I'm a big fan of Without a trace, but I'm an even bigger fan of Samantha and Martin, so it's painful for me to watch Wat most of the times, although that's not entirely true, I do still enjoy the serie, I could just enjoy it more, if they would just put them back together ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Wat, nor any of the characters, except the ones that I made up of course.
This story starts right after 3x14: Neither rain or sleet.
Shortly said, it's the episode where Danny finds out about Sam and Martin, where Martin shows a first sign of wanting to stop with the secrecy, and where Rosie Diaz, was the missing person, who turned up dead, after her brother found that she did not help him enough.
I hope you'll enjoy this:
The Missing Persons Squad of the FBI break-up
Chapter 1: The possible break-up
Friday: 10 pm
"I don't understand why it would be such a big deal if we let the team know?" Martin told Samantha, as he and his girlfriend had, like predicted, resumed the conversation that they had left open at the office.
"If it's not a big deal, then why do you so desperately want them to know?" She questioned him back, not knowing how to answer that question to Martin's satisfaction, so avoiding answering it.
"Because I want to know where I stand, Sam. We've been dating for what … three months? Or wait, dating? Are we even dating? Or is this just sleeping together?"
She sighed deeply and he noticed that. "No." She replied after a while, just at the moment, where the lack of response made Martin believe that that was really what this meant for her.
"No?" He repeated. "Really?" He questioned, as he went to sit down besides her on the couch again, but then immediately stood up again. "Then what are we?"
"I like you, I like you a lot." She said. "I just, … why does the team have to know about us?"
"Because I want to be able to walk into the office together, to be able to not having to get weird looks every time, I express worry, or even something else about you against someone else of the team. I want to take you out to dinner, a date, without having the check five times if there really is no chance of stumbling into someone of the office. I want to be able to tell my family, that their ever being single son is not single anymore, so my mom can stop setting me up, with other women." He said, and she looked down, not replying to that. "But then I guess, that doesn't mean anything to you."
"What if we tell the team? What if we tell them and that goes well for a while and then we don't work out? They all will never let that go, it'll hang down on us forever." She replied to him, while she stood up too, not being able to handle his staring gaze down on her, and she looked into his eyes.
"So it's the team? What about us? I'm sorry to say this, Sam, but if we break up, I'm not sure if I'll be able to forget that so soon, I don't know if it'll really effect our work, but I won't be able to pretend like it never happened."
"You're right." She replied, seeing her best excuse she could find, easily thrown off by Martin, but what was she supposed to say to him? That she had an already ruined reputation, that would, by putting this in the spot light, get only uglier? Or that she was so used to having secrecy, that she was afraid that she couldn't have a normal relationship anymore? Or that by starting something with him, she had guessed Martin himself, to being less the wonderful man that he had turned out to be, and him to want this to be a secret too? At the end, he knew she had had an affair with Jack. "It's just …"
"Is it the thrill? The secrecy thrill? You learned that with Jack, and now you just can't stop?" He questioned, while her head shot up by hearing Jack's name, and he suddenly felt like he understood. "Oh, I guess I just said the forbidden word, right? Was I supposed to never ever mention your ex?"
"This has nothing to do with Jack." Sam told him, but he didn't really listen to that, his detective mind had started working, coming up with a theory, the explanation for all of this for him, been thrown out of the air, and it just fit.
"This has everything to do with Jack. You don't want to tell the team, because that includes Jack right? You don't want to tell Jack, because you don't want him to think that you moved on."
"You think you've got it all figured out do you?" She replied, her eyes fuming, unhappy by the accusations he made, but even more unhappy, by the fact that she had given him not enough proof to make him see that he was not true.
"I think you screwed me to get over Jack. And then when I made it clear to you that I didn't want this to be a one night thing, you just went along, hoping that I could make you move on." Martin yelled, and Sam stumbled back, shocked by his outburst, angry by his outburst, disappointed by his outburst, but most of all, confused by his outburst, because she couldn't deny that part of that was true, only she really fell for him on the way.
"Martin." She whispered, but he didn't hear her, he was just getting started.
"I'm not good enough am I? Although I love you, although I treat you better, although I can give you a future, although we've got a shot at something really good, you'd rather have a destructive and illegal relationship with Jack, don't you?"
"That's not true." She whispered, but yet again, he didn't seem to hear her, and for the first time in their relationship, she realised she had gotten deeper to him then she had first intended, ever intended, actually. She realised finally, how much their secrecy, had really been hurting Martin.
"I can't pretend anymore that you're mine, when you're obviously not." Martin said, speaking this sentence much calmer, portraying more of his hurt inside of it.
"I…" She did not know what to say, nor what to do, only that sexual contact would not solve it this time, like it had always done. She touched her cheek when it started tickling, and only then she noticed she was crying.
"I can't pretend anymore that you want to be with me, when you obviously still love Jack." Martin finished, and her head shot up by that, but she didn't have to strength to yell NO the hardest that she could. He would not believe it, and she didn't even believe it herself.
Was it possible that all the relationships she had had in the past two years, did not work out, just because she still loved Jack? Was she kidding herself by thinking that she got over him?
"I'm gonna go." She said, picking up her bag, avoiding any contact with Martin as she passed him in a wide bow, and almost run out of his apartment, trying to keep the tears from dropping down as she did, who was she fooling anyway, she couldn't be crying about Martin, right?
