Title: In Another's Shoes
Author: SunReyes sunreyes01@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Category: J/S D/R Crossover, Without A Trace & X-Files
Summary: A strange occurrence in the NYC missing persons unit, brings the X- Files agents to investigate
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the shows. Wish I did but I don't. No money is made, so don't sue, ok? Thanks.
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Samantha Spade POV:
Samantha Spade Residence
February 2, 2004
10:35 p.m.
I glance over the latest file, too consumed in work to relax. I take a bite of Chinese food, missing the company who usually brings the food, and not the delivery guy.
I momentarily close my eyes. My vision grows blurred from staring so long, and I let out a soft yawn and stretch my arms above my head.
A knock at the door gains my attention, and I stand up to see who it is.
"Jack?" I pull back the door, letting him inside. It's been three weeks since he last stayed the night, and the look of surprise must be glued to my face.
"I'm sorry I came over unannounced."
"It's fine." I take his coat, offer him a seat on the sofa and close the files on the coffee table.
"You're still working?" he eyes me curiously.
"I keep thinking we're missing something about Nelson." I let out a soft breath, and his sad eyes lure me in. "What's wrong, Jack?"
"Maria and I got into another fight." I sit down beside him, moving my arms around his body to embrace him in a hug.
"You want to talk about it?" He lets out a deep sigh, his mind plagued with the awful words spat between them. "You don't have to," I tell him, gently taking his hand in mine and squeezing it sincerely.
He moves his head to my shoulder, and I know whatever was said truly hurt him. I haven't seen him cry in months, and when I do it tears me in two. I feel his soft sobs on my neck as my hands smooth over his back.
"I was trying so hard to work things out," he whispers.
"You can't do everything, Jack. For a marriage to work, it takes two people."
He laughs softly between the tears and I move my hand to his jaw, bringing his mouth to mine. His breath is hot against my lips and I pull him closer against me, giving him no room for escape.
"Sam," his voice is thick and foggy. He wants this but he's still clouded by the recent argument that transpired. He doesn't want to do this out of anger; he wants this out of love.
"Come on," I stand up, taking his hand and pulling him with me into the bedroom. My arms wrap around his neck, and I feel his fingers on my waist. My lips open, anticipating the next move and I feel him pushing me back onto the bed and hovering above me with parted lips.
No words are needed and with that, and his hands roam down and over my breasts, feeling over my body. I tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head, wanting to feel his bare chest and back with my fingers.
I work on his zipper, but his hands stop me from moving on any further. My look of shock must register in his mind because he reassures me with a deep, probing kiss while fiddling with the buttons on my blouse. He pulls back the fabric and next my bra, as his mouth moves down my chest.
"Jack," my voice is lost on me and I feel his hands and mouth doing wonders. His kisses are warm and sweet and we roll around, allowing me to work on his pants.
Our mouths meet again as we finish shedding the remaining clothes on our bodies, and I feel his hands roaming over my bare skin.
His eyes are dark with desire, while his breath is hot on my neck.
I can't imagine what Maria could have said to him that would be so terrible nor would I want to know. I realize she's chased him away, and he's come to me. Should I be thankful for such things, or feel angered that he's not being loved by the woman he's married to? If I were his wife, I would never treat him the way she does.
I dismiss the notion, feeling our mouths join as our bodies dance. His hands continue feeling over my body, touching, memorizing, and enjoying every movement between us.
I lay above his body, my skin coated in sweat as our hearts pound as one.
I slide off, moving onto my side to rest against him. I feel my energy drained and my body willed towards sleep. He rolls to face me.
"I love you so much," he whispers, running his left hand through my hair and down my neck. I press a soft kiss in response to his fingers, feeling the cold metal burn me before I fall victim to sleep.
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Samantha Spade POV:
Jack Malone Residence
February 3, 2004
7:15a.m.
"Mommy, wake up!" I hear a young girl's voice and my eyes flash open, seeing her dark hair and bright brown eyes staring back at me. "I'm going to be late for my field trip," she whines.
