Taking It All Back
Written by: Anti Darth Ani
A Without a Trace fan-fic.
Chapter I : Missing
Little author's note before I start off with my little pilot chapter. This fan-fic is an actual case fic, but there is some underlying Samantha/Martin stuff. Don't worry, it's nothing too bad, but I just wanted to give you a little heads up.
Also, and I'm only going to say this once because I know how annoying it can became, but I'm a sucker for reviews. If you leave reviews, I tend to update and find more to write about because it really just makes my day. So thanks ahead to all my readers and reviewers (all my hardcore fans) because it makes me smile when I see the review alert in my e-mail.
I've tried to write a fan-fic using the same plot before, but I didn't have any luck. I'm hoping I'm actually finish this one. The missing case is actually based on real life. I'll explain this to you a little later.
Spoilers for season one and two. Takes place after the season two finale.
"Mommy!" Samantha Westfall screamed at the top of her lungs, kicking her feet wildly while trying to get her older brother off of her. "Tell Will to get off of me!!!!" she screeched at the top of her lungs, taking a hold of her brother's hair in one hand and yanking it while she continued to kick him in the general area of his stomach.
"Get off of your sister, William," their father shouted from the kitchen. Will didn't hear a word of this, and if he did, he simply ignored it. He pinned his sister harder to the floor, while his younger brother (Samantha's older brother, Bobby) watched the TV in a daze.
"If she would just give the damn remote back to me…" he was cut off by his father suddenly appearing in the room, yanking him off of his sister. His father popped him one right across the butt before he even realized it. At the age of fourteen, Will found himself too old for a spanking, but his father didn't care. "What have I told you about that nasty mouth of yours, William? I told you it was going to get you in trouble one of these days, didn't I? Didn't I?" he father shouted over the noise of the anime Bobby was watching on TV while Samantha cried, still trying to get a few good kicks in on William.
"It's not my fault!" he insisted, "Samantha being a little bi-" before the word could leave his mouth, his dad was dragging him by his arm, very hard, towards the bedrooms in the back hall. "Stop," Will demanded, pulling against his father's hold. "Let go of me! You're hurting my arm."
"I don't ever want to hear you ever use the b word in this house again, and you don't seem to understand that, so I'm going to make you understand, William." His father continued pulling him towards his son's bedroom.
"I wouldn't have to call her one if she didn't act like one!" Will protested, trying once again to pull himself out of his father's grasp, but to no avail. His father slammed open the bedroom door with such might that it slammed against the wall behind it. William cringed, expecting his baby brother to wake up and start his tormenting cries. What shocked the teenager even more was when he didn't hear a single peep from his brother's crib in the corner of the room.
His father shoved him in the general direction of his bed and went to the baby crib to look at his son. Dinner was almost ready, and his wife had asked him to get the baby ready for dinner, making sure his diaper was clean before setting him in his high chair at the table with everyone else in the family. As he got closer to the crib, his heart fell to his stomach and he immediately knew something was wrong. Covering the last few feet to the crib, he peered over the side and his scream for his wife reverberated throughout the house.
The soothing aroma of lavender filled the entire room as the last candle remained lit while all the other died out. Samantha couldn't help let out a soft giggle when his foot brushed up against hers. His head lifted from its claimed spot on her neck and his eyes looked into hers, "Did I just hear you giggle, Samantha Spade?"
Samantha shrugged, running her hairs through his hair before running down his bare back. "It is likely the sound you just heard coming from between my lips was but a soft giggle. On the other hand, it may have been a mocking laugh directed to you and your ridiculous sense of relaxation."
Martin kissed her jaw leisurely before rolling over on the bed next to her, "I'll have you know many a people find this extremely relaxing," he commented, tucking his hands behind his head and relaxing against the pillows. Samantha raised a single eyebrow and shifted so she was looking back at him, "Are you saying this from experience, Fitzgerald?" she asked in a fake accusing tone.
Before Martin had a chance to answer, his beeper went crazy from where it was sitting on the nightstand. He turned the vibrate on earlier during the night, and now the little piece of plastic was moving around in circles on the nightstand while it vibrated. Martin reached over Samantha and grabbed it off of the table. As he looked at the LCD, Samantha's beeper started moving around too, so she picked it up. "Vivian?" she asked Martin as she looked at the name and the number on her beeper.
"Yeah," he replied, already reaching over the side of the bed and searching around in the darkness for his undershirt he had discarded earlier in the night. Samantha groaned while she put her beeper back down on the nightstand. Of all the nights she needs us to come in, she thought, tossing the comforter aside and getting out of the bed to find her clothes.
They both dressed quickly, Samantha yawning the entire time. She roughly brushed through her hair and put it into a messy ponytail before pulling on her coat and boots. "Hey, Martin, did you see where I put my scarf… earlier," Samantha grinned just thinking about the way they had entered her apartment. Martin walked into the room, pulling his arms through his jacket as he walked. He scanned the room quickly, but didn't see it anywhere. He was about to give up, when he spotted something sticking out from under the coffee table. Bending down, Martin picked up the scarf and walked towards Samantha.
She was relieved she wouldn't have to walk around during the cold night with a bare neck, "Thanks," she muttered when he began to wrap it around her neck for her, even though they both knew she was capable of doing this herself. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment after he was done before he lifted her chin and gave her a short, sweet kiss.
"We'd better get going," he whispered and Samantha just nodded, not trusting herself to say a word.
