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A/N: This chapter basically picks up from where We'll Be Fine left off. Thanks again to all my reviews, from this and my oneshots. Enjoy!

Tell Everyone I Love Them

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Catherine asked.

"You'll see," Sam smiled.

"Look, enough with the games, just let us go," Catherine demanded.

"But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?" Sam laughed as he stood up and walked back up the stairs.

"Well isn't this fun?" she said sarcastically.

"Oh shut up Cath!" I insisted.

"Sorry," she rolled her eyes.

"No, I'm sorry," I smiled. "What are we gonna do?"

"I've no idea," she sighed.

"Great."

We sat in silence for a few minuets. Catherine didn't deserve to be tied up next to me, she'd done nothing wrong. It was both Nick and I who had worked on the case to try an convict Sam of killing his wife and three year old daughter but we couldn't get anything, that's why after only a year in prison he was released, and new evidence led everyone to believe their neighbour killed them. And it's for that reason that Ava was kidnapped when she was 5 months old and why Sam was after our family all over again. Why is it always Nick and I who have to get involved with people like that?

"Cath, I need you to do something for me," I said.

"Sure, anything."

"When Sam comes back I'm gonna get him to let you go," I said.

"What? No!" Catherine snapped.

"Yes, you shouldn't be here," I argued.

"So, I'm not leaving you here alone with this freak," she insisted. "And besides, he won't let me go, I can identify him."

"But if he does, promise me something?"

"It depends," she smiled.

"Promise that you'll go and won't tell anyone I'm here, or what happened?" I asked.

"Why?"

"I don't want anyone to know," I sniffled.

"Why?" she asked again.

"Sam has been stalking my family for years, he's been stalking all of us. I need to protect us all," I tried to explain.

"That's stupid," she sighed. "What are gonna be, some kind of human sacrifice?"

"Just promise me," I insisted.

"No," she argued. "I'm not letting you do that."

Before I could argue more the door opened and Sam started plodding down the stairs. I sighed as I tried to fight back the tears.

"Good, you're still here," Sam smiled as he walked back over to the table he was sat on earlier.

"Where else would we be?" Catherine asked rhetorically.

Sam smirked back.

"So, Sammy," I started.

"No, my name is Sam, not Sammy," he said.

"Right, Sam…," I paused to think of what to ask him. "Can I ask you a huge favour?"

"No. Whatever it is, no," he raised his eyebrows at me.

"I just want you to do one thing for me. Would you untie Catherine and let her go?" I asked, slightly more than sceptical after Catherine's response.

"Seriously, you had the nerve to ask?" he questioned.

"Guess I did. Look, I get why you're doing this, really, I do. But you don't want more baggage than is necessary, surely?" I asked. "Sorry Cath, I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

"It's fine," she rolled her eyes. "People have said worse."

Sam sighed, what sounded like a thoughtful sigh. Was he considering to actually go throw with what I asked?

"Well?" I asked when I could take no more.

"No," he shook his head.

I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to keep the tears from spilling out. Catherine had to get out, if something was to happen to me, she'd have to be the only women in my children's lives. I couldn't believe I was thinking that. I had to fight for my kids for as long as I could, but that was proving difficult. I was crumbling like freshly baked piece of shortbread, and I didn't like it.

"Why not Sam?" I asked, my eyes demanding an answer.

"I don't mind baggage," he smirked at Catherine.

"Argh," she repulsed at his reply.

"Sam, you've gotta let her go. It's me you want and me you've got. Catherine is of no real interest to you, not when it's about getting back at Nick or me," I pointed out.

"Fine, maybe she's not a direct link to either of you, but you still care about her, correct?" he asked sarcastically.

"Correct," I sighed.

"And Nick too?"

"Yes."

"Well there you go," he smiled.

"Sam, don't you dare make me beg," I sniffled.

"Don't then," he shrugged his shoulders.

"Please, let Catherine go," I finally begged as the tears also got the better of me. "She promises not to say a word, don't you?"

It was only at this point that I realised Catherine had been uncharacteristically quiet. I turned to face her but she tried her best to avoid eye contact with me.

"Don't you?" I asked again.

Catherine slowly raised her head to face me, her eyes looked red and stingy. She bit her lip to stop herself from saying what she knew I wanted to her to say. The room was silent. Answer me, I screamed in my head.

"I, um, I promise," she stuttered.

"Tough, I can't just take your word for it," Sam said.

"Yes you can," I argued. "Untie her, please."

