Chapter 4
Samantha turned to look at Martin after telling her daughter to go out and play. "Why don't I take Gracie, and you just take whoever you want."
Martin nodded working his way around the room looking for someone who may seem like they would know something. He couldn't help but just want to take Yzabella into another room and ask her who her father is. Whoever it was, Martin hoped that he was taking care of Samantha and her daughter accordingly. Though, he knew that if he didn't Danny and the rest of the team would more than likely stand up to the man.
He thought about how Samantha reacted to his news. It seemed like it didn't phase her like it didn't phase anyone he had told when he and Jessica had announced their divorce. He had to admit that they were doomed from the start but even his mother who was an all out fan of Jessica didn't seem to care when he told her. In fact, she seemed to preoccupied to even listen to him when he told her...
"Hello?" Brianda Fitzgerald answered the phone keeping her eye and attention to her grand daughter who stood about ten feet away from her playing with her doll house. She wanted nothing more than to get off the damn phone and spend more time with Yzabella whom Samantha would drop off twice a month to see them. She says that Yzabella needed all the family she could get and since Samantha wasn't so keen on contacting her mother and sister, Martin's family would have to do. Even if he didn't know anything about his daughter.
"Hey mom, it's me," Martin said in a defeated voice. He hadn't known who else to call. Nobody in his old team from New York were answering his phone calls. Not that he expected them to after how he just dumped Samantha in a fashion that wasn't any better than how Jack did years before him.
"Hello, Martin," Brianda replied trying to focus on Martin and what he was about to say. It was so damn hard while Yzabella was running around in her ballet tutu looking very cute and adorable!
"Do... Do you have time to talk?" Martin asked hesitantly sensing his mother's distraction.
"Of course, honey. What's up? How's Jessica?" Brianda asked him motioning for Yzabella to come over to her. A deal that she and the rest of the family had made with Samantha was that they wouldn't tell Martin of Yzabella. For his sake. She had said that she wanted him to move on.
"Oh about that, Mom. I... I think that I'm gonna move back there to the coast," Martin said slowly. He couldn't believe that after all that time he was finally picking up everything and giving up the lie that he had gone back into. He was going to finally leave Jessica to go to the place where he belonged. The place where the woman he dreamed of for every single night was. New York.
"Oh, that's great honey! Where will you and Jessica be staying?" Brianda asked him finally getting Yzabella to look at her and take a few steps her way.
"That's the thing, mom. Me and Jessica, we're... We're divorcing. For real this time," Martin replied. "No more fakes, no more forgetting to sign the papers. This time, it's for real mom. I'm sorry, I know you liked her for me."
"Oh uhm, that's... It's fine Martin, listen I have to go," Brianda said not opting to be short with her son but Yzabella had gone around to her expensive figurine collection. Martin sighed nodding.
"Yzabella, don't!" was the last thing he heard before he hung up.
Samantha looked back glancing at Martin before turning her attention back to Gracie who sat in front of her quietly fidgeting like her mother does when nervous. Gracie looked so much like Elena that Samantha sometimes wondered where Carlos came into the picture. Gracie acted more like Danny and that made it seem like she really was Danny and Elena's biological kid.
"So, Gracie, I know you know Jake McGrath," Samantha said with a small smirk. Gracie loved to confide in Samantha about anything and everything. Things that her mother wouldn't want to her, she tells her Aunt Samantha.
"Yeah, he's missing?" Gracie asked her.
"Yes he is, so, do you where he could be? Anything that would give us something about where he could be?" Samantha asked knowing that Gracie already knew the protocol. She had spent so much time in the bureau with Yzabella for the last couple of years that it was a little ridiculous.
"I don't know, but I remember he use to always mention his mom. He wasn't old enough to remember her when she died but he says that it doesn't matter because it was like he'd see her everywhere," Gracie started. Samantha scribbled down on the paper whatever it was that Gracie was telling her knowing any information is just that, information. "This girl, Stephanie looked like his mom and I think he hooked up with her. All I know is some kid said that Stephanie's dad is an addict."
