Gunshots and Secrets

By: Alyson Tierney

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Without a Trace or Gilmore Girls. The characters of Lorelai and Rory are property of Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB network. The characters of Samantha, Martin, Danny, and Jack are property of Hank Steinberg and the CBS network. I do however own Sheena and Dr. Gabrielle Phelps, so please do not steal. Thank you! This story is for entertainment purposes only and is not for profit. Please no suing! Thanks!

Author's Note: While Sam's daughter has the same name in this story, it's not the same universe as the story "Sheena." The story "Sheena" was a one-shot fiction, while this story is the beginning of a series. I hope you enjoy this idea, and I hope to be able to continue it when I can, but I make no promises. Please read and review!

Chapter One

Samantha Spade was in a great deal of pain. When she closed her eyes she could see red-and-white flashes, and when her eyes were open, all she saw was red. She was bleeding all over the place. If someone didn't get to her very, very soon, she'd die. She'd die. And if she did, who would take care of her baby? Her daughter Sheena. Sheena had been born a week after Samantha's 15th birthday. Samantha had been a rebellious teenager, and had found herself pregnant and disowned at the age of 14 ½. When Sheena was born, she'd actually been homeless. A homeless, pregnant teen wandering around New York City. She'd left the city and used her last pennies on a bus, and she and Sheena had traveled to Stars Hollow, Connecticut. Samantha vaguely remembered her mother talking about her brother's daughter, Lorelai, who had also gotten pregnant as a teenager, and had moved her and her daughter to Stars Hollow when her daughter, Rory, was one year old. When they'd arrived in Stars Hollow, she'd asked the nearest person where Lorelai Gilmore lived, and a woman directed her to the Independence Inn. There they'd reacquainted themselves with Lorelai and Rory Gilmore. Samantha hadn't ever met Rory, and hadn't seen Lorelai since she was maybe six and Lorelai had been eleven or so. Lorelai had seemed so confident and experienced, having had Rory when she was 16, and raising her on her own. Rory was a sweet little 4 ½-year-old, and her mother was very, very nice. Lorelai got Samantha a job as a maid there, and Samantha and Sheena had ended up living in Stars Hollow until Samantha had become a FBI agent and landed a job in New York City four years ago. Her baby would be 14 this summer, and started high school next fall. High school. A sharp pain brought her back to reality, 'Damn this stupid job!' Samantha cursed inside her head. She was getting dizzy, and although she could hear loud voices outside, she couldn't pay attention. 'Sheena, baby, I love you.' She thought, 'Oh, I hope she's okay. No one knows about her, not even Jack! What if she's still stranded at school or at home with no one there?'

'Jack. There's Jack.' Samantha whimpered as he came over.

"How are you doing, Sweetheart?" Jack asked, running his hand along her cheek.

"I'm okay." she managed to stutter out. But she wasn't. She really, really wasn't. She began to cry. Jack lifted her up, and she clung to him as he carried her out into the fresh air. "Sheena?" she asked pitifully.

"Shh." Jack said, "Don't worry." He placed her down on the sidewalk outside, and hurried back in the door. Samantha rolled onto her stomach, trying to see where she was, but it was dark and everything was blurry. She felt strong hands lifting her up, and onto a stretcher.

"Sheena?" she asked the paramedic.

He smiled at her, "Don't worry, ma'am, just relax."

She felt a hand take hers. A comforting, soft hand. Another hand stroked Samantha's messy blonde hair. She looked up and saw the blurry image of Lorelai Gilmore and smiled, "Lori?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's me, sweetie." Lorelai said in a soothing tone.

"Sheena?" she asked again, tears filling her blue eyes.

"She's fine, Sam. Rory's got her at your house. Last time I heard, they were playing Sims." Lorelai explained with a smile.

Samantha grinned, "Good. Does she…how much did you tell her?" she asked, looking concerned again.

"She knows that there was a hostage situation, and that you were involved, but I didn't tell her about the shooting. I thought it would scare her too much." Lorelai said, reassuringly.

"Thanks. Just-just tell her that Mommy got hurt and needed to go to the hospital, but let me tell her the rest, okay?" Samantha requested.

"No problem. Don't worry, she's fine. Just get some rest." Lorelai said, softly.

Martin came over then to talk to her, but she was too woozy to say much. She closed her eyes, and felt herself being loaded into the ambulance and it drove away, sirens blaring. She felt Lorelai's presence next to her, and she never let go of Samantha's hand. She drifted off to sleep, lulled by the movement of the ambulance.