A/N: Here you go, it's the last chapter (nice long one) hope you guys like! And thanks for the great reviews for the story. I'm working on a new story, and hopefully will post the first soon.
Here you go...
"Hey Sam." said Vivian walking into the hospital room the next morning.
"Hey." replied Samantha smiling glad to see her. Vivian settled in the chair next to Samantha's bed happy to see that the noticable bruises and cuts had healed considerably. However the look in Sam's eyes told her that she still had a lot of healing to do, mentally. She hoped that Sam was feeling willing to talk.
"How are you?" asked Vivian.
"Better. I don't know if Danny told you but the doctor said that I should be able to leave in a few days."
"That's great Sam."
Samantha nodded. "I know I can't wait to get out of here."
"How've you been sleeping? Still having nightmares?" asked Vivian cautiously.
Sam sighed. "Yeah." she admitted.
"Do you want to talk?" asked Vivian. Seeing Samantha hesitate she added. "Please Samantha. I want to help."
"Okay." Samantha nodded. There was a small pause as Samantha stopped to gather her thoughts.
Vivian sighed seeing this wasn't going to be easy for her. Samantha seemed to be struggling so Vivian broke the silence.
"Do you remember what happened when he came into Danny's apartment?" she asked softly.
Sam frowned looking down at her hands, picking at the nail polish- anything to avoid looking at Vivian. "I woke up when I heard a noise at my door, I assumed it would be Danny but I saw that it wasn't when he stepped into the room." Samantha shuddered, reliving that night. Vivian reached over and took her hand in her own trying to offer Samantha some comfort.
"I started to get up to get my gun...but he came over to me and he hit me. He threw me back on the bed, and held me down. I tried to get him off but he was too strong. He kept hitting me...I couldn't fight back I felt like I was going to pass out. I remember yelling out for Danny...but he said that Danny wouldn't come, I was so scared that he'd done something to him."
Samantha had tears pouring down her face at this point. She paused for a moment and glanced at Vivian and saw the concern and support on her face. Taking a deep breath she continued. "He kept touching me and saying these things..."
Samantha choked out squeezing her eyes shut, looking away from Vivian again. "He wouldn't stop. Then he took out this cloth and put it over my face. Then everything goes black...I just remember his hands everywhere before I passed out."
Vivian sighed and looked away, not wanting Samantha to see the tears that were threatening to fall as she saw Samantha's obvious pain. She had to be strong to help her get through it. "Uhhh...did he say anything about why he came after you?"
"Ummm...he said that when he saw me in the warehouse...he just had to get me." Samantha shuddered.
Vivian squeezed her hand tightly. "If you don't want to talk about it..."
"No, it's okay. It's better that I get it all out." She took a deep breath. "The next thing I knew I was in the apartment, he'd tied me to a chair."
Samantha closed her eyes, and in her mind she could hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, she could feel every punch. Everything was so real again. She winced involuntarily, attracting a worried look from Vivian.
"You alright?" Vivian asked.
Samantha opened her eyes and smiled at Viv weakly. "Yeah. It's just remembering it...it still feels so real almost like I'm still there."
"You'll get through this Sam."
"I hope." She stayed silent for a moment. "He kept hitting me when I was tied to the chair, he kept saying things to me- taunting me." A look of disgust mingled with fear came over her face.
"What kind of things?" asked Vivian.
Samantha hesitated, "He said that he was surprised you guys hadn't found me yet, he said...do you think they even bothered to look." Samantha's eyes filled with tears again. "Things like that. Did I think you missed me, if you cared. If you'd got a replacement yet." she finished softly, again not looking at Vivian.
Vivian's heart ached for the mental pain that Samantha must have been put through by him. "You know none of what he said was true."
Samantha gave a small nod.
"Sam, you can't believe him." said Vivian firmly.
"He said that maybe I wasn't a good agent, the fact that he'd managed to kidnap me and I hadn't put up much of a fight." Samantha looked up at Vivian and she could see the insecurity in her.
"You're a great agent. You said yourself he was too strong for you." Vivian said reassuringly.
"I guess." replied Samantha.
"You know there's nothing more you could have done." She wasn't going to let Samantha start thinking that she wasn't good enough. It was going to be hard enough for her to get through this without having that at the back of her mind. "Did he say or do anything else?"
Samantha looked physically sick for a moment, "Not really." she said.
Vivian raised an eyebrow at her.
"He kept kissing me and touching me..."
"Did he try to...you know again?" asked Vivian cautiously.
