CHAPTER TWO

The chill caused Martin to shiver. He pulled the blankets close to his body and reached out to cuddle Samantha. Instead of finding a warm body, Martin found a cold bed. He opened his eyes to find that he was in bed alone. He rolled over and grabbed his cell phone from the night stand.

Samantha was supposed to be home by now. He agreed to go home while she stayed at the office to try and find Kyra. It took a lot of convincing, but Martin finally left without Samantha. She was supposed to meet him at his apartment, but she still wasn't there.

"Hi, you've reached Samantha. Sorry I'm not here to answer the phone but leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP," came Samantha's voice from her voice mail.

Martin hung up and called again. "Come on, Sam, answer the phone," he pleaded. But once again the answering machine answered. He hung up the phone and began to get dressed. First he was going to hug her, then he was going to drag her home by her hair.

When Martin arrived at the FBI building, it was empty. Samantha was nowhere to be found. Her purse and jacket was gone, and her desk looked well organized.

Martin walked over to her desk and stared at it. He let out a sigh before touching the mouse on Samantha's computer. A man named Ethan Sanchez popped up. He read his background. He learned that Ethan was arrested for drug dealing. Martin had no idea who Ethan Sanchez was or why Samantha found him interesting, but he did know that he was nervous because he couldn't find Samantha. He had an uneasy feeling that left him on edge. His stomach churned as a horrible feeling came rushing over him. He could only hope that the feeling he was having was wrong.

He dug his cell from his pocket and dialed Samantha's number. Once again, Samantha's voice mail answered. "Damn it!" he screamed.

He dialed Jack's number and told him what he learned. Jack told him to call the rest of the team. Martin felt bad about waking up everybody, but he knew that something had happened to Samantha. She always answered her phone. She wouldn't not show up at home.

Within twenty minutes, the team was sitting around the conference table. As jack spoke, all Martin could hear were his own thoughts. He was pondering what could possibly happen to his girlfriend.

Why did I leave her? She was having a hard time with this case. She related to this woman, Martin's thoughts raced like a high speed chase.

"Danny and Elena, I want you two to go to Sam's apartment. Viv, you and Martin go to Ethan Sanchez's house. I'm going to go see what I can dig up."

Martin shot out of his seat like a speeding bullet. Vivian had to run after him to stay with him.

Martin stared at the illuminated number on the elevator. His foot tapped on the ground. His heart was pounding out of his chest.

Suddenly, he felt Vivian squeeze his shoulder. "Everything's going to be okay. We'll find her." Vivian's eyes were so soft that Martin started to calm down.

"It's just I'm really worried about her. Nothing like this has ever happened. She always answers her phone. She didn't come home last night." Martin knew he was rambling.

Vivian stared at her younger partner. "I'm worried about her too, but we both have to keep a clear head. Sam would never forgive us if we didn't find her with a solid head on our shoulders."

Martin gave a little smile. "You're right Viv."

Twenty minutes later, Martin and Vivian stood outside Ethan Sanchez's apartment. The apartment was disgusting. There was graffiti all over the walls, dirt caked the floor.

Martin pounded on the door with his fist.

Ethan stood at the door. Anger seemed to be written all over his face. "Can't you guys give me a break? A man needs his sleep." He stared at them as if he was in an unspoken staring contest.

"Have you seen this woman?" Vivian asked as she held up a picture of Samantha.

Ethan sighed. It took him a few seconds to get his eyes off of the agents. He bent down to get a better look at the picture. "Yeah, she was here not too long ago."

"Well what did she want?" Martin asked. He was beginning to get irritated with this man.

"She wanted to know why David hates me," he began tapping his fingers on the door creating an annoying sound.

Martin's eyes looked up at him with realization. "You're Melia's boyfriend?"

"Yup."

"What did you tell her?" Vivian asked. She reached up and scratched her nose.

"Why don't you ask her? Don't you guys communicate?" Ethan asked with a smirk on his face.

Martin immediately went for Ethan's throat. He pushed his way inside and slammed him up against the wall with his forearm pressed firmly against the man's throat.

"Okay, okay. I told her that David owes me money," Ethan breathed.

Vivian looked at Martin with a confused look.

Ethan must have seen Vivian's look because he elaborated. "I gave him some drugs to sell, and he lost them. He owes me money." He was wheezing due to Martin's grip on his throat.

Martin released his grip on the man and motioned for Vivian to follow him. "We have to pay a visit to Rick's brother."

A little while later, Martin and Vivian knocked on David's door. There was no answer.

"FBI, open up!" Vivian shouted.

There was still no answer.

Martin reached down and opened the door. Slowly, the door creaked open. The first thing that caught Martin's eye was a small pool of blood in the middle of the living room. Martin walked over to it and stared at it. "It's Sam's. I just know it."

Vivian's face was scrunched up. Worry was written all over it. "I'm going to call Jack." She pulled out her cell phone. As she did this, something black caught her eye. She looked over to see a gun lying on the ground in the middle of the living room. "Martin, look." She walked over to it to investigate it clearly.

Martin's head snapped as his eyes found the gun. He walked over and bent down next to it. "That's Sam's gun. I'm positive."

As Vivian dialed Jack's number, Martin went outside on the porch. He was in shock. They had found Samantha's blood and gun at this guy's house. It was positive that he had her.

Suddenly, Martin's stomach began to churn as he felt the sensation of vomit making its way to his mouth. He turned and purged in the bush. Afterwards, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Tears began to well up in the back of his eye lids, threatening to come out.

"We have an APB out on David's car," Vivian said walking up behind him.

Martin jumped. He brought his hand up to his check and wiped a stray tear from his face. "Okay," he sniffled.

Vivian went over and hugged Martin. "It's okay to cry," she said. "I'm extremely worried about her too."

Martin looked towards the sky. "Please keep Sam safe," he said in an inaudible whisper.

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