Title: Unforgotten Past
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: Finally, the first chapter of my story. I'll try to update once in awhile. Hope you like it. As always, all reviews welcomed.
"You think Jack knows about us?" Sam asked as she and Martin ran inside her building, desperately trying to get out of the pouring rain.
He took hold of her hand as he pulled her into the elevator. "I don't know, but I really don't care."
"Yeah." Sam let out a giggle when Martin began to kiss her neck. "Martin, we're in the elevator."
Martin pouted. "So?"
"Wait 'til we get to my apartment." Sam said.
"Okay."
The elevator 'dinged' as the doors slid open. They began the walk down the corridor to Sam's apartment. Once inside they slipped out of their wet coats and shoes. Sam headed to the fireplace while Martin went to the kitchen.
"You want anything to drink, Sam?" He called out.
Sam tossed the burning match into the fireplace. "No, thanks." Once she got the fire going, she headed into the kitchen to find Martin.
As she leaned against the counter, Sam watched the scene in front of her: Martin, bustling around her kitchen, making hot chocolate. It was so abnormal for Sam. If someone had asked her, five years ago, if she'd see herself happy with Martin, she never would have guessed so. When Martin had poured himself a cup, he turned around to leave but smiled when he saw Sam standing there.
"How long have you been standing there?" He asked. Martin wrapped an arm around her shoulders and steered her towards the couch.
"Not long." She took a seat beside him, tucking her legs beneath her. She stole a drink from his cup.
"Hey! I thought you weren't thirsty." He said.
Sam leaned back against him, feeling his arms wrap around her. "I'm not."
"Okay..." Martin made himself more comfortable on the couch and stretched out his legs. Silence draped over them and lingered comfortable until Sam broke it.
"Yeah?"
"I like- "Sam stopped.
"You like what?" Martin prodded.
"I like that you moved in with me." Sam told him, smiling up at him.
His arms tightened around her. "I like it, too."
"Let's watch TV." Sam announced. She turned it on and flipped through it until she found a good channel.
They stay cuddled on the couch for a few more hours watching lousy late night shows. Eventually Sam fell asleep in Martin's arms. When it drew towards midnight, Martin carefully picked her up and carried her into bed. He stripped down to his boxers and slipped in beside her. Feeling him next to her, her arms wrapped around him automatically.
"Good night." She mumbled into his chest.
"Good night."
A buzzing sound woke Sam up from her sleep and she turned to smack her clock. The smell of coffee and breakfast drifted towards her. Martin appeared in the doorway dressed and ready for work. He smiled when he saw her still in bed.
"Hi, sweetie." He greeted, sitting on the side of the bed and giving her a kiss.
"Morning. Did you make breakfast?"
"Yeah, I did." He got up. "I have to head in early so I'll see you at the office."
"Okay. I want another kiss."
Martin laughed and complied. "Alright, see you."
"Bye." She watched as Martin left and heard the door closed. Then she got out of bed and hopped in the shower. While she was drying off, her phone rang. Toweling her hair dry, she picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Sam. Can you do me a favor?" Martin asked.
"Martin. Sure, what do you need?" Sam asked. She picked out her outfit, placed it on the bed then put the phone on speakerphone so she could change.
"I left some files I need on the table. Can you bring them?"
"Okay. Anything else?" She offered.
"Well, I could think of some. Shoot, I gotta go. Danny's here." As he spoke, she could hear Danny in the background.
"Okay, bye." She hung up and placed the phone back into the charger. Sam grabbed her purse and some breakfast before heading to work.
Arriving at the bullpen, everyone was already at work…on paperwork. Grumbling to herself, she set her stuff down before heading over to Martin with the files. She placed them on his desk. He glanced up at her.
"Thanks for brining them." He said.
"No problem."
"Oh, yeah. Jack wants to see you in his office."
Sam frowned. "Why?"
Martin just shrugged. "I don't know."
She got up and headed for Jack's office. Glancing backwards, she saw Martin was watching her. Sam gave him a small, reassuring smile.
Arriving at the door, she knocked before entering. "You wanted to see me?"
Jack looked at her with an emotionless face. He motioned to a chair. "Take a seat."
Sam slowly took a seat in one of the chairs. Butterflies began to stir in her stomach. "So what do you need me for?"
Instead of answering, he handed her a file. She looked at it, confused. Sam cautiously took it. After reading it, her gaze snapped back to Jack, disbelief in her eyes.
Jack nodded. "You're being transferred to LA."