A/N: This story is set just as they started their affair, so actually prior to the pilot episode. It was written very quickly so I hope it makes sense, please be kind! Thanks go to Diane for her super quick work as usual.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show, unfortunately. The lyrics used in the story were written and performed by The Carpenters, no copyright infringement intended.

Rating: T

Rainy Days And Mondays

by

littleguinea

Sam woke to the sound of rain tapping gently on her apartment window. She knew it was Sunday. The warm, naked body lying next to her was the biggest giveaway-that and the fact that her alarm clock wasn't waking her up at an obscenely early hour of the morning.

She turned over, rested her head on her forearm and gazed out of the window. The rain was hitting the glass with far more purpose now. Irritatingly the words of a song kept playing over in her head, but she couldn't put a name to it.

Maria and the girls had taken to visiting Maria's ailing mother every other weekend. So Jack had decided to take advantage of that fact and stay over at Sam's apartment on the Saturday nights.

Sam wasn't going to complain. Sunday mornings were usually a mixture of excitement, sex and sweat and eventually a feeling of mutually satisfied exhaustion.

Today, though, Sam couldn't help but feel down. Maybe it was the rain. Or maybe it was the fact that she knew he would packing his hold-all after breakfast and leaving her again to go back to his wife.

Hangin' around, nothing to do but frown…

They hadn't long been seeing each other outside work, but Sam was concerned at how easily she had fallen for Jack.

When they were together at the FBI headquarters, she had to be careful not to throw him too many glances or smiles, just in case they were found out. She suspected that Viv already knew because her holier-than-thou look, every time Sam came out of Jack's office, was more than a little unsettling.

Sam had even thought about requesting a transfer to make things easier, she didn't feel like she fitted in any more, it was all too… messy.

Sometimes I'd like to quit, nothing ever seems to fit…

She felt guilty about his daughters because she couldn't help but hope that Jack would eventually drift further away from Maria. And if she had already left the FBI, then that would make things easier… wouldn't it?

But if she left, would Jack still be interested in her?

Her mind snapped back to the present as she concentrated on the raindrops jumping and dancing on the windowpane.

What I got they used to call the blues…

Yep, she certainly did feel blue today.

Jack had now turned round and she felt the hairs on his chest brush across her shoulders, the heat from his groin rub against the small of her back. His arm crept slowly over her waist, fingers trailed lazily across her stomach. She could tell he was half asleep as he abruptly stopped his exploration, and she heard his breathing become heavier and more rhythmic once again. His hot breath left a moist trace on her neck.

She turned now to look at him.

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you…

God he was so handsome.

She really never stood a chance of resisting his advances, not that it had all been one way. From the moment Sam had secured her position within Jack's team, she'd been physically attracted to him. Ashamedly, she'd found herself imagining what it would be like to make love to him.

Obviously she knew he was married and she'd never ever thought that she would become anyone's "other" woman. Jack Malone was different, though; he commanded a presence that was unimaginably difficult to resist.

They'd flirted with each other from the word go it seemed. She even suspected that he was coming on to her during her induction interview, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.

Suddenly Sam realised that Jack was awake and staring inquisitively into her eyes.

"Hey," he whispered.

"I thought you were still asleep," she replied.

"I can't stay asleep very long like this," he smirked and as he raised the sheets, she could see that as per usual he was ready for action.

"You are unbelievable, Jack Malone," she quipped.

"I know, but that's why you love me… isn't it?" came his sarcastic and yet surprising reply.

"Is that what this is, Jack?"

He mumbled an indecipherable reply as he buried his head in her hair and started to tug at her ear lobe. Right on cue the goose bumps appeared on her skin and she tingled all over in anticipation of yet more mind-blowing sex with the man lying next to her, which should have been way off limits.

Despite all the inner conflict that their relationship was causing her, she found herself succumbing to him once again.

The rain kept on pouring, becoming stronger and stronger as if setting the pace for their frantic lovemaking.

Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do, to run and find the one who loves me…

Finally, they lay beside each other, spent on the bed, beads of sweat dripped down Jack's back.

"I better get a shower," he said despondently.

"Okay, I'll make you some breakfast before you get going," Sam sighed.

She put on her robe and went into the kitchen to make them something to eat. She could hear Jack in the shower, washing away any evidence of their lovemaking. Washing her away.

Breakfast was consumed in silence, and Sam knew that Jack could sense her melancholy mood.

What I feel is come and gone before, no need to talk it out, we know what it's all about…

Having packed his bag, Jack turned to Sam and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"I'm sorry but I have to go. Maria will be back by lunch time and…" Jack's words were silenced as Sam placed her finger delicately over his lips and then she kissed him firmly before opening the apartment door.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow, okay?" he said.

"Okay," was all that Sam could manage.

The door shut and she was alone once again.

Hangin' around nothing to do but frown…

The rain continued for the rest of that day and Sam took herself off to bed early. She wondered what Jack would be doing now? Playing with his girls or playing at being a good husband with Maria.

Her mood certainly hadn't lifted and she hoped that a new day would bring with it a new frame of mind.

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Same woke to the sound of rain lashing against her apartment window. She knew it was Monday. There was no warm, naked body beside her and her alarm clock had suffered irreparable damage as she had flung it across the other side of her bedroom.

After showering and then eating a rushed breakfast, she made her way to the office.

She walked towards the bullpen and was stopped in her tracks by the sound of Jack's voice.

"Good Morning, Agent Spade," said Jack in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"Is it?" she asked walking straight past, tired that it was business as usual once again. Back to reality.

He raised an eyebrow, "Is everything okay, Sam?"

Sam turned, and then she remembered. "Rainy days and Mondays always get me down, Agent Malone," she shouted over her shoulder.