Here is what I think should have happened at the end of Manhunt. Thought it up will fast so sorry for the mistakes. As always don't own them (Still not happy with that), so read and review for fun. This is Sam's point of view the next one is Martin's tried to keep the dialogue the same sorry if it's a little messed up. As always best wishes.
She had seen Martin go in to talk to Jack, so she pulled out some paperwork and waited. They needed to talk, she knew that but she was dreading it also. It was going to cause so many things to come back that she just wanted to forget, but she also knew that in order to save her and Martin she was going to have to relive them.
She barely caught him walking out. Grabbing her jacket she ran to catch up with him, "Martin wait." She grabbed his arm outside.
"What Sam. I'm tired and want to go home."
"Are you alright?" She knew she was stalling but it might keep him there for a few minutes longer so she could collect her thoughts.
He shrugged. "Yes, no." She knew that the yes meant the case no for them.
"Martin we need to talk."
"Sam."
"Please." He nodded and they walked to their favorite café and sat in a booth. " I figured you'd be hungry." She said with a small tentative smile. He shrugged. They ordered then sat in silence.
"Jack knows Sam."
Surprised it didn't bother her she shrugged. "Good."
Martin looked up at her surprised. "Good? Really? After this morning I figured you'd be a wreck."
She toyed with the glass of tea in front of her. "I would have been." She took a deep breath. "Martin I haven't told you about myself for a reason. It's something I'd much rather forget and not burden other people with my problems."
"It wouldn't be a burden Sam." Martin looked at her concerned.
She nodded. "I know that now. But it still scares me Martin. Anyone I've ever tried to tell just either didn't want to hear it or left because of it. I didn't have the picture perfect childhood."
"Who ever does?"
With that she laughed. "Martin, my father left when I was five. I never had any type of relationships with a father figure like a girl should. I thought I found that in Jack but only managed to get myself into trouble." She had seen him tighten at the mention of Jack. "So when I found myself wanting to talk to you. To work through things, and go public I panicked. Afraid that I'd ruin it like I had so many others." She wiped away the tears that began to fall down her cheeks. "I want this to work Martin. I don't want it to be like all the others. I want people to know I want a relationship not just a thing."
She felt him slide in beside her and wrap his arms around her. "This is a start." He said quietly feeling her bury her face in his chest while trying to control the sobs.
"Really? You want to give it another try?"
"Well." He said tentatively. "We haven't actually broken up or anything so I would say this is just working out the bumps."
Sam snuggled down beside him in the booth. "Martin?'
"Hmm."
"Do you still have those tickets?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Wednesday right?" A nod from Martin. "I'll make sure to be ready. Can't say I've ever been to a basketball game before."