"Sam! Samantha!" Carly yelled at the door, banging on it again. She heard a fuss and something falling. It was one in the afternoon and she had started to get worried about Sam after she had woken three hours earlier. She hadn't answered any calls or texts and said she would only be a couple hours previously. So naturally, Carly had gone looking for her. She wasn't hard to find, the actress simply called around to many of the finer hotel's and quickly found her target. 'This is stupid! I worry too much, she is just fine.' She thought to herself, 'But what if someone found her? What if…' before her mind could finish its contradiction the door opened and there stood Sam. She was wearing boy shorts and her bandage, her hair up in a ponytail, and the sight was almost too much for Carly. Before she could stop herself she walked into Sam and kissed her. Pulling back Sam looked dazed, and mumbled,

"Wish every time I answered the door it was that nice."

"What was that?" Carly said, knowing exactly what she said but wanting her bodyguard to admit again that she liked it. Sam scowled at this and waved her inside.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, it wasn't every day that a client came looking for her.

"Well you weren't answering your phone…I got worried, I mean, it's almost one and you said you would be back after a couple hours!" Carly started to raise her voice; she wished she could control her emotions. They always went crazy whenever it came to Sam, it was starting to drive her up the wall.

"Hey, hey! I just took some pain killers and they kicked my ass. I didn't mean to sleep so long, I'm sorry." Sam explained. She suddenly realized that she had become more sensitive towards Carly. Anyone else knocking would have received a simple 'go away' and a door slammed in their face. Here she was though, explaining herself and trying to comfort Carly as if they were… married. 'You got it bad, Puckett.' Her mind scolded her for letting herself become so vulnerable towards this woman.

"…and then I was on my break so I thought I would check on you." Carly's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Um…alright," was all Sam could muster, not knowing how to reply to the end of what she should have been listening to.

"No Sam, it's not alright. What if you had been seriously hurt or something?" Carly looked as though she could cry, something Sam really didn't want. So she took her hands and looked straight into chocolate eyes.

"But I'm not." Carly found herself in a trance, Sam's voice was like an angels when she was being tender with her. Just those words chased her fears and worries away.

"Now you go back to work, and I will be there in an hour, tops." Sam was still tired, but she had her work to do as well.

"You promise?" Carly's lips held a soft smile, but her eyes were etched with worry. 'Is this how it would be if we were together? Her always worrying so much about me? It's never going to happen, because it can't, so stop thinking about it.' Sam softly smiled back,

"I promise," Carly leaned in and stole a quick kiss, then with a wave goodbye she left. Still arguing with herself Sam went to shower and get ready for the day, what was left of it anyway.

. . .

Sam drove up to the set feeling drained. She really wasn't one for losing sleep, and she had practically stayed up for 24 hours, 'except when I was with her…but who knows how long that was.' All she could do was hope nobody decided to press her buttons today. As she walked towards the trailer she heard a soft voice,

"Hey, can I talk to you a minute?" Sam turned to find that the source was Richard. She nodded at him and followed as he walked her away from her destination.

"So we got another letter…" Richard's voice held sorrow as he handed the paper to Sam. She read quietly to herself:

Dear Carly,

It seems as though sufficient help can no longer be found, don't you agree? So tell me, how did you evade my man? Did you bribe him? Everybody knows he is a poor fuck, but I can't seem to locate the bastard. I'm sure you know of his whereabouts. I'll squeeze the information from your delicate throat when I get there. Oh! Did I tell you I was coming to visit? Exciting, isn't it my little whore. I'll be arriving sometime tomorrow I believe, I hope you will be waiting for me. Then we can go out to dinner and after I will *vulgar sick rape details* When I'm all finished I know you will want more. I might even consider keeping you around to suck me off here and there you dirty slut. Sooner or later though, I will have to end your life. I must, for nobody can have you other than me.
All my love
Rex

Sam's blood pumped and she could feel every vein in her body burning with rage. She looked up at Richard who must have seen the anger for he flinched and stepped away. Quickly she disguised her features and tried to relax.

"Sorry, pigs like him just make me sick. He is so idiotic he even told us when he would be here, the downfall of those who have too much money. They think they own the world and can do as they please." She told Richard who nodded in understanding.

"I'm going to go show Carly this." He took the paper and looked at Sam seriously, "You won't let anything happen to her right?" Sam looked deadly and he knew the girl cared a lot about Carly and vice versa.

"He'll be behind bars before Carly even knows what he looks like…that or he will be dead." Richard shuddered at the thought of this beautiful petite girl killing someone. 'How could she be able to do that, I mean she doesn't look like she's capable of such a brutal act. It is part of her job I suppose.'

"I don't like it you know." Sam said seeing the look on Richard's face, "They still haunt me every day." With the last statement she turned and walked away, letting him have his time with Carly. She didn't know how Carly would react to the letter, but she knew it was going to be emotional and letting Richard handle it would be her safest move. She flipped open her phone and called in a few favors while he was in with her. 'I'm going to find him tonight, no matter what.' And with that, she waited.