5.49 : Sam: Waking up has never been my favourite part of the day, so when I heard my cell phone ring, I had this desire to pick it up and thrown it to pieces.

The only thing that stopped me from doing that was that I actually liked this cell phone, there had always been something wrong with the cell phones I had until this one came in hand reach. Still debating whether I should pick it up or if I shouldn't I already threw a look at it and I noticed that what I was fearing was true, unless Vivian had suddenly this unwelcome desire to call me up at six in the morning to have a nice chat, it was work, a call to say that some idiot called a missing in at night. Seeing that this was the job that I chose to do I sighed one more time and picked it up.

Not more then twenty minutes later I already sat in my car on my way to work.

The time that I needed to get ready in the morning, had remarkably decreased since the day that I took this job.

It took me exactly two minutes to eat, and fifteen minutes in the bathroom and I was ready. And I was proud of that because there had been a time that I would be standing in the bathroom for more then an hour daily.

I was not really in the mood to get to work and the early hour wasn't the only thing that caused that, no. My work included colleagues and colleagues included Martin and Martin included weird feelings and a desire to or ignore him for the rest of my life, which would be a bit hard, or tell him how a feel, but I knew that I would never be really ready for that.

I had built a friendship with him over the years past our relationship, a new and strong one, but I still found it uncomfortable. The problem was that my feelings had actually never left past relationship, even worse they had increased.

So by seeing him every day, and talking to him and not being able to just feel him, his touch, his lips, it had become harder with the day.

I also knew that Martin couldn't be single forever and that one of these days he would find a new girlfriend and that would shatter my heart in pieces another reason to tell him my feelings.

I knew that telling him about it was actually necessary but I had no clue how I should do it, I couldn't just walk up to him and say. "An interesting case he, and by the way I still love. Well, I guess I see you later." No that was wrong, so wrong. But he was giving me this weird looks lately, he sensed that there was something wrong and that he ,on some kind of way had something to do with that. Martin's ability to feel it when I was sad or scared or angry or something like that, was also something that hadn't left past relationship, and although I had found it incredibly handy and nice then, now it was only bugging me.

Walking up to the bullpen I was still so lost in thoughts that I bumped to at least two persons. They both had thrown me a weird look and I had mumbled something that relied to sorry and had continued walking. When I walked in the bullpen I noticed the picture of a handsome man on the white board and Danny, Jack and Vivian already sitting at the table.

I also went to sit down, put my thoughts about Martin in the back of my head and looked closely at the picture of the man.

"Good morning to you." Danny said a bit irritated. He didn't like it to be ignored.

"I'm sorry. I just don't like waking up before six." I said, smiling at him as an apology.

"Same here." Danny answered.

"So what have we got?" I asked, turning my attention to Jack and also sending him a smile as a greeting sign.

"He's not telling and he's a bit moody, so watch out what you say." Danny whispered in my ear, causing me to chuckle and Jack to look irritated.

"That is Jack Harrison. Very rich and only sun of Ford Harrison." Jack said, and Danny let out a sigh.

"Why does he always do that." He whispered.

"Maybe because he likes me more then he likes you." I whisper back, but loud enough for Jack and Vivian to hear.

"Where stays Martin?" Jack said as he looked at his watch. "I said that he had to be here at 6.30."

"Wow, that makes him at least two minutes late." Danny said as he also glanced at his watch.

Jack had this thing about being late. We all knew it, and we all had trouble with it. It seemed that Vivian was the only one who was always on time and because of that never had an angry Jack on her back.

For the rest of us was five minutes late, not late but for Jack it was a disaster. It could put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day, and seeing that I really had no desire to have an angry Jack the whole day I hoped that Martin would soon arrive.

And yes there he was, smiling and obviously the most wake one of us all. He wore that beautiful jeans that I once said that he should by and God, did he look good in that or what?

"Sorry I'm late." He said to Jack. "Some moron, had a rough night and on his way to home caused an accident. I really think there should be some rule: 'An FBI-agent is going to work, yeah we all know it's a stupid hour, but please if you want to crash your car, do it at the sight of the road.' But since that rule doesn't exist I'm exactly three minutes and some seconds late." He continued and we all had to laugh except Jack when he had heard the last part.

"You could've called." He said.

"Common Jack, you've got to be kidding for three minutes?" Martin said.

"Well…" Jack again started but we all knew he had lost the fight, not that we ever thought differently.

"And by the way, I'm not even the last one." Martin said, as I saw his look passing over the table, stopping for a few seconds when he met my eyes and continuing further until it ended with Jack. "Where's Elena?" He asked, and I also suddenly realised she wasn't there. Wow, I'm being the good girlfriend. I thought although I also blamed it because my thoughts were too preoccupied by someone else.

"She has taken some days off. Her uncle died and she travelled to Spain for his funeral." Jack said.

"So we've got Jack Harrison, the only possible inheritor of the Harrison company."

"You mean like the Harrison company as in the?" Danny interrupted him, with a very enthusiastic voice, of course we all new the Harrison company, they were one of the biggest electronics companies in whole America. Danny, who found everything that on some kind a way had something to do with computers fascinating, had of course a little obsession on such kind of companies.

"Yes, Danny it is 'the'! He's thirty-two years old and disappeared six hours ago on his way to a meeting. The doorman saw him leaving his apartment but he never arrived on his meeting. He's a very rich guy so…"

"And very handsome." I added, I had already noticed his beautiful green piercing eyes and his smile and all. I heard a laugh and I saw that I was apparently not the only one who had noticed that, Vivian had also a very big smile plastered on her face.

"So, it seems that he's also handsome, but further on the useful information. Like I said he was on his way to a meeting on midnight and because of his rich dome it could be for ransom."

"A meeting at midnight?" I asked. "Why would someone go to a meeting at midnight?" Although that even I left the office past ten, it seemed impossible for me, that someone would still be busy with his work at 12 o'clock.

"We don't know, so that's what you're going to find out. I'm gonna send you and Danny to George Finn. He was the guy who arranged the meeting and he started working at five so he should be at his working place." Jack said, underlining the five, so that we would know there were people who had to go to work earlier then us.

I send him a special annoyed look of my own, while I noticed that Danny had remained silent, he stood frozen and had turned rather pale.

"Danny?" I questioned, trying to catch his look, to see what he was thinking? "Do you know the guy?" I asked looking at him curiously.

He looked as if he had seen his worst enemy passing by.

"Yeah, I know the guy, my brother sat with him in jail, and trust me, that's not the guy you want to fight with." He said, and seeing that he never shared anything about his brother, the guy had to be something special, which made me lose less pleasure that I was given the task.

"I take it you have seen the guy?" Jack asked.

"Yes, and trust, I don't want to see that man ever again, and I know he feels the same." Danny replied.

"Ok, Martin." Jack said, turning his attention to him. "You're going with Sam."

Danny's head snapped up and the way he looked, told me that he didn't agree with that. Was it the fact that I was going with Martin, I maybe had told Danny some hints to the fact that I still loved Martin, or was it the fact that I was going to that George guy?

"Watch your back." He whispered in my ear, nodding towards Martin who had already took his jacket and left, probably thinking that I was following him. "For Martin or for George," I whispered back and I noticed how Jack turned his attention.

"Both." He whispered, causing me to have goose pumps over my back.

Who was this George Finn guy, what did he do causing Danny to be that suspicious of him? I grabbed my own jacked and almost ran out of the office.