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"Get your ass back in that bed." She said softly.

He turned and looked at her, and small sparkle that only she could bring lit his eyes,

"Jules…" He whined.

"Sam." She breathed, looking pointedly at the bed.

He groaned but did as she said,

"Yes ma'am!" He mock saluted her, she smiled, and approached him.
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She walked in and saw Sam sitting in his bed in a pair of scrubs that the hospital provided. He must have refused to wear a gown, and she wasn't surprised she sighed.

She walked forward and took his chin gently in her fingers, tilting his head back until she had a better look at the dark bruising surrounding the gash on his temple. She noticed his pupils were slightly larger than average, but she pushed it to the side, she wanted to make sure he was okay.
"Ow." She said gently.
"It's n- It's nothing."
His slurred words worried her,
"Sam…" She said cautiously, she tipped his head back again, this time focusing on his eyes,
"Follow my finger." She said gently,
"Jules I'm fine." He whispered, "Just drowsy."
"Sam." She said sternly, he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, before opening and doing as she said.
His responses were slowed, and it seemed he was fading quickly, paler than before.
"Sam. Who gave you your meds?" She asked, "What did he look like?"
His head swayed, and she put a hand on either side of his face,
"Sam, answer me." She said frantically.
He took a deep breath seeming to realize something was wrong, "Brunette, woman."
"Fuck." Jules whispered, "Your doctor's a ma-" But, her sentence was cut off as someone opened the room's door. She expected one of team, but instead there stood a man. His jeans hung off his hips and he had a white T-shirt on, possibly late 30s, early 40s.
Warning flags shot up throughout her body, and she took a step back, and pressed her hand to her stomach.
"I'm sorry…do we know you?" She asked, watching his body posture carefully. He was tense, stressed, seemingly in a hurry.
Sadie kicked within her, and she closed her eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat when he reached into his shirt, she looked for anything she could protect herself with. But there was nothing that could take on a gun.
She put her hands up, hoping to placate the man in front of her.
He pointed the gun straight at her,
"You. You're coming with me."
Sam spoke for the first time,
"To hell she's not." He growled, covering his weakness, by sitting up, then standing in front of her.
Sam swayed slightly and looked like he was going to be sick.
The man smiled and watched as Sam collapsed,
"Sam!" Jules cried,
"You.With me." He pointed the gun at Sam who was lying on the ground unconscious.
"Sir, can you tell me why you're here, what you need?" Jules asked, slightly shaky.
She saw that the silencer was on on his gun.
He shot it into the floor, terrifyingly close to Sam's head, and she choked back the fear after seeing no blood and seeing that he was okay.
"Okay." She whispered, "I'll come with you."
"Good." He murmured icily. He reached forward and grabbed her arm, shoving her in front of him, he put his gun back in his jacket, but kept the barrel pointed towards her.
"Walk." He ordered, "The West Entrance. Don't make a noise, no signals, no mouthing, nothing." He said, and shoved her forward until she walked.
"Will you allow me to ask a doctor to help my husband, please. I'll be quick. You can listen."
His grip on her wrists tightened almost painfully, but he complied.
"Sir." Jules said to a doctor walking by,
"Can you check on my husband room 452, Sam Braddock."
"I'm afraid, I'm not his patient, but I'll talk to his doctor." The doctor said politely.
"Please." Jules whispered, "He's having trouble breathing."
Something changed in the doctor's eyes, but he was smart and didn't ask anything,
"Of course." He said, eyeing the man's grip on her arm out of his peripheral vision before nodding to her as he walked by.
Thank God. She'd picked a smart doctor.
The man lead her inconspicuously out of the building, but right as they exited and alarm went off.
"Fuck, Damnit. Shit." The man growled, and shoved her once more, nearly knocking her to the ground, a car drove up and the driver jumped out, and the man holding her shoved her in the drivers' seat.
The man that had abducted her got in the passengers' side, the other behind her.
"Drive." Came a female's voice from the back, and she was shocked for a moment,
"DRIVE!" She screamed, as the hospital security ran out the doors, a gun barrel was shoved to her head, and she took a deep breath, she saw the team out of the corner of her eye. Her throat dried. She could wait for them. But she knew…if she died now, there was a painfully surreal chance that Sadie wouldn't make it.
She couldn't risk her and Sam's daughter. She pressed the break and they sped out of the parking lot. She saw Ed pick up the gun out of the rear view mirror, and he shot. She knew he had planted a tracker on the back of the car.
"Speed up." The man growled. She complied willingly, nodding, knowing the subjects hadn't noticed.
They directed her to a warehouse,
The man grabbed her and practically dragged her out leading her around to the back of the car.
He let out a yell of disdain,
"Fucking hell. Sandy, they're tracking us."
"Do they turn off?" Sandy asked, glaring at Jules.
Never lie to a subject. She heard Sarge's mantra in her head. But this was different. Sadie's life was on the line…not to mention she saw the white ear bug stuck to the side of the tracker, she looked to them practically asking for permission before reaching towards it.
"You try anything you little bitch, and I'll kill you, he nudged her stomach and she couldn't help herself as she swatted his hand holding the gun away. He simply smiled evilly at her, then gestured to the tracker,
"Now." She nodded, and pulled the tracker off, she pretended to study it, whilst removing the ear bug inconspicuously.
It was a risky move, but she swept her wavy brown hair away from her face, and pressed the ear bug into her ear in the process.
She dropped the tracker to the ground,
"You'll have to smash it." She whispered. She went for a docile persona, hoping to calm them.
The man stamped down on it several times and finally it crushed. Jules closed her eyes, then she felt a sharp sting in her thigh, she gasped and looked down and saw that the woman had stabbed her with a syringe, things started to swirl and darkness lined her vision, and there was nothing she could do as the darkness consumed her, and she slipped to the ground and was swept up by the man, and all she could do was succumb to the nightmares of what was possibly about to happen to her and her baby.