Title: Trying
Author: Whatchasayiin
Rating: T
Disclaimer: It's still on my wish list.
Summary: Martin breaks up with Samantha, but that isn't the end of his troubles.
Spoiler: Boogie Man.
Author's Note: Okay folks, I posted this on Destined a while ago and had just started working on it again. I got as far as about this first chapter there and I have seven stashed away since I've started working on it recently. Someone just needs to pester me about updating because I get lazy.
Oh, and reviews please (:
Chapter 1
"This is Daisy Thorpe," Jack said placing the photo down on the desk. Martin picks it up and looks at it while Samantha still looks distant and shocked.
"I'll call you from here and give you the details. The both of you need to go upstate for this one," Jack ordered them. Martin looked at Samantha who just... She still seemed out of this world. Jack looked from Samantha to Martin, they were still not moving.
"Is that... A problem?" Jack asked looking at both of them. He half expected them to jump up hearing they would be trapped in a car together and going upstate heading their own investigation. This was the only time that Samantha looked at Martin.
"No, not a problem, just call us with the details," Samantha said taking the folder that Jack brought and walking away. Jack stared hard at Martin wanting to ask what it was that he did to Samantha for her to react like that. Martin just shrugged and followed Samantha out.
"Can I see the files?" Martin asked her as they waited for the elevator to get to their floor and take them down. Samantha shut the folder and shoved it to him. Martin took the file and looked at her.
"Are you gonna ignore me this whole time we are on this case Sam?"
"Samantha, and you know what? While I'm correcting you, you have no right to call me by my first name anymore," she replied getting inside the elevator. And for once, she loved the fact that the news was playing inside the elevator.
"So... Is this how it's gonna be like?" Martin asked looking at Samantha who was fidgeting with something in her pocket. He didn't know what it was, probably... a paper? She looked at his reflection on the metal and sighed turning to him.
"Yes," she said and then turned back around. Truthfully. Samantha hated how this was like. She would rather be inside the bullpen doing never ending paperwork than being stuck with her ex-boyfriend in the elevator for a few seconds. But what can she do really? Life really sucked.
"Any way that can change? Coz you know Sa...You know, I doesn't have to be..."
"It does... Have to be..." she said. Good. He stopped in the middle of saying her name.
It wasn't because she hated him. It wasn't because from now on they would be professional with each other. She forbid him to say her name because he would always say it, pant it, scream it, play with it and all those other things when they were together. If she heard him say it, she was afraid that she might fall deeper in love with him like she already has. Because somehow, whenever he says her name... It's always in his gentle voice, calming and making her confident telling her she's invincible. But most of all, telling her that he loved her. But now... She doesn't wanna hear it like that.
"So let me get this straight. For the rest of the time until one of us transfer or retire or whatever, just for the rest of our lives, it's suppose to be like... THIS with us?" he asked her.
She turned around and looked at him not saying anything but walking out in the parking lot and standing next to the passenger door waiting for him.
He looked at her perplexed. She, Samantha Spade, didn't want to drive and take the opportunity to focus on something else rather than their awkward silence--which he assumed would happen all over and attack them in the car? Damn. Seems like he was right. She really didn't care. But what's with the cold shoulder?
They both got inside the car and by the time they hit the first stop light--which was right outside the parking lot, there have been fifteen sighing, thirteen subtle glances, fifteen thousand heartbeats and one hundred thousand thoughts running through two minds.
"I don't want it to be like this Sam..."
"First of all, you lost ALL the right to call me SAM. You also lost all the right to call me SAMANTHA so from now on it will be AGENT SPADE, secondly, THIS, you don't get a say about THIS anymore okay? You ended THIS and if that wasn't clear enough that you did, I will tell you again. THIS is how it's going to be with you and me. YOU don't get a say in it..."
"And once again, something else I don't get a say in..." Martin muttered under his breath. A part of him wanted Samantha to hear that but a part oh him didn't but Samantha's reply after that would decide it.
"What? Are you implying that... You know what? I... Starting now, don't talk about us every being Samantha and Martin. As far as it goes, Samantha and Martin were never Samantha and Martin,"
"That wouldn't be to hard to do considering only about 5 people knew that there was a Samantha and Martin," Martin retorted. Samantha ignored his comment and reached for the radio turning it on. But she suddenly wish she hadn't...
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