Warning: The following chapters deals with rape.

AAlso, posted below is chapters 9-12

Disclaimer: I don't own the show, story or characters. I don't own much of anything besides my laptop.


Chapter 9

She woke up into the aroma of something strange. Something... A scent familiar to her, yet so strange. It was the scent that rich old Wall Street brokers carried with them everywhere. It was the scent that she always imagined Victor Fitzgerald to wear. But what would he be doing there? What would he be doing here and not at the wedding? Wasn't he at least invited. She smirked inwardly. Seems she wasn't the only one with the problem with him.

"I was wondering when you'd wake," his voice rang through the room.

Sam opened her eyes and looked up seeing him right there. He was sitting on the computer chair pulled right next to where she was sleeping. But why?

"You look amazingly beautiful when you sleep," he commented. That alone sent shivers up and down Sam's spine. It wasn't the same shiver that Martin sent up her body every time their eyes would meet. It was a shiver of fear; something in the back of her mind had a hint of what was happened. But she shook it off; she promised herself and Martin that she would stop being a "glass half empty" person.

"Not that you aren't breathtakingly beautiful when you're awake or anything,"

She seemed to have lost her voice. "What... What are you doing here?"

"Here? As in here, in my house?" Victor asked raising an eyebrow at her with a smile. God, if only the goose bumps would stop. If only that negative side of her brain was turned off like it was every time Martin was around.

She shook her head.

"You mean here? In my son's room, watching over his little blonde girlfriend sleeping?"

"Y...Yes," Sam replied still looking for her voice.

"I wanted to talk to you," Victor said calmly. She nodded her head. "About why I don't think you're worthy of being with my son."

And again, all she did was nod. She didn't really want to tell him that his side of the story didn't mean anything to her. Martin had told her more than enough that Victor's opinion didn't matter. Besides, she really didn't want to hear it. She practically knew it already. It was because she slept with Jack, and no matter how hard she tried with her work. No matter how good of an agent she was, sleeping with Jack was the one thing that marked her.

"You're not worthy of my son," Victor started. "Simply because you're too good for him."

Sam looked at him shocked. What? Did she just hear that? She thought the reason why Victor refused to let her be with Martin was more in the lines of she didn't deserve him because he was too good for her. If she had to be honest, he was too good for her.

"Is that so shocking?" Victor asked with a smile. "You're too perfect to be with him."

"What...?"

"You're too smart, too beautiful, too sexy to be with him." Victor said his hands traveling to places where they weren't suppose to making her move over farther away from him. He just smiles at her as if it was nothing.

"Please don't Vic..."

"We both know you're only with him to get up the ladder," Victor said moving closer to her, cornering her on the head of the bed.

"No,"

"And we both know that you'll get up there faster if you were to sleep with me," Victor said leaning into her and brushing his lips against hers. Sam shook her head and kicked him trying to fight him off. Victor shook his head and used his strength against her. She couldn't fight against his strength. More than twenty years working for the bureau made him strong.

"Please, let me go," she pleaded.

"I'm just giving you what you want baby," Victor whispered huskily in her ear. At this rate, tears started falling down her eyes. She didn't want this. Why is it that he assumed she did? She never did anything to him to signal this.

Then she remembered something, the FBI training in her kicked in suddenly. But would it work? She was going against the man who arranged the curriculum! No matter, it was worth a try. Especially since his lips were on her neck sucking there evident that his intention was to mark her as his territory. She moved her legs noticing that it was mobile. He must've noticed this because not a moment later, her feet were trapped under him, not being able to cause him any harm.

She glanced over at the clock; it has been three hours since the wedding had started. Two hours till Martin comes back. Hopefully he's not too late. But with the way things were now, it seems like he was going to be.

She suddenly shut her eyes as she felt Victor's hands play with the waistband of the short shots she was wearing. Her mind was spinning and the feeling of nausea hit her like it had done this morning. She couldn't risk throwing up though; she anticipated Victor would be so angry.

Running over her shirt and along her upper body, she could feel his erection pressing up against her thigh through the gray slacks he was wearing. His strong hands were running under her shirt stopping at the bra line, only to unhook it. She tried to shrug it off, to fight the hand off of her.

"Please," she pleaded. "Stop."

The man just shook his head. No. He wasn't going to stop. It was a trait that he got from his father and passed on to his son, once he starts, he never stops. Besides, why would he want to? There was a struggling beautiful young blonde in squirming under his body, begging him to put her out of her misery. Not the way he intended, but put her out of her misery all the same.

She looked up at him knowing he wouldn't. She has dealt with him before, they all have. Of course, it was never in this situation. As his hands continued traveling along her naked body stopping at places to grasp and enjoy, she just closed her eyes and let the tears all fall down as she waited for it all to end. She didn't want to see anything. She didn't want to hear anything. She wanted to just be numb. Just unfeeling hoping that it would at least save her from the nightmares and memories that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

There was heavy breathing. In that moment of silence when she felt him slip out of her, her eyes were still clasped shut tight. She didn't want to see the smug that she pictured was on his face.

"No wonder why Agent Malone kept coming back for more," she heard him say. She bit her tongue from saying anything else. "You're better than I thought."

As she heard the distinct sound of footsteps walking farther and farther away from her and the door shutting, she opened her eyes for the first time after that event standing up and gathering her clothes tears falling down her eyes but no emotions radiating out of her eyes. She looked around finding the bathroom turning on the shower and stepping in not caring if it was cold.

As the water droplets penetrated her skin, more and more salty tears fell from her eyes mixing with the falling water. She took the sponge and soaped it before rubbing arms and legs with it hard. She wanted all evidence of that day gone from her skin. It may not be gone from her memories but at least Martin wouldn't see any of the evidence, smell any of the scent.

When she stepped out of the shower, she sprayed her Chanel No 5 perfume and went to her suitcase to dress. She didn't go and get herself settled over on Martin's childhood bed; rather, she sat looking out the window and into the fronts of the house where the car bringing Martin to her would come. Waiting for her knight in shining armor to come home and tell her that she was safe.

Chapter 10

"Hey babe," Martin greeted letting her scoot over so that he could sit behind her, her back on his chest. She pulled him to her and she flinched getting distant memories of that day's event.

"Something wrong?"

She shrugged, "I'm still not feeling better."

Martin just nodded and looked at her reflection through the mirror. Something was wrong. He could tell something was. Maybe it was the FBI agent in him, or maybe it was just being her boyfriend and all but he could just tell. The happiness in her eyes that he had managed to put on there seemed to be fading and her smile wasn't real. It was like she was trying to fool him like she had when they first went out. He figured it was just Victor and his words from dinner earlier that day.

"It's pretty out there," Sam breathed. "Makes me wanna go outside."

"Drive?"

"Could... Would it be too much if I asked you for us to just stay over at the hotel for the days we're here?" Sam asked. "I really don't want to stay here in your parent's house knowing how you father feelings about me."

Martin just nodded his head as if he understood. In the outside he did. He understood that what his father said, about Sam being a whore, was something she couldn't take. Hell, he couldn't take it either. But, he didn't know that her words indicated something else.

"Do you want to leave now?" Martin asked her. Sam nodded her head. "Okay, I'll just pack..."

"I already did,"

"Oh," Martin nodded. "You really don't wanna be here do you?"

"Martin.."

"I understand, but my mom loves you. She wouldn't let anything happen to you and I'm here too. I would never let anything happen to you, you know that. What's there to be afraid of?"

For what seemed like the millionth time, she bit her tongue to refrain herself from speaking. She had decided that she wouldn't tell Martin. She couldn't tell Martin. Telling him would break his heart. She didn't want that. She didn't want him to think of Victor as anymore of Satan incarnated than he already does. He hates his father enough for the both of them right now for the comments he threw at the table. He didn't need to hear that his father also raped her. The woman he loved. Her heart was breaking enough for the both of them.

"You're right," she said smiling weakly. "But... I just want to get you, alone. Tonight."

"No offense Sam, but you're still sick. I don't want you vomiting in my mouth," Martin joked smiling. Sam smiled up at him too not letting him read her.

"Fine, so are we staying here or leaving?"

"Leaving," Martin nodded. "I don't want to chance and run into Victor."

"Good. Let's go," Samantha said in relief. Not only didn't she want to chance running into Victor, but she didn't want the memories of that room suffocating her.

Chapter 11

"Is this one of the things where you push me away and I try to pull you back to where you were?" Martin asked Sam as he walked with her inside her apartment. He had found her crying outside on the balcony and she just shrugged it off as nothing.

"No, it's one of those things where you don't push me into telling you because you know I'm doing this whole thing for your own damn good."

"That isn't gonna work this time Samantha. I can't take it that you push me away," Martin said. He hated it when she pushed him away. He had the right to know what was going on with her, she was his girlfriend, and it was his duty to protect her even if she thinks that she doesn't need protecting.

"What are you trying to say Martin?"

Martin started into her eyes. It was a standoff between the two lovers. Not one of them had the guts to give up what they had worked so hard to build. But Martin was closer and closer to getting pushed off the edge. It's been a month since the wedding and as he anticipated, Samantha pushed herself away from him. He didn't think it would last this long though. A month. Of nothing but her crying secretly and being sick every single free minute she has. Something was wrong. Did she have cancer and didn't wanna tell him? What was it?!

"Nothing," he sighed.

"Look Martin, what I'm going through... Just... Let me go through it alone. When I'm ready..."

"When you're ready?"

"I'll tell you," Samantha said taking his hand in hers and lifting it up to her lips brushing it softly. She didn't want this to be over.

"What if I'm not here when you're ready?" he whispered.

"You're leaving me?"

"No, I'm just... I can't wait forever Sam. You're constantly pulling away from me. Hell, you don't even want to have sex! And you're almost always the one initiati--"

"Are you with me just because of the sex? Because if that's the ---"

"No, Samantha. I love you; you know that. I love you so much."

Samantha nodded and pinched the bridge of her nose taking a decision. "If you love someone, you'll protect them from all the hurt right? Even if the thing you're protecting them from is something that'll hurt you? You put the person you love first."

"What's this about Sam? Are you sick? Is it cancer? Are you dying?"

"No, I'm not sick Martin. It's just... answer the question."

"What question?"

"If you truly loved someone, their happiness comes first, right?" Samantha asked him .She was new to this whole love stuff. She didn't know the rules. She didn't know what the procedure was. She didn't know what she had to sacrifice and what she had to gain. All she knew was that she loves Martin. End of story.

"Yes."

"Okay then, I hope you understand that I'm putting your happiness first. Just... Let me take care of this, okay?"

"But..."

"Let's not talk about this anymore," Sam said leaning in and kissing him a bitter taste in her mouth as the flashbacks of what had happened not more than a few weeks ago started to fill and enter her mind. She pushed Martin off of her and ran into the bathroom tears flowing down her eyes as she poured out the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She couldn't do this. Not now.

Chapter 12

"So, you and Sam, still going strong?" Danny asked Martin as they sat in the car just staring at the pink and blue house that was badly pointed. Of course both of them would have rather stay inside the office on that day instead of staring at what seems like a boring house in the middle of a quiet neighborhood.

"I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yes, Danny. I don't know if Sam and I are still okay. We're just… we're going through a little rough patch right now."

"You wanna tell me what that's all about hermano? Maybe I could help."

"I… Sam would kill me if I do, you know that she doesn't want our personal life in the office. It's enough that I got her to finally admit to people that we are together."

"True, but maybe I could help."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"Well maybe if you tell me then maybe you could be sure," Danny pointed out. He was going to annoy Martin until he fesses up and gives in to his demands of telling him the couple's problems. He treats Sam as his sister and Martin as his best friend. He needed to help them with their problems, he wanted so much for them to be happy.

"You aren't gonna stop asking me until I tell you, huh?"

"You betcha, now tell me, so I don't get more annoying."

"She's doing it again," Martin sighed rubbing his temples. He personally didn't want to bring it up. It was a good thing that Jack was keeping this stake out in hush hush so that they didn't need anything to be recorded.

"Doing what again? Not wanting to go out public with you?"

"No, she's pushing me away again."

"You mean she's keeping things to herself?"

"Yes, and she made up some lame excuse about how she's doing it to protect me and my feelings. I don't possibly get what the hell it is that she's trying to keep from me to protect my feelings. What could it be Danny?"

"Has she been to the doctor lately?"

"What do you mean Danny?"

"I mean, maybe she got diagnosed with a life threatening thing and she doesn't wanna tell you, I see it all the time in telenovelas."

"That's not real life, Danny. That's just some made up story that someone made to get money," Martin pointed out to him. "But seriously, is there anything else that you could think of?"

"Anything else? You mean do I think it's because she cheated on you with someone?"

"I… You really think she's capable of doing that?"

"I don't know Martin, it's not me she's having a relationship with, it's you that she's with. I mean she would only do it because she doesn't love you, and you told me – she even told me, that she does. So I don't really see it."

"If it's not that, what else could it be?"

"I'm running out of ideas," Danny admitted while checking his watch. "Our hour is up, we should go back."

"We should."

"And maybe when we get back and you go home you could ask Sam what it is that she's been hiding from you."

"I've tried Danny, she just won't give it."

"Maybe if you ask nicely?"

"Danny," Martin groaned. He was serious in wanting help in this.

"Look, maybe you could get her to talk by giving her an ultimatum? I mean, we both know that she doesn't want you and her to split up. She'll give up what she's hiding in the price of your relationship. Trust me Martin, you've got nothing to loose on this one."

Martin just nodded steering the car over to road and into the freeway deep in thought about what Danny had just suggested. If he does that, he had a very big chance of finding out what it was that had Sam shaking during the night and pulling so close to her when she hugged him. What if she takes the other route though? What if she takes the road of them breaking up? He didn't think he could take it if they did, but there was always that possibility.

"Hey, you know, if she takes the other way out of the problem, I could always take you to some club to pick some chick up to make Sam jealous or something."

"Thanks Danny, but I don't think that's necessary. If she breaks it off this time, then I guess it wasn't really meant to be."

"You know that you don't mean that, you two will always run back into each other."

"I don't know, we'll see after she tells me what it is she's been hiding."

"If she tells you," Danny pointed out.

"When she tells me," Martin clarified to him.