ACT TWO: PART FOUR

Time passed as Samuel worked under Yates. It was like a never ending cycle of hurt for him. Wake up, pick a name, go to work, see Yates, praise him for 'his' findings, go home. He had managed to convince him after two week to get rid of Daniel's surveillance which meant he could move in with him. It was nice seeing him every morning but every time he stepped into work it was like a constant reminder of what Yates has over him. He wouldn't stop. "Get me a coffee or I'll show the pictures, go tell chief I'm amazing or I'll show the pictures." Samuel was starting to get scared of what he would ask. The only break he got from it was when he had his cases with Hughes. The air was different though. Hughes would always give him sympathetic looks or soothing pats to keep him going.

One morning was different. Samuel woke in Daniel's arms, nothing different there, to his phone ringing, nothing different there. What was different was that it was 4 am and it was Yates not Hughes. "Hello?" He asked sleepily. "My office, now." And he hung up. Sam had grown depressed over this. He felt like his life wasn't his own and though Daniel would do anything in his power to make him happy, it was still difficult. Sam groaned and got up to change. Daniel stirred and rolled back onto the pillows. "What time is it?" He groaned. "4 in the morning." Daniel threw the quilt over his head. "Why." He whined, more asking why a time before 10 am existed then anything. "Yates called, wants me down at the station." Daniel became instantly alert. He sat up straight with the quilt still over his head. "Wanmetooconwidoo?" He said muffled. Sam pulled down the quilt to reveal the topless and very chiselled man that is Daniel Hansen. "Want me to come with you?" He asked. Sam, now fully dressed, climbed onto the bed and put a hand through his hubby's hair. "I'll be fine." He then have him a peck on the lips and left. "JOHNATHAN DRIVE HIM." Sam heard Daniel yell as he was halfway out the house. A door opened and a moaning Johnathan came falling out. "Sam, my bro, have you ever thought of picking a career that doesn't include unholy hours?" Sam chuckled and they were on their way.

-AN ATTACK TO REMEMBER

It was a foggy morning, there was little traffic. It all seemed so normal. They arrived at the station, Jonathan had said goodbye but Sam knew he was just going to park around the corner and wait, something he'd asked him not to do many times.

Something seemed off. The work day hadn't started yet so it felt oddly eery. Sam arrived in their shared office but Yates wasn't there. He was standing in the Chief's office. Samuel opened the door and sighed. "What do you want?" He greeted. Yates turned around. He had the pictures in his hand but it was a picture he hadn't seen before. It was just of Samuel... unclothed. Yates placed the file on the desk and closed the door behind the confused boy.

"That's no way to greet a coworker." He commented. His voice seemed slurred and had a tint of seduction and Sam saw the empty bottles who's fault it was. "Yates, what do you want?" He asked again, ignoring his comment and state. "Get on your knees." He growled. Sam stared in disbelief. "What?" He muttered. "Get on your knees, I want to see how good the Mafia's favourite slut is." He said. Samuel fell back away from him. "Fuck off!" He yelled, grabbing onto the door handle but it didn't budge. Instead of advancing Yates sat down at the desk. "Picturesss." He sang and laughed after. Sam felt sick, deathly so. "I'd rather die, then how useful would your pictures be?" Sam spat. Yates rolled his eyes. "So dramatic. Fine I'll give you a choice. Either I have you here... twice and I'll stop using the photos to get names from you."

"No!"

"Oh? Then I guess there's no choice then. Break up with Alpha two or I'll publish the pictures." Sam looked at him in horror. "I'm taking Chiefs office next week." He informed him. "No more need for you, might as well have some fun before I send you off to be a detective." Sam couldn't believe this was happening. He fell back onto the floor and focused on not fainting this time. "Fine you can have me, just don't make me break up with him." He said trembling. He didn't want to, never, but he couldn't do that to Daniel. "Sorry too late. You made your choice." He sang. Sam burst into ugly sobs. There was nothing he could do.

-A DREAM? A NIGHTMARE

Sam came into the kitchen with a serious and lost, tear stained, look. Daniel looked up startled. "We need to talk." The kitchen staff left immediately and Daniel was left to fend for himself in those innocent yet damaged eyes. "We need to stop this. I can't do it anymore." Sam told him. Daniel dropped his spoon. "This life- this place, I can't do it anymore."

"Then we'll move."

"It's not that!" Sam let out a loud sob. Daniel wanted to console him but he was frozen in shock. "I can't do being with you anymore." He explained. Daniel sat back with his arms folded. "Why? Do you not love me anymore?" He asked aggressively. Samuel took a gulp of courage. "I- I don't love you- you anymore." He took a big breath in. "I haven't for a while." Daniel's sociopath inside couldn't handle this. "Your lying."

"Daniel I'm going. Don't follow me or send people after me- I'm going."

"Don't leave me.

Don't you dare leave me!" He yelled. Sam stood tall against it. "I'm going Dan. You never listened to me you just gave me stuff thinking it would get better. You kill, my whole life has been based around preventing-"

"I'm going to break your fucking jaw if you keep talking!" Daniel yelled, slamming his fit against the table. "See! You just use violence to sort out your problems." This sent Daniel very quiet. Deadly so. Samuel felt the murder radiating off of him. "Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight."

Sam did just that. He grabbed a few of his things and left back to his abandoned apartment. Jonathan had offered him a ride but he declined. He deserved to walk home alone. He deserved to get hit by a car, a bus, a- apparently a lamp post. When Sam got back he threw himself onto the bed and cried. He cried and cried and cried until he was so exhausted he passed out.

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