I glance around the bedroom, not recognizing the home I'm in.
My eyes stare at the girl; her face looks vaguely familiar. My stomach plummets when I realize I'm in Jack's house.
"What?" I move my hand to my head in dire confusion.
"Mommy!" The young dark-haired child pulls on me to wake up.
"Hannah," I groan, taking a guess as to which one she is.
"Kate," she corrects me. "You can't be sick today."
"I am," I groan, not wanting to even try to understand the situation I'm in. Is this some sort of sick joke? Wasn't I in bed last night with Jack, and he whispered the three words I've longed to hear? Why am I in their house now?
"Mom," I hear the older daughter's voice and her footsteps into the bedroom. "We need you to drive us into school."
"Where's Jack?" I question, sitting up in bed and seeing the old granny style night attire. I wince at the clothes I'm wearing.
"You threw Dad out again," she answers with angered eyes. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up."
"Is your stuff ready?" I eye both girls and stand up out of bed, feeling my feet heavy against the carpet.
"Come on," Kate tugs on my hand, urging me to hurry up.
"I need to get changed," I state, still feeling in a state of shock from this morning's event. Is this some sort of dream? I'm pretty sure I'm awake.
I head towards the closet to find something to wear. I eye the outfits. There's no way I'll fit into these. Why do the girls keep insisting I'm their mother? Is this some strange alternate reality in which I'm married to Jack?
I grab a suit, cringing at the style, and head into the bathroom. I flip on the light and my face goes pale white when I see Maria's eyes staring back at me in the mirror.
"Shit!" I exclaim, running my hand over my face and then fingering the mirror. "This can't be." I shake my head, wanting to cry out in agony.
"Mom!" I hear Hannah's voice.
"Just a minute!" I shout, and realize it's not my voice but Maria's that the girls are hearing. No wonder they think I'm their mother.
If I'm supposed to be Maria, then is she with Jack? My hand moves over my stomach at the thought, and I pull back the lid of the toilet and vomit inside. So much for just feeling sick from all of this.
I flush the toilet, pull on some clothes, and run water in the sink. I splash cold water on my face, trying not to alert the girls that something is wrong. How can they think I'm their mother---looks or not? I shake my head. I unlock the bathroom door and see the girls standing there waiting for me.
"You're going to be late for work," Hannah shakes her head.
"What's Mom's work number?" She eyes me peculiarly. "What's my number?" I repeat again.
She follows me into the kitchen, dials the phone for me and hands it over. "Hello, yes this is Maria Malone," I pause, hoping I sound somewhat sick. I mean, how can I even think of going into work? I don't know exactly what it is that she does, and I know I couldn't do it. Maybe by tomorrow things will be cleared up. If not, if Jack is still married to her---or me, whatever---then I can convince him of what's going on. Or, at the very least, he can let me quit my job---or her job. I let out a sigh, frustrated by today's events.
I tell the employer that I'm sick and won't be able to make it into work. After a short lecture about calling in late, I hang up and look around for the keys to drive the car.
"Here, Mom." Hannah hands me the car keys; she obviously knows something isn't right.
"You know how I get when you girls run late," I shrug, ushering them into the car.
"You're never late." Kate points out, eyeing me peculiarly.
"So much for never," I laugh, nervously realizing I don't know where the girls go to school or even how to get there.
"Hannah, mind giving me directions?"
Her eyes widen as she stares at me curiously. She moves her hand to my forehead, "You must be sick."
"Yeah," I nod, with a cough, trying my best for the girls to believe I'm their mother. I don't want to startle them and, besides, maybe this is Jack's and my second chance to be together.
I follow Hannah's directions to their school. "Remember to pick us up at five," she eyes me intently. "We have to stay late because of the field trip."
"Right," I nod, completely confused but hoping I'll remember to get the girls. Maybe I could call Jack and have him do it?
I let out a breath, knowing what I have to do and hoping it won't be worse in the long run.