Sam shook his head in a way that almost made him seem human. He seemed genuinely sad, to an extent, that he couldn't or wouldn't untie Catherine.

Suddenly, without any warning, I started crying, so hard I could have easily been mistaken for a waterfall.

Sam's eyes widened as he stared at me, in the weakest position I'd probably ever been in in all my life. I didn't want to cry like that, but that's what happens when you bottle things up for so long. Nick's voice started echoing in my head. He was telling me everything was going to be okay. He had a real talent at telling a person what they wanted to hear, whether it was true or not.

"No," he said again, and walked back up the stairs.

"Sara, please, everything is going to be fine," Catherine insisted.

"But what if it's not?" I sniffled.

"Don't say that," she said. "We're gonna be fine."

I sighed and tried to stop crying. "Okay, I believe you, for now anyway."

"Good. We just have to stay calm. He'll have his fun by keeping us here, then let us go. And if he was going to do something to us he would have by now. We have to stay positive," she reminded me.

"Okay," I nodded.

An hours later:

"Bloody hell, he's good," Catherine scuffed as she wriggled her hands to try and untie herself.

"Should have known, he's probably been practicing these knots for years," I sighed.

"He's definitely good with his hands," she smiled.

"Hang on," I said as I reached into my right front pocket of my jeans, and pulled out a pocket knife. "I knew I had it."

"You're a genius," Catherine smiled.

"I do try," I smiled back as I carefully handed it over to her. "Cut your ropes first."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes. Just do it," I insisted.

"Okay," she said as she moved it around to cut the rope tying her hands to the chair. She dropped the knife to rub her wrists.

"Ssshh," I whispered. "He'll hear us."

"Sorry," she mouthed. She picked up the knife and started sawing at the ropes on her ankles.

"Nearly there," I whispered, as I glanced back and forward from the stairs to Catherine's feet.

Just as Catherine finished untying her ankles, there was movement from above us. Sam was coming.

"Shit," Catherine scuffed as she stood up and walked behind my chair and started to cut the ropes around my wrists.

"No. What are you doing? Go, get out of here," I demanded as tears started to form in my eyes again.

"No, I can't leave you," she argued.

"Yeah you can, don't start this again," I insisted. "Go."

"No," she sniffled.

"Yes," I argued. "Go. Tell my babies I love them, tell everyone I love them, Nick included."

"You can tell them yourself," she sobbed.

"Please, go. He's coming," I said through my tears.

Catherine nodded reluctantly and ran to the fire exit door.

"I hate you for making me do this," she said as she turned around before she opened the door.

"Go!"

Catherine opened the door and ran out crying.

Meanwhile, outside the house:

"You sure this is the place?" Greg asked as he climbed out Nick's car.

"Yeah, I trust Archie knows what he's doing," Nick said. "Are you two sure you want to do this? I mean, this could be the end of your careers."

"We're going with you Nick," Warrick insisted.

"No one gets away with doing something like that to my niece and gets away with it," Greg finished Warrick's sentence.

"Thanks guys," Nick nodded as they started to walk like The Three Musketeers towards the front door of the house. "Okay, it's now or never."

Nick was about to swing open the front door when they heard crying coming from somewhere. Warrick noticed out the corner of his eye Catherine stumbling round the corner of the house.

"Catherine?" Warrick asked.

"Guys, what are you doing here?" she asked as tried to wipe her eyes.

"Um, Maddie's teacher lives here, it's a long story," Nick said.

"No, Sam freaking Patterson lives here," Catherine argued.

"What you mean…," Greg started.

"Maddie's teacher is Sam Patterson. That bastard!" Nick exclaimed.

"What are you doing here?" Warrick asked Catherine again.

"I can't tell you," Catherine sniffled.

"What do you mean you can't tell us?" asked Greg.

"She made me promise not to say anything," Catherine sighed and shook her head.

"She? Sara? Did Sara make you promise? Where is Sara?" Nick asked in a panic.

Catherine shook her head. "She'll hate me."

"Cath, you've gotta tell us," Warrick insisted in a calm voice.

Catherine gulped. "Sam kidnapped us. Sara tried to get him to let me go, but he wouldn't. I untied myself and when I went to untie Sara, Sam was coming back. She made me leave her there. I'm so sorry Nick," Catherine sniffled.

"She's okay though, right?" Greg asked.

"For now," she said as more tears came. "But she told me to tell everyone she loved them."

Thank you for reading. Sorry for leaving it the way I did. I think it may have jumped about a bit but I hope you liked it. Review please.