Chapter Five
The secretary looked up from her desk as Sam approached.
"Excuse me? I'm looking for a man who works here. Well, he used to work here. He might still work here. I'm not sure." Sam asked nervously.
"What's his name, ma'am?" the secretary asked, smiling helpfully.
"John...John Grant." Sam replied hesitantly, pushing a strand of blond hair behind her ear.
"Oh, sure. The Captain's in his office." the secretary said, relieved that she would not have to search the entire police department looking for the mystery man.
"Captain?" Sam said quietly, smiling.
"Would you like me to show you to his office?"
"No thank you, I know where it is. Thank you very much, though."
Sam walked away, leaving the secretary to wonder about the connection between she and Captain Grant. She made her way to the office, smoothing her knee length black skirt and then laughing at herself for doing so. John had seen her after she had gone searching for a killer in the muddy caves under an Indian reservation in Utah. She had been covered head to toe with mud and dirt yet he had practically crushed her with a bear hug.
When she came to the office door, she was strongly tempted to run back to the airport and jump onto the first flight to Paris. Throughout her flight to Atlanta, she had prayed that John was still alive. Since he was, she was now hoping that he had forgiven her. She swallowed her fear,* it had been how long since she last saw him?, * and knocked on the door.
John had been quietly sorting through the huge stack of paperwork on his desk before he had been interrupted by the knock at the door. He usually kept the door open, to be closer to the action in the squad room, but his unit was on "the list" for a new detective and his boys kept poking their heads in to give their opinions on who would make a welcome addition. The stack of papers were transfers into homicide from other departments.
When the door opened, she was the very last person he had expected to come walking in.
"Sammy?" he asked, although it wasn't really a question. John knew who she was, how could he not?
"Hi, John." Sam said quietly, smiling, "Or should I say Captain?"
It took the seasoned veteran a while to reply; he was staring like a schoolboy at his long-lost love.
"Uh, yeah. I made Captain about six months ago. Where have you been?" John asked, as Sam still stood in the doorway, uncertain.
"Europe. It was really nice." she replied, nervous.
"You were safe there?" he asked, motioning her to sit in one of the gray upholstered chairs in front of the desk. She nodded.
"You look great." John complimented, feeling awkward despite the fact that he and Sam had shared so much. She had not changed.
"Thanks, you look good, too." Sam replied, just as awkwardly. Her azure eyes looked around the room, surveying her surroundings. They finally came to rest on John's grass green eyes. Eyes that looked tired.
"I missed you," she said quietly, making him love her all over again. After she left more than two years ago, he had wanted to hate her, but couldn't.
They resumed their relationship, and a year later John finally got the chance to propose. They married at a very small ceremony at the mountain cabin; only Bailey, Grace and her husband Morgan, George, and Nate were present. Six months later, Sam told him she was pregnant, fulfilling the second dream he had wished since he met her.
She came down to the APD, but didn't go to John's office. Instead, she headed for the morgue to see Grace. The Medical Examiner, Sam's sister/mother/friend all rolled into one was ecstatic, after just having a baby herself only five months earlier. Sam wanted Grace's opinion on how and when she should tell John. Then, Sam called Bailey, wanting to know if she needed some security, despite the fact that Jack hadn't been heard from for over three years. Sam hadn't rejoined the FBI; she consulted on a few of their cases and helped John with a few for the APD. Other than that, she was infinitely happy just being "Captain Grant's wife". Bailey saw no need for a security upgrade. John had always protected Sam before; plus, she was a trained agent, and Jack hadn't struck out when the two had married, why would he try now that Sam was pregnant?
The secretary looked up from her desk as Sam approached.
"Excuse me? I'm looking for a man who works here. Well, he used to work here. He might still work here. I'm not sure." Sam asked nervously.
"What's his name, ma'am?" the secretary asked, smiling helpfully.
"John...John Grant." Sam replied hesitantly, pushing a strand of blond hair behind her ear.
"Oh, sure. The Captain's in his office." the secretary said, relieved that she would not have to search the entire police department looking for the mystery man.
"Captain?" Sam said quietly, smiling.
"Would you like me to show you to his office?"
"No thank you, I know where it is. Thank you very much, though."
Sam walked away, leaving the secretary to wonder about the connection between she and Captain Grant. She made her way to the office, smoothing her knee length black skirt and then laughing at herself for doing so. John had seen her after she had gone searching for a killer in the muddy caves under an Indian reservation in Utah. She had been covered head to toe with mud and dirt yet he had practically crushed her with a bear hug.
When she came to the office door, she was strongly tempted to run back to the airport and jump onto the first flight to Paris. Throughout her flight to Atlanta, she had prayed that John was still alive. Since he was, she was now hoping that he had forgiven her. She swallowed her fear,* it had been how long since she last saw him?, * and knocked on the door.
John had been quietly sorting through the huge stack of paperwork