Disclaimer: I do not own Without a Trace or any of the characters.

Note: This was a little idea I had I hope you like it. There's MartinSam and JackSam so no gets left out but I haven't decided on an ending yet so…

Contains season 1 spoilers but season 2 or 3 never happen as far as this story is concerned.

As I said I hope you like it! Please review because it means so much to me and I value your insight. Thanks!

My name is Samantha Spade. I'm 32, I live in New York City and I'm an FBI Agent.

Right now my best friend, Danny Taylor, isn't talking to me because he found out I'm sleeping with our co-worker Martin Fitzgerald.

Ok, well not just that, he found out I'm sleeping with our boss, Jack Malone, at the same time.

Dangerous territory you say? You've got no idea. Did I mention that's Jack's married with children?

Oh wait, there not my biggest problem. My biggest problem is that I'm most probably pregnant as I skipped my last 2 periods. I know I should take a test but I can't bring myself to do it.

You wanna know how I got myself into this mess? Ok, here it goes…

It was about 4 years ago, before Martin joined our team, I had stayed late to do paperwork and then I looked up and saw Jack's desk light was on.

As I entered his office he looked up and smiled then turned back to his paperwork I sat down at the chair on the other side of his desk and steadied his hand to stop him writing. He took both of my hands in his and just looked at me.

Now next I took a risk, I leaned across the desk and locked my lips with his. He responded instantly and it felt like the most natural thing in the world, you know.

I broke the kiss and went round to his side of the desk. He stood and whispered "We can't do this here" in my ear. I pulled him into me and kissed him some more before whispering "My place" in his ear.

I figured 'leave him wanting more' so with that I walked out and drove home as fast as I could. Jack knew where mine was n followed a little later.

I was so nervous he wouldn't turn up or he would and then we'd start kissing again and when we turned it up notch he'd go all guilty and leave. But he didn't and he was amazing, if you know what I mean.

We crept around for about 5 months after but then one night I invited him over to mine again and he said he couldn't. That he was hurting his family and couldn't live with that. I told him "Fine." but it wasn't. I was heartbroken. Never let him know that though or anyone else.

Then about a year after he ended the 'affair' all our feelings got thrown up in the air again. First when Jack was subject to an OPR investigation. They asked me if anything happened between us and I told them no. Nothing came out of that.

A couple of weeks after OPR were sniffing around we had a ransom drop-off go bad. I was supposed to be covering if anything went wrong but it didn't go down that way. Before I knew it I knew it this guy, Richard, was reaching for the gun I'd stashed. The hostage taker, Barry, saw and then bullets started flying around; one hit me in my leg.

I was losing blood really quickly and was in a critical condition. Then I hear Jack shouting from outside the doors that he wants to trade himself for me. Barry eventually agreed and it really all seems like a blur but I remember Jack carrying me out of the bookstore and placing me on a bench. He saved my life

That whole experience made me realise I loved Jack and for some reason made Jack realise he needed to be with his family. He didn't come and visit me once in hospital and was really cold to me when I went back to work.

The Jack saga doesn't end there but I'll tell you a bit about Martin Fitzgerald first…

TBC..

Hope it's ok. I'll update soon.