It was a quiet day at work. No one has been called missing, so everyone was loitering around the bullpen and catching up on paperwork.
Paperwork. Samantha hated paperwork. It was right up there with politics, criminals, and unsolvable cases. She has been sitting at the conference table, scribbling non-stop with her pen, for at least 5 hours. And yet, the stack of folders still looked the same height she started with. Finishing up her current file, she threw down her pen, and covered her face with her hands while letting out a groan of frustration.
She heard footsteps and someone taking a seat opposite her on the table. Looking up at the person, she smiled for the first time that whole day. It's amazing how this man could put a smile on her face by just being near her. Who can resist those adorable dimples of Martin Fitzgerald?
"Hey college girl. Working hard?" She let out a soft chuckle.
"Oh yea. I just love paperwork, don't you?" His eyes scrunched a little as he smirked his infamous lopsided boyish smirk.
"You hungry? I'm starved. All this paperwork really takes a toll on you after a while."
If it were possible, the smile on her face grew even larger. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you suggesting something, Agent Fitzgerald?"
"Hmm…as a matter of fact, Agent Spade, I am."
"Oh really? And what is it that you are suggesting, sir?"
"Well, I was thinking maybe, you know, just maybe, I could take this beautiful woman in front of me out for lunch."
"I don't know. I think she's fairly busy," she said, nodding her head at the big pile of paperwork in front of her.
"Oh well, that's a shame. I guess I'll just have to eat alone then."
"Now that you put it that way…" He raised his eyebrows as he waited for her to finish. "There's nothing worse than a beautiful man eating alone."
At this, his boyish smirk turned into a full grin. Their eyes locked as they remembered the night when she asked him for a drink. Which then lead to many other similar nights, where they drank and spoke whatever was on their minds.
"So, are you ready to go?" He asked, still keeping the eye contact."Yea," she breathed out, just above a whisper.
"You know, when people say they're ready to go, they usually go." They broke their eye contact, and turned to look at Danny, who of course, had the biggest smirk on.
"Shut up, Danny." Samantha rolled her eyes at him. She turned back to Martin and said, "Let's go."
Though it was only the middle of the fall season, it was already relatively chilly. Samantha and Martin put on their jackets to shield them from the harsh New York City chill. They got to the parking lot and quickly reached Martin's car. Being a perfect gentleman, he opened the passenger side door for her. Just before getting in the car, Martin planted his lips onto Samantha's for a soft yet passionate kiss. They continued kissing for about a minute, until they heard a growl from Samantha's stomach. Sharing a laugh and another quick kiss, they got into the car and drove away from the FBI building.