Author's Note:

No infringement of any kind is implied. I am most grateful for the opportunity to play with the characters of "Without a Trace", especially Martin Fitzgerald. Lillian Rose Anderson and her clan do belong to me, however, so I would appreciate an invitation request if you would like her to come out and play. In addition, there are no real spoilers, unless you haven't heard that Martin is a recovering drug addict (ah, the beauties of a flawed man) and he and Sam are history (which made me very happy and most very upset). (Sorry…guess you know now.)

A word of warning for those unfamiliar with my stories, I do not write for the faint of heart and those under the age of 18 (though I was reading, and writing, this stuff at 14, but I have always been mature for my age) so be warned. I get graphic…very graphic…if that doesn't bother you, enjoy! Oh, and I love reviews, good and bad, but try to be kind. Thx!

It was a hot summer evening when Martin saw the familiar face across the expansive banquet hall. He hadn't seen her in years. Her hair was a little longer, but still as jet black. Her eyes were still as blue. Her radiant features were the same and when he saw her smile he knew it had to be her. "Hi Lily." He smiled as he stood behind her at the bar. "I see you got dragged here as well."

"Oh my God, Martin Fitzgerald!" She spun around and hugged her old friend. "How have you been? Better question, how long has it been?"

"I was still at Quantico and you were at Georgetown Law."

"Wow, that's right." They sat down at a small table as she laughed. "And I think it was at one of these stupid parties our parents insist on getting us invited to. So, what division did you wind up with?"

"Originally, I was with White Collar in Seattle, but I'm now with Missing Persons."

"Oh, Jack Malone's team?"

"Yeah, how'd you guess?"

She pulled out her wallet from her purse and smiled as she flashed her DOJ badge. "I've worked with Jack before, but never knew you were with him."

"Yeah, about five years now. Why didn't you look me up when got to New York?"

"Because I'm based out of D.C. and live in Virginia." She smiled back. "It seems that your AUSA referred him to me because your missing person was working for someone I had under indictment." She touched his hand. "Don't worry, Secret Agent Man, I'd be happy to bother you if they ever transfer me to the Big Apple."

Martin laughed. He'd known Lily for the better part of their lives, their parents becoming close because of the small D.C. community, and they had both always hated politics. Judging from her designer gown and prestigious position, though, she'd learned to master the game.

January 1st found Lily dialing a now familiar cell phone number from her hotel room. "Hey, Secret Agent Man, it's me. I arrived this morning and wanted to take you up on your offer of lunch." She said to his voice mail. "I'm at the Marriott in Room 349."

Martin grinned as he checked his messages. She'd told him after Christmas that she and her team were going to be coming up to New York to interview a potential witness so he offered to take her to around. Though she had said that she didn't know if she would be able to, he cleared his schedule because he knew she would try. "Hey, Tiger Lily." He called her back. "How was your flight?"

"The pilot got us in early, which is always a good thing, but you don't want to hear about that. Where were you when I called?"

"I went for my morning run a little late, but now I'm about to knock on your door."

"Right on time." Lily opened the door and hugged her friend, enjoying the warm embrace she received in return. "So, Agent Fitzgerald, where to first?"

He was admiring her casual wear as he answered. Her white blouse was tailored to hug her beautiful curves and her blue jeans were the same way, accenting her perfectly toned legs and shapely hips. Placing his arm around her shoulders, they walked out to see 'his New York' as she had called it during their frequent phone calls.

As they walked to dinner later that night, Lily clung to her friend's arm, using his warmth, and smiling the same contented smile that had been on her face all day. It hadn't occurred to her how much she enjoyed, and had missed, his company until they'd spent the better part of a day with him. They'd been friendly, maybe even close, when they were younger, but they'd drifted apart until he'd come up to her at the party over the summer. "Please, Martin, tell me we're almost there."

He laughed and pulled her closer. "You're still cold?"

"Yes, I'm still cold. We don't get winter like this in Arlington."

"I don't remember you being a Southern Belle when we were growing up."

"Shut up, Martin, and let's just keep walking." She smirked as he laughed, but, as he wrapped his arm and coat around her, his cell rang, and she felt him sigh. "We can go to dinner before I leave. Business always comes before pleasure."

Answering the offending device, Martin was grateful it was just a paperwork issue. "Come with me and we'll grab dinner after." He could see the hesitation in her beautiful blue eyes. "It'll just be a quick minute."

"As long as you're not going to get in trouble bringing me along."

"You're a legal attaché to Congress, Lily, not an operative for a terrorist organization." She laughed and he hailed a cab. "Hey Sam." Martin greeted the blonde agent as he walked into to bullpen.

Special Agent Samantha Spade watched as Martin walked into the office holding hands with a beautiful raven-haired woman and she fought the jealousy that was rising up in her. "Samantha Spade."

Lily shook the other woman's hand with a smile. "Lily Anderson. I'm an old friend of Martin's."

She wanted to say that he'd never mentioned her, but they weren't dating anymore. It wasn't her concern anymore. "It's nice to meet you. Sorry to have to pull you away from your day with him."

"I'm an attorney down in D.C. I understand what it's like not to have a nine to five."

"Oh, you're visiting for the holiday?"

They sat down at the conference table. "Sort of. I have interviews with a few potential witnesses tomorrow, but decided to come up a day early to spend some time with Martin."

"How long have you two known each other?"

"We met when we were kids, but fell out of touch until about six months ago. I don't know how long that would quantify as." She smiled and leaned closer so she could whisper. "How long did you and he date?"

"About a year." Samantha blushed. "Was it that obvious?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, he and I are just friends. There may still be hope."

"I doubt it." She looked away before standing up and extending her hand. "It was good to meet you, Lily. Enjoy your visit."

Martin took her hand again after finishing his paperwork. "Where are you in the mood for?"

"Wherever you think is the best." She grinned as they walked to the elevator. "I would have dressed better if you had told me you were going to parade me in front of your ex." She laughed as she whispered in his ear.

"You are dressed spectacularly and I didn't know you were being paraded."

The elevator doors closed and she laughed again. "I was being paraded, but that's alright. I don't think you knew that she was going to interrogate me. I just wish you had given me some sort of heads up as to who she was so I could have done a better job of showing Samantha what she threw away."

Martin laughed. "Tiger Lily, you had to do nothing of the sort. Sam and I have been over for over a year. I've moved on."

"She hasn't." She smirked again and kept hold of his hand as they left the building.