It was three o'clock in the morning and Lina Wakefield was just walking through the door. She worked for the FBI in the missing persons division and they had just closed a really big case. She walked into her room and took off her gun and badge, putting them in the night stand. She took a deep breath and walked back into the living room to sit on the couch and maybe watch some TV. She took out her phone, three missed calls and a voicemail from Tom. She sighed. She would call him tomorrow. She put her phone on the table next to the couch and stretched out. She had just gotten comfortable when she heard frantic knocks at her door. She frowned. Who could it be at this time of night? She sighed and got up to go over to the door. She opened it and found one of her colleagues, Martin Fitzgerald, standing there.

"Martin? What are you doing here sweetie? It's three o'clock in the morning!"

He sighed. "I know Lina and I'm so sorry but you were the first one that I thought of."

She could see that his eyes were a little puffy and red.

"Have you been crying?"

He nodded. "Can I p…p…please…" He faltered a little. After a few moments he regained his composure. "Can I please come in?"

She nodded and looked at him worriedly.

"Sure."

She stepped aside to let him in. She led him over to the couch and they both sat down. He put his head in his hands and started to cry. She frowned and hugged him until he stopped.

"Martin. What's wrong?"

"I messed up Lina. I really messed up."

"No sweetie. I'm sure it can't be that bad."

"But it is."

She reached over and tilted his chin up so that he was looking at her.

"We've been through a lot together hun. You know that. You can tell me."

He sighed and they sat in silence for a moment. She frowned.

"Are you on again?"

He shook his head. "No. It's not like that."

"Then what is it? I can't help you if you don't tell me!"

"I…I…"

"Martin you can trust me."

"I slept with a suspect in a murder investigation and she turned out to be a criminal."

Lina was speechless for a moment.

"What happened?"

He looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean with Jack."

"Oh. Jack. He basically assigned me desk duty for six months."

"Six months? Wow."

"Yeah."

He wiped the tears from his face and got up to leave.

"Umm, thanks for letting me come by. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Martin you're in no condition to be driving anywhere. You know that. Look at you. You poor thing!"

She got up and walked over to him. She put her hands on his shoulders.

"You're all bent out of shape and unfocused. That's not good for driving."

He laughed a little, which made her smile.

"You're probably right."

She laughed. "Probably? No. I am right."

They both laughed.

"Stay here. I have an extra bed."

She looked up and all of the sudden they were looking into each other's eyes. And then just like that they were in her bedroom making love. They couldn't keep their hands off each other.

"Martin…we probably…shouldn't be doing this," she said in between kisses.

He held her for a second. "I know. But I can't help it. You're just so beautiful." He ran his hand down her cheek. "And I feel like we were meant to be."

She kissed him again. "Meant to be? Yeah it does kind of feel that way doesn't it?"

They both laughed and started up again.