"Not that I know of. He kept talking about it though..." she trailed off, and Vivina didn't push it.
"When I couldn't sit on the chair anymore, he tied me to that pipe so I was lying on the floor. I think I was unconscious a lot after he moved me, I don't remember much. I remember when he got the gun though. He heard you guys pull up outside, and said something about it not supposed to be that way, he didn't think you would come that quickly. I remember him pointing the gun at me, and I thought this was it. Then all I felt was pain." She sighed in relief as she finished.
"I know this doesn't help with what you went through, but I'm sorry."
"Thanks Viv." said Sam quietly.
Vivian noticed Sam looked tired, and seemed to have worn herself out. "I'll leave you to get some rest okay?"
Samantha nodded. "Thanks for listening and everything Viv."
"Anytime. Do you need anything before I go?"
Samantha shook her head.
"Okay, I'll come back later. Oh...do you want me to tell the others anything? Or..."
Samantha frowned. It would be easier if Vivian told them. "Yeah, do you mind? Umm can you ask Danny to come when he can though, I want to talk to him. Thanks."
"Sure. Bye Sam. Get some rest."
"See you later Viv." Samantha smiled, and shuffled down trying to get comfy. She felt better now that she had told someone. She vowed to get through this and not let it haunt her.
"Hey Viv." said Danny as she walked into the office. "Bit late."
"I just went to see Sam." she replied.
"How is she?" asked Danny.
"Better I think. She talked about what happened."
"Oh." said Danny a slightly hurt look coming over his face. "She wouldn't talk yesterday."
Vivian sighed. "She wanted you to go see her as soon as you can- she wants to talk." Noting the hurt look on his face. "I made her tell me, I think it was easier for her to tell me, as I'm a woman too."
Danny nodded, "Yeah I guess. Did she tell you everything?"
"Pretty much. She said I can tell you guys, but I don't know if you want to see her first?"
"Err, I think it would be better if I heard some from you first."
"Okay. Are Martin and Jack here?"
Danny nodded, "In the office. She's going to be alright though?"
"Yeah." said Vivian nodding. "I'll get the others."
Danny picked up a photo from last years Christmas party, and smiled to see how happy they all looked especially Sam, and he hoped she'd be able to get back to that.
Vivian came out a moment later with Jack and Martin in tow. Sitting at the conference table, she said "I spoke to Sam this morning and she told me what had happened. She said I can tell you..." So Vivian told them everything that Samantha had told her that morning. She noticed their reactions being similar to her own. When she had finished she looked over at Danny who, as expected, was taking this the hardest. His face was quite pale, but his eyes dark with anger. "I'm going to go see her." he said, grabbing his jacket and leaving the office quickly.
Vivian looked back at Martin and Jack. The younger agent was deep in concentration staring at the table top. "How does she seem to be dealing?" he asked after a pause..
"I think talking really helped her, she seems okay- she got quite worked up when she was telling me."
Martin nodded. He smiled sadly.
"Christ. Poor Samantha." said Jack.
Vivian and Martin nodded in agreement. They sat in silence not really knowing what to say to each other, each thinking about their colleague.
"Hey Sam." said Danny going into her room and sitting down in his usual chair.
"Hey." she replied, noticing his strained expression, she smiled softly. "Vivian told you?"
Danny nodded. "I'm so sorry Sam."
"It's not your fault Danny. You know that."
"Yeah." he took her hand in his cold ones.
"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you yesterday." she said.
"It's okay."
"I did want to, but I couldn't. Then Vivian persuaded me and I didn't want to keep it inside any longer."
"I understand." he said brushing some hair away from her eyes.
"Thanks Danny." She sighed. "I should be out of here soon." she said, her eyes darting round the room. "I'm sick of this place."
"I'm not surprised. They don't make it very...homey do they?"
Samantha shook her head.
"I don't want to push but is there anything you want to talk about?" asked Danny eventually.
Samantha looked at him and sighed. "I was so scared when I was in there you know. I still didn't know what had happened to you. And all the things he did and said, I was so sure that I wasn't going to get out of there."
Danny looked at her. "You're going to be okay. We got you out in time, thats what matters."
Samantha smiled. "I know." she paused. "I know I think I upset you when I flinched away from you the other day, and I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize, its understandable. I know it's going to take time for everything to get back to normal."
"Thanks. Hey, Danny aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"Yeah, after Viv told us I had to come and see you."
"That's sweet, but you should go back. The're already missing one agent."
"Okay. I'll come back later."
"Yeah. I'll see you then."
