It's Monday morning again and after a much longed for and needed weekend off the team arrives back in the office, fully refreshed and re-energized. It's only after a few minutes that Martin notices one of the team is missing. "Has anyone seen Samantha?" He calls out.

Danny shakes his head, as does Viv. Jack appears from his office, "She's got a few days personal leave." His low voice boomed across the office.

"Is she all right?" Martin asked, sounding concerned. He hadn't heard from her all weekend.

"As far as I know she is all right. She just said she needed a few days. Now I know everyone has had a lovely weekend but I am afraid it's back to business. Walter Knox, now missing for 24 hours." Jack placed the photo of the middle-aged man on the board. "He never came home from work yesterday morning."

"And the wife waited 24 hours before reporting it. Take it there is no love lost there." Danny joked.

"Danny, don't speculate. Mrs Knox thought he had gone on a fishing trip with a few of his mates from work. When he didn't appear home last night she called his friends who told her they hadn't seen him. She reported it at midnight. Night shift took some details but not enough. Martin, Viv I want you guys to go to his home and get everything you can on him."

Martin hadn't been listening to Jack. He was too busy thinking of Samantha. She had seemed all right on Friday when she left and usually if they were off at the weekend she would call him and they would do something. He really liked the blonde-haired agent, he only wished he could tell her how he really felt about her.

He felt a shake of his shoulder. Looking up he could see Viv standing over him. "You ready?" She asked, knowing he hadn't been listening.

"Eh, yeah." He hoped that no one else had noticed he hadn't been listening.

The team were sitting celebrating on Wednesday lunchtime. They had safely found Walter Knox and returned him to his grateful wife and children. He had been kidnapped by a mafia type gang in connection with something he had done as a teenager. Everyone was happy. I was nice to get a good result every now and then.

While they were sitting Van Doren appeared from her office up stairs. She stood at the top of the meeting table. "Congratulations on the Knox case. Good work all round." She spoke, it wasn't often they heard that kind of compliment from her. "You worked well with out Agent Spade and you will have to continue for another week."

Martin looked at his superior. "What do you mean?"

"Agent Spade has extended her personal leave and before you ask no I don't know why. I trust Agent Spade and know she would talk if she needed too." With that Van Doren left the bullpen.

Martin glanced around at his fellow agents. No one else seemed to be as upset by this. Then again who else had the feelings he had for her.

The following Wednesday morning, Martin arrived at work early. He wanted to get a head start on his paperwork before another case showed up on the table. Walking into the office he could see Samantha sitting at her desk. "Samantha, your back."

He had startled her when he spoke. She looked up quickly before turning back to whatever it was she was up to. "Yeah." She answered quickly.

"You okay?" Martin sounded concerned. Just by looking at her he knew that everything was not okay. She had lost weight, a significant amount in a week for him to notice. She looked lost within herself. The sparkle that used to sit in her eyes was gone.

"Eh, yeah. Sorry I didn't get back to you I had some..." She paused. "...thing to do." Was all she committed herself to say? Her voice was so unsure of itself. Not like Samantha at all.

They were interrupted by everyone coming in to start their day. No one else commented on how ill Samantha looked only Martin did. He watched her like a hawk the entire day wondering just what she had been up too. Why wouldn't she let him help her? Then again that was Samantha, always stubborn and not letting anyone help.