Written by: Anti Darth Ani
A Without a Trace fan-fic.
Chapter I : Missing
Little author's note before I start off with my little pilot chapter. This fan-fic is an actual case fic, but there is some underlying Samantha/Martin stuff. Don't worry, it's nothing too bad, but I just wanted to give you a little heads up.
Also, and I'm only going to say this once because I know how annoying it can became, but I'm a sucker for reviews. If you leave reviews, I tend to update and find more to write about because it really just makes my day. So thanks ahead to all my readers and reviewers (all my hardcore fans) because it makes me smile when I see the review alert in my e-mail.
I've tried to write a fan-fic using the same plot before, but I didn't have any luck. I'm hoping I'm actually finish this one. The missing case is actually based on real life. I'll explain this to you a little later.
Spoilers for season one and two. Takes place after the season two finale.
"Mommy!" Samantha Westfall screamed at the top of her lungs, kicking her feet wildly while trying to get her older brother off of her. "Tell Will to get off of me!!!!" she screeched at the top of her lungs, taking a hold of her brother's hair in one hand and yanking it while she continued to kick him in the general area of his stomach.
"Get off of your sister, William," their father shouted from the kitchen. Will didn't hear a word of this, and if he did, he simply ignored it. He pinned his sister harder to the floor, while his younger brother (Samantha's older brother, Bobby) watched the TV in a daze.
"If she would just give the damn remote back to me…" he was cut off by his father suddenly appearing in the room, yanking him off of his sister. His father popped him one right across the butt before he even realized it. At the age of fourteen, Will found himself too old for a spanking, but his father didn't care. "What have I told you about that nasty mouth of yours, William? I told you it was going to get you in trouble one of these days, didn't I? Didn't I?" he father shouted over the noise of the anime Bobby was watching on TV while Samantha cried, still trying to get a few good kicks in on William.
"It's not my fault!" he insisted, "Samantha being a little bi-" before the word could leave his mouth, his dad was dragging him by his arm, very hard, towards the bedrooms in the back hall. "Stop," Will demanded, pulling against his father's hold. "Let go of me! You're hurting my arm."
"I don't ever want to hear you ever use the b word in this house again, and you don't seem to understand that, so I'm going to make you understand, William." His father continued pulling him towards his son's bedroom.
"I wouldn't have to call her one if she didn't act like one!" Will protested, trying once again to pull himself out of his father's grasp, but to no avail. His father slammed open the bedroom door with such might that it slammed against the wall behind it. William cringed, expecting his baby brother to wake up and start his tormenting cries. What shocked the teenager even more was when he didn't hear a single peep from his brother's crib in the corner of the room.
His father shoved him in the general direction of his bed and went to the baby crib to look at his son. Dinner was almost ready, and his wife had asked him to get the baby ready for dinner, making sure his diaper was clean before setting him in his high chair at the table with everyone else in the family. As he got closer to the crib, his heart fell to his stomach and he immediately knew something was wrong. Covering the last few feet to the crib, he peered over the side and his scream for his wife reverberated throughout the house.
The soothing aroma of lavender filled the entire room as the last candle remained lit while all the other died out. Samantha couldn't help let out a soft giggle when his foot brushed up against hers. His head lifted from its claimed spot on her neck and his eyes looked into hers, "Did I just hear you giggle, Samantha Spade?"
Samantha shrugged, running her hairs through his hair before running down his bare back. "It is likely the sound you just heard coming from between my lips was but a soft giggle. On the other hand, it may have been a mocking laugh directed to you and your ridiculous sense of relaxation."
Martin kissed her jaw leisurely before rolling over on the bed next to her, "I'll have you know many a people find this extremely relaxing," he commented, tucking his hands behind his head and relaxing against the pillows. Samantha raised a single eyebrow and shifted so she was looking back at him, "Are you saying this from experience, Fitzgerald?" she asked in a fake accusing tone.
Before Martin had a chance to answer, his beeper went crazy from where it was sitting on the nightstand. He turned the vibrate on earlier during the night, and now the little piece of plastic was moving around in circles on the nightstand while it vibrated. Martin reached over Samantha and grabbed it off of the table. As he looked at the LCD, Samantha's beeper started moving around too, so she picked it up. "Vivian?" she asked Martin as she looked at the name and the number on her beeper.
"Yeah," he replied, already reaching over the side of the bed and searching around in the darkness for his undershirt he had discarded earlier in the night. Samantha groaned while she put her beeper back down on the nightstand. Of all the nights she needs us to come in, she thought, tossing the comforter aside and getting out of the bed to find her clothes.
They both dressed quickly, Samantha yawning the entire time. She roughly brushed through her hair and put it into a messy ponytail before pulling on her coat and boots. "Hey, Martin, did you see where I put my scarf… earlier," Samantha grinned just thinking about the way they had entered her apartment. Martin walked into the room, pulling his arms through his jacket as he walked. He scanned the room quickly, but didn't see it anywhere. He was about to give up, when he spotted something sticking out from under the coffee table. Bending down, Martin picked up the scarf and walked towards Samantha.
She was relieved she wouldn't have to walk around during the cold night with a bare neck, "Thanks," she muttered when he began to wrap it around her neck for her, even though they both knew she was capable of doing this herself. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment after he was done before he lifted her chin and gave her a short, sweet kiss.
"We'd better get going," he whispered and Samantha just nodded, not trusting herself to say a word.