I am NOT going to do it! You can either do it yourself, or wait until I wake up ON MY OWN!"

"Magnum...Samantha's gone."

"She's what?" I asked incredulously.

"She's missing." he said again. "I had gone up to her room to see if she was awake and would like to join me for breakfast, but she was not there. I was at first unconcerned; however, upon further search of the estate, I have come to the conclusion that she is gone. I am uncertain as to whether she left of her own free will and will shortly return, or...well, if something of a more serious nature has occurred."

While Higgins was talking, I was quickly getting dressed.

As he finished, I pushed open my bedroom door and stormed past him.

I ran up the stairs and outside, heading towards the main house with Higgins trailing along behind me.

"Magnum, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet."

Even though Higgins had already checked, I looked for her throughout the estate just to be sure.

Finally, I made my way down to the beach.

I scanned the beach and saw in the sand what looked to be the marks of a scuffle.

It could have been merely a coincidence, something caused by the wind, but my instincts told me otherwise.

As I thought over the possibilities of what had happened, I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach because I had no clue as to what had happened to her, who was responsible, or how I was going to find her.

I mentally kicked myself for not getting more information from or about her.

Not knowing what kind of danger she was in, I knew that I had to work fast...Unfortunately, I had no idea where to start.

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