"What kind of addict?" Samantha asked Gracie.
"He was addicted to weed and crack," Gracie answered thinking back to the 'hearsay' that she hears around the place and around school.
"Is that all you know?" Samantha inquired.
"I know that he was smoking and selling too, recently. But that's just what people are saying. I don't know much after that."
"Alright, so what's Stephanie's last name?"
"I... I don't know, sorry," Gracie said with her head down. Samantha just nodded her head giving her a small smile before going up to Martin and telling him that they should go back into the office and tell everyone what they had found.
"So what do you think happened to him?" Martin asked Samantha as they sat in the car.
"I think he went to the wrong path looking for justice for Coleen," Samantha answered. "He shouldn't have done it. Sold drugs, get lured into all of that. I mean..."
"This case is getting to you, isn't it?" Martin whispered in the air. He wanted nothing but to ask her about her daughter and her newly found life but he couldn't. He didn't think he had the right to do so. He didn't see a wedding ring on her finger though, that had to be something good, right?
"What do you think, Martin?" she replied in a hush tone moments later still trying to focus on driving.
"I think that you shouldn't let this get to you as much, it isn't your fault that he's doing this. He figured out his mother's story, Sam."
"How about you just shut up?" Samantha snapped.
"Why didn't you tell me about Yzabella?" Martin asked her. Samantha looked at him puzzled. He couldn't have figured out that that was his daughter, could he? Impossible! She was so good at keeping everything a secret, and his family had swore to her that they wouldn't tell him.
"Agent Spade, we were expecting you," the big bad wolf – Victor Fitzgerald greeted her as she knocked at the door of his spacious office at the FBI building in downtown Washington DC. There in the office was his wife Brianda. They had called her about a week prior asking her if what was put on her yearly record was correct. If she did in fact have Martin Fitzgerald's child.
"Good morning Director, and Mrs. Fitzgerald," she said awkwardly with the baby carrier in her hand and the baby bag strapped on the opposing shoulder. It was pretty much a nightmare driving from New York City to Washington with Yzabella constantly crying because she as hungry and other things as such.
"Please, it's Brianda and Victor," Brianda spoke up with a smile peering over at the blond hair, blue eyed baby whose eyes were transfixed on her two grandparents.
"Well in that case, it's Samantha," she replied taking a seat. "I'm... not really sure why you guys invited me to come over here this weekend."
"Oh right, well we read your file and were just...curious... to see if it were true or not," Victor spoke up. "If it is, we both want to get to know our grand child. We don't want to miss the opportunity."
"I don't think I could let you do that, I'm sorry," Samantha replied looking down at her baby thinking about how Martin would react if he finds out. The gentleman in him would make him come running to her to help her raise their daughter, but it wouldn't be because of her. He would force himself to love her and to feel just a little something for her because she was the mother of his daughter. Not because he did feel anything for her. She didn't want that, not at all. She wanted him to come back to her at his own accord because he loved her.
Samantha suddenly swerved the car to the other lane going back. She knew where to go. He would go back because he loved her. Yes, that's what would bring the son to his mother. He would go back to where he knew she was last. Where they had found her body. She knew where he was, that's where she found herself after finishing the phone call with her mother.
"Where are we going, Samantha?" Martin asked confused. One minute she was fine and okay with everything the next she was driving like a maniac to God only knows where.
"I know where he is, call up Elena. Tell her to send back up. He's at that spot where her body floated shore. Do you remember? At the Hudson," Samantha explained stepping at the gas. She wanted to get there as soon as possible. She didn't know what could happen if she didn't and she didn't want to take any chances. A boy that age was still unstable. Anyone missing was always unstable.
"And if he's not there?" Martin questioned her.
Samantha shook her head. "He's there, trust me, he's there."
Reviews?