Author: SunReyes sunreyes01@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Category: J/S D/R Crossover, Without A Trace & X-Files
Summary: A strange occurrence in the NYC missing persons unit, brings the X- Files agents to investigate
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the shows. Wish I did but I don't. No money is made, so don't sue, ok? Thanks.
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Samantha Spade POV:
Samantha Spade Residence
February 2, 2004
10:35 p.m.
I glance over the latest file, too consumed in work to relax. I take a bite of Chinese food, missing the company who usually brings the food, and not the delivery guy.
I momentarily close my eyes. My vision grows blurred from staring so long, and I let out a soft yawn and stretch my arms above my head.
A knock at the door gains my attention, and I stand up to see who it is.
"Jack?" I pull back the door, letting him inside. It's been three weeks since he last stayed the night, and the look of surprise must be glued to my face.
"I'm sorry I came over unannounced."
"It's fine." I take his coat, offer him a seat on the sofa and close the files on the coffee table.
"You're still working?" he eyes me curiously.
"I keep thinking we're missing something about Nelson." I let out a soft breath, and his sad eyes lure me in. "What's wrong, Jack?"
"Maria and I got into another fight." I sit down beside him, moving my arms around his body to embrace him in a hug.
"You want to talk about it?" He lets out a deep sigh, his mind plagued with the awful words spat between them. "You don't have to," I tell him, gently taking his hand in mine and squeezing it sincerely.
He moves his head to my shoulder, and I know whatever was said truly hurt him. I haven't seen him cry in months, and when I do it tears me in two. I feel his soft sobs on my neck as my hands smooth over his back.
"I was trying so hard to work things out," he whispers.
"You can't do everything, Jack. For a marriage to work, it takes two people."
He laughs softly between the tears and I move my hand to his jaw, bringing his mouth to mine. His breath is hot against my lips and I pull him closer against me, giving him no room for escape.
"Sam," his voice is thick and foggy. He wants this but he's still clouded by the recent argument that transpired. He doesn't want to do this out of anger; he wants this out of love.
"Come on," I stand up, taking his hand and pulling him with me into the bedroom. My arms wrap around his neck, and I feel his fingers on my waist. My lips open, anticipating the next move and I feel him pushing me back onto the bed and hovering above me with parted lips.
No words are needed and with that, and his hands roam down and over my breasts, feeling over my body. I tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head, wanting to feel his bare chest and back with my fingers.
I work on his zipper, but his hands stop me from moving on any further. My look of shock must register in his mind because he reassures me with a deep, probing kiss while fiddling with the buttons on my blouse. He pulls back the fabric and next my bra, as his mouth moves down my chest.
"Jack," my voice is lost on me and I feel his hands and mouth doing wonders. His kisses are warm and sweet and we roll around, allowing me to work on his pants.
Our mouths meet again as we finish shedding the remaining clothes on our bodies, and I feel his hands roaming over my bare skin.
His eyes are dark with desire, while his breath is hot on my neck.
I can't imagine what Maria could have said to him that would be so terrible nor would I want to know. I realize she's chased him away, and he's come to me. Should I be thankful for such things, or feel angered that he's not being loved by the woman he's married to? If I were his wife, I would never treat him the way she does.
I dismiss the notion, feeling our mouths join as our bodies dance. His hands continue feeling over my body, touching, memorizing, and enjoying every movement between us.
I lay above his body, my skin coated in sweat as our hearts pound as one.
I slide off, moving onto my side to rest against him. I feel my energy drained and my body willed towards sleep. He rolls to face me.
"I love you so much," he whispers, running his left hand through my hair and down my neck. I press a soft kiss in response to his fingers, feeling the cold metal burn me before I fall victim to sleep.
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Samantha Spade POV:
Jack Malone Residence
February 3, 2004
7:15a.m.
"Mommy, wake up!" I hear a young girl's voice and my eyes flash open, seeing her dark hair and bright brown eyes staring back at me. "I'm going to be late for my field trip," she whines.
I glance around the bedroom, not recognizing the home I'm in.
My eyes stare at the girl; her face looks vaguely familiar. My stomach plummets when I realize I'm in Jack's house.
"What?" I move my hand to my head in dire confusion.
"Mommy!" The young dark-haired child pulls on me to wake up.
"Hannah," I groan, taking a guess as to which one she is.
"Kate," she corrects me. "You can't be sick today."
"I am," I groan, not wanting to even try to understand the situation I'm in. Is this some sort of sick joke? Wasn't I in bed last night with Jack, and he whispered the three words I've longed to hear? Why am I in their house now?
"Mom," I hear the older daughter's voice and her footsteps into the bedroom. "We need you to drive us into school."
"Where's Jack?" I question, sitting up in bed and seeing the old granny style night attire. I wince at the clothes I'm wearing.
"You threw Dad out again," she answers with angered eyes. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up."
"Is your stuff ready?" I eye both girls and stand up out of bed, feeling my feet heavy against the carpet.
"Come on," Kate tugs on my hand, urging me to hurry up.
"I need to get changed," I state, still feeling in a state of shock from this morning's event. Is this some sort of dream? I'm pretty sure I'm awake.
I head towards the closet to find something to wear. I eye the outfits. There's no way I'll fit into these. Why do the girls keep insisting I'm their mother? Is this some strange alternate reality in which I'm married to Jack?
I grab a suit, cringing at the style, and head into the bathroom. I flip on the light and my face goes pale white when I see Maria's eyes staring back at me in the mirror.
"Shit!" I exclaim, running my hand over my face and then fingering the mirror. "This can't be." I shake my head, wanting to cry out in agony.
"Mom!" I hear Hannah's voice.
"Just a minute!" I shout, and realize it's not my voice but Maria's that the girls are hearing. No wonder they think I'm their mother.
If I'm supposed to be Maria, then is she with Jack? My hand moves over my stomach at the thought, and I pull back the lid of the toilet and vomit inside. So much for just feeling sick from all of this.
I flush the toilet, pull on some clothes, and run water in the sink. I splash cold water on my face, trying not to alert the girls that something is wrong. How can they think I'm their mother---looks or not? I shake my head. I unlock the bathroom door and see the girls standing there waiting for me.
"You're going to be late for work," Hannah shakes her head.
"What's Mom's work number?" She eyes me peculiarly. "What's my number?" I repeat again.
She follows me into the kitchen, dials the phone for me and hands it over. "Hello, yes this is Maria Malone," I pause, hoping I sound somewhat sick. I mean, how can I even think of going into work? I don't know exactly what it is that she does, and I know I couldn't do it. Maybe by tomorrow things will be cleared up. If not, if Jack is still married to her---or me, whatever---then I can convince him of what's going on. Or, at the very least, he can let me quit my job---or her job. I let out a sigh, frustrated by today's events.
I tell the employer that I'm sick and won't be able to make it into work. After a short lecture about calling in late, I hang up and look around for the keys to drive the car.
"Here, Mom." Hannah hands me the car keys; she obviously knows something isn't right.
"You know how I get when you girls run late," I shrug, ushering them into the car.
"You're never late." Kate points out, eyeing me peculiarly.
"So much for never," I laugh, nervously realizing I don't know where the girls go to school or even how to get there.
"Hannah, mind giving me directions?"
Her eyes widen as she stares at me curiously. She moves her hand to my forehead, "You must be sick."
"Yeah," I nod, with a cough, trying my best for the girls to believe I'm their mother. I don't want to startle them and, besides, maybe this is Jack's and my second chance to be together.
I follow Hannah's directions to their school. "Remember to pick us up at five," she eyes me intently. "We have to stay late because of the field trip."
"Right," I nod, completely confused but hoping I'll remember to get the girls. Maybe I could call Jack and have him do it?
I let out a breath, knowing what I have to do and hoping it won't be worse in the long run.