A/N; It's been many years now since I have ventured to write fan fiction for a show I felt worthy, and for many months I have been contemplating writing something for this show. My brain only has snippets of ideas for an actual fan fiction that holds more than a love story to it, so I decided to stick with my original idea of focusing on the characters of Sam, Jack and Martin and their issues; I know people enjoy reading this stuff, because I do. I have almost finished writing this fan fiction (unless I suddenly get carried away; these things happen! Lol!), but I do not feel confident enough to post the whole thing in one go, I want your reviews to please tell me if you want to read the rest. Thank you.

Disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters from the fabulous show Without A Trace, although I'm considering kidnapping them some time soon :-p!

Summary; A serious of events from the point of view of each person in the love triangle.

Triangle

Chapter 1 – Is it already lost?

He knew when he knew; there was no going back his stomach twisted unnatural, as he received the second phone call. For the third time in two weeks, he was trying to deny it, but it was getting harder. He had several intense moments staring at the clock before this just watching the hands spin round, praying, hoping it wouldn't be her. Don't let it be her. Martin's call had been just several minutes earlier; they weren't even trying to hide it, or maybe he was far too perceptive for his own good.

He sighed when he heard her voice on the end of the line, it was muffled and he guessed she was probably still in bed, he didn't care to think about the rest.

It was all the little things he had noticed lately between them, glances that they thought were hidden, touches they believed were concealed from prying eyes and the smiles they shared. That was the worse, he knew Samantha and she wasn't one to smile unless she meant it, not a smile like that one. One that lit up her whole face, he'd only ever seen those smiles in the past when things were different between them. He began to believe that he'd never see her smile like that again at him. . .

She had moved on. He was still stuck in the past.

"Jack I'm going to be late…errr…traffic problems…" she inhaled deeply on the end of the phone and he could almost imagine her. The small glow in the corner of each eye, a sign the night before had been satisfying and un-regrettable. The way her hair stuck up randomly yet somehow still made her look beautiful, the soft shine of her skin as the sun passed in through the small gap in the curtains and illuminated it. Her slender fingers coiled round the receiver, the blue duvet on her bed wrapped tightly around her naked body, he wondered if it was still blue.

How possessive Jack Malone was.

He ran a hand angrily through his hair, ruffling it, as he tried to stop from sighing even louder down the phone. "Yeah…Okay Sam…antha" he didn't know if he should call her Sam anymore. "See you later…try not to be too long." She didn't say anything but he thought he detected a small sigh before he heard the soft clicking of the phone being placed down on the other end, followed by the sharp dial tone.

He couldn't bring the phone down from his ear, because if he did he would be admitting that it was really over, even though he had said it was over that day on the bench. They both knew that it would never really be over until one of them could move on. She had. That was the end of the story; it was really over for her.

Jack looked at the picture of his girls on his desk, and wondered if he could turn back time if he would have done things different risked having Samantha and loosing them, or tried to get the best of both worlds. His gaze became distant; as did his thoughts as he stood their still as a statue, phone still in hand, the uneasy feeling within him growing to a climax. He didn't know how to react his expression was passive and unreadable.

"Jack…Jack…JACK!" Jack jumped on the third calling of his name as Vivian practically shouted in his ear, he dropped the receiver and it tumbled to the floor, as he recovered he made no effort to hide a sigh, so much more had been lost in that moment than Vivian could ever realise. . .

Although she would never tell Martin how painful it was to make that phone call (like she would never tell Martin a lot of things), she would never forget the sound of his voice, the sadness and a hint of bitterness she could swear she detected. She was starting to suspect that he knew, Martin and her had been late several mornings now, and even the normally soothing feel of Martins hand in her blonde hair wasn't helping her nerves as she dialed the office number. She knew he would answer. He always did.

Part of her knew that the reason she never wanted to tell Jack about her and Martin was a reason she didn't want to think about too deeply, because it meant she hadn't moved on, because she was to scared of the prospect of not loving him.

Love. A word that could be said with such meaning or such disregard. She thought she'd never know the real meaning of that word until she met Jack Malone. She wanted to move on, she had tried (or so she told herself), she wanted to accept what Martin was offering her, but she couldn't.

Martin was a great guy, she found herself attracted to him, but love was not in the picture…for her anyway. She didn't want to hurt Martin, she hate to break his heart, she hate to break anyone's heart; she was to kind, to gentle. She felt guilt for leading him on when she knew she wasn't ready. But as soon as she had heard Jack was leaving for Chicago, she had felt the need to seek comfort and she knew that Martin would offer it, she knew he always had a thing for her. So being the Samantha Spade she was, she ran straight into her own trap, she found the comfort in his arms, but she created a trap she was to coward to break out of.

Was Martin her rebound guy?

She didn't want to think about that.

As he ran a gentle hand through Sam's hair he could feel her tense slightly, whether she was aware of it or not. Last night had been wonderful, like all the nights before, but he was starting to get the feeling that not all was right in heaven. He didn't mention it but he'd noticed it, that underlying tension in her tone, the nervous shake of her free hand, the guilty stare and what was worse; she tried to cover it all up with a smile, at first her brought it but now he was getting wiser and it was only ever when she was around him - Jack Malone. If they were alone together things were different, it was like she was free from her chains, most of the time anyway. Some little things he said or did, he could tell she was really thinking of him, that her mind was fusing with the past and he had lost her for a while, he was just happy for the moment that she would return to him.

He didn't want to think of the time when that may not happen.

It couldn't happen could it?

There was so much more baggage with Samantha Spade than he had ever thought possible, and all from a certain relationship. At first it had been so great between them, they had clicked like he had never clicked within anyone before. She had been worth the wait. Although before he had never understood why he had to wait. It had all become a lot clearer that day she confined in him and told him of her affair with Jack.

He was the last to know.

In a way that didn't surprise him, he was the last to arrive to the team, it had happened before his time, but he could help but be haunted by what she had said.

"They don't die, they just fade and then you feel bad that they faded, because you wonder what they meant when you had them."

It was clear to Martin now that Sam may never be able to let go. . .

A/N; I don't really know where this is going, I just wanted to get into the characters minds a little bit really and just explore, I have pretty much nearly finished a second chapter, it may finish there or go for a third, I am not making any promises for a real story I suppose just thoughts on moments that they all experience, that's all this really is from each characters POV. I was wondering if people would find it clearer if I put who's POV it was from at the beginning of each new person? I know its not actually 1st person, but its POV in a way I guess :-p! I'm blabbing, review!