Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, they belong to the wonderful Hank and I only borrow them for my own shippery purposes.
Dedication: To all those at Maple Street, for making me realise how wonderful these characters really are.
Jealousy
I see the way he looks at her.
Most of the time I'm not even sure he knows he's doing it, but he does. Just a glance, sometimes the occasional long look when he's absolutely sure she's not watching, when her back is turned.
He's a good kid, loyal to a fault and has the makings of a fine agent. Not an agent like his father who is now a slave to the political machine but a good agent that solves cases and saves people lives, an agent who makes a difference. I know that sounds cliché but it's true. Martin Fitzgerald could make a real difference as a FBI agent; he does now.
Still … to see him look at her, like that, it stirs up a feeling inside of me that I sometimes wish I didn't have. Jealousy.
Sam can do what she likes, she always could. There was no real commitment in what we had, its very existence made a mockery of the term, but sometimes I could trick myself into thinking that it wasn't what it plainly was, an affair. Sometimes I could forget that the wedding band around my finger represented a commitment to someone other than Samantha and that as I lay beside her when I got up that I wouldn't have to pretend like nothing ever existed between us.
I know those glances Martin gives her, those looks that turn into stares, because I used to look at her that way too … I still do.