"Bye."
2 days later Samantha was ready to go back home, she had called Danny to ask him to take her back to her apartment. Danny, along with the others help had cleared everything up and changed the locks so she wouldn't have to be reminded of Ken Jones when she was there.
She had had a visit from Martin and Jack, each coming to offer their support after what Vivian had told them. Samantha finally felt that things were on the way to being normal again.
"Home sweet home." said Danny opening her door and helping her inside. Because of her arm being in a sling so she didn't strain it, and risk breaking the stiches and her leg being in a cast, the doctors had given her a wheelchair temporarily, which she had resisted to strongly to start with. When they had told her it was either that or stay in hospital longer, she had stopped protesting. She also had a pair of crutches for when she was able to use her arm.
"Thanks Danny." she said pushing herself over into the living room. "Hey, did you clean the place?"
"Along with Viv, Martin and Jack." said Danny, just then there was a knock on the door. Samantha looked over puzzled.
Danny walked over to get the door, grinning when he saw Martin, Vivian and Jack. "You got here quick." he said
"You planned this?" said Sam.
Danny grinned, "I called them when you were signing the papers."
Samantha rolled her eyes, "Come in, grab a seat."
"Hey Sam." said Vivian leaning down to give her a hug. "Glad to be home?"
Samantha nodded. "Thanks for what you did to the place guys."
"No problem." said Martin. "How you feeling?"
"Good." she said. "How's everything going at work? Must be quiet if you all managed to take this time off." she turned to Jack smiling.
"We managed to find a few hours." he replied. "And Van Doren said she'll call if we're needed."
The team sat in Samantha's living room, enjoying the conversation, glad that Samantha washome and getting better.
Christmas Day.
Danny had stayed over at Samantha's on the couch Christmas eve night, and was now up making a Christmas Day breakfast. Last night they had decided to stay in and watch movies. Martin had come over Christmas Eve morning to exchange presents before he flew out to D.C. And Vivian was going to come over on Boxing Day.
"Morning. Merry Christmas" said Samantha, as she hobbled into the kitchen using her crutches.
"Merry Christmas." replied Danny turning away from the stove for a minute to peck her on the cheek. "Good sleep? he asked, she'd still been having nightmares occasionally.
"Yeah, okay. Got any coffee?" she asked, going to the cupboard to get a mug.
"I'll get it. You sit down." said Danny.
"Thanks." she said, sitting at the table. She set out the plates and cutlery that Danny had left. "You making your traditional Christmas pancakes?"
"Of course." he said.
After they had finished, they decided to open the presents. Samantha had bought a small tree which she had decorated (with Vivian's help) and she had insisted they put all the presents under it.
"Okay, this ones for you from me." said Sam eagerly giving Danny a quite large wrapped package.
He took it and squeezed it to see if he could guess what it was. It was quite soft. He took his time unwrapping it- knowing that it was annoying Samantha.
"Just open it." she said frustrated.
He tore off the paper, grinning he pulled out a Knicks t-shirt, "Thanks Sam, it's great." He unfolded it and was surprised when something fell out. It was a round package. He looked questioningly at Sam who just smiled. Curious he opened it, and his mouth dropped open in surprise. It was a baseball that had been signed by one of his favorite players.
"Sam, that's amazing! How did you get it?"
"Called in a few favors." she smiled, glad to see how happy he looked.
"Thank you so much." he said getting up to give her a hug. "Now you." he handed her a hastily wrapped gift. It seemed to be in 2 parts, one was a large-ish flat object. She opened that first, "Wow Danny. I love it." It was the picture of the team last Christmas, he had gotten it blown up and framed it. The other package was a scarf, gloves and hat set. "It's gorgeous Danny. Thank you."
He smiled, "Well I know you hate the cold."
She sighed happily, "Thanks for everything, this is great." She moved over to the couch to sit next to him.
"You're welcome Sam." he said wrapping an arm around her.
"Not just today, but being there after everything that happened, sitting with me after a nightmare. Everything. I'm so glad nothing worse happened, if that phone call about you being in that accident had been real, I don't know what I would have done. You're my best friend, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you."
"Sam, I love you too. I know what you mean, when you were taken- I was out of my mind. I couldn't imagine everything without you."
Samantha leant forward and grabbed the two glasses of soda from the table. She handed one to Danny and raised hers in a toast. "To friends." she said.
"Friends." said Danny.
They were quiet for a moment. "Hey Sammy, want to watch a movie?"
"Sure." said Sam.
The End.