My very first WAT story! Law & Order SVU and Third Watch are my usual fanfic stomping grounds, but this past summer I got ridiculously hooked on WAT (and Eric and Enrique…woo!). I think I have watched enough epis to try my hand at WAT fiction.
I don't own any of these characters, but I am wishing for an Eric and an Enrique for Christmas.
Chapter 1Samantha wiped the moisture from her forehead and blew out a breath. Her heart was beating quickly and she could feel the cold air as it dried the beads of sweat sprinkled on her body. She felt the bed shift beside her and slowly turned her head to the side. Her companion was pushing himself off of the bed with much effort. Stumbling in the dark, he located first one shoe, then the second one, cramming his huge feet into them hurriedly. He realized too late he had forgotten to put on his pants first, cursing loudly.
Bored yet somewhat still amused with her companion's movements, Samantha turned her head towards the window, away from his antics, reaching up with her slender hand to part the blinds and stare into the smoky night of the city. She always liked the night, finding comfort in the mysteries of the dark.
"Ummm, ummm…thanks for the time…umm…"
"Dawn," Samantha said easily.
"Yeah, that was so fucking good Dawn," he leered. He reached down and grabbed her exposed breast, squeezing it painfully. Samantha took a sharp intake of breath but ignored the gesture. She was used to pain, welcomed it more often than not.
"Can you find your way out?" she asked lazily, making no move to assist.
He whistled and turned and left the room. A moment later, Samantha heard the apartment door slam shut. She quickly glanced at the clock, calculating she had a mere three hours to rest up before she had to report to work.
Samantha curled up on her side, feeling the sleep overtake her.
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"Earth to Sa-maaan-tha," Danny sang.
Samantha looked up sharply. Across the pen Danny sat slouched in his chair, arm slung casually across the back, a hint of mischief playing on his features. She felt a pleasant stirring in her stomach and mentally pushed it back.
"Ye, yeah. What?" she stammered.
Danny cocked his eyebrow. "What's his name?"
"Excuse me?"
"What's his name," Danny repeated, pushing himself to a standing position. He swaggered over to the table where Samantha was sitting. She loved that swagger, the way he carried himself. It always made her think of a young Al Pacino, full of confidence, humor and sex appeal.
"You've been staring at that print-out for over ten minutes, and I have the feeling that you can't tell me one thing you just read," he said in a low, mock conspiratorial tone.
Samantha laughed. "Guilty," she said in her customary slow, soft voice. "I'm a little on the tired side today."
"Oh, then you must tell me who he is," Danny laughed, plopping down into the chair next to her.
Samantha straightened up, her forehead wrinkling. "I, I, no," she said flustered. "There isn't anyone, I just got to bed late that's all."
"Mmmmm," he laughed.
"You weren't there so you know I am telling the truth?" she shot back, before she could restrain herself. She could feel a blush rising on her cheeks. She started to busily rearrange her files, trying to cover her embarrassment. "There isn't anyone right now."
Danny reached out and stilled her hand. Samantha looked up, startled. "We could take care of that you know," he said softly.
They stared at each other, Danny's hand still firmly placed on top of Samantha's.
"Hey you guys."
Both agents shot up, breaking the intense gaze. Vivian was fervently reading one of her files, pretending to not notice the private display. So typical of Vivian, Samantha thought. Even though she was perhaps the most observant and keen agent on the team, she always made it a point to stay out of everyone's business, with maybe the exception of Jack. Samantha felt a spark of annoyance at the thought of Jack.
"What's up Viv?" Danny asked, returning to his desk.
"Well, we got a hit on the cell phone lugs…" Vivian trailed off, heading to the board. "It would seem that Ms. Wallace made a call at 7:02 p.m. to a cloned cell phone. The techs have it concentrated in this area of Queens," she finished, tacking pushpins around the target area.
"7:02….that's roughly four hours before she disappeared," Samantha stated. "Maybe her father wasn't the last one to have contact with her."
"Looks that way," Vivian agreed.
Jennifer Wallace, a fifth grade teacher from Staten Island had gone missing more than 33 hour ago. By all accounts her life seemed to be on the up and up, except for random unexplained weekend trips, and a cushy savings account that suggested that teaching wasn't her only source of income.
"Danny, why don't you start talking to some of her father's friends and associates." Danny nodded assent, grabbing his coat. "Sam, you and I will go back to the school, see if we can get more information out of her co-workers."
"Sure." Danny and Samantha shared one last look before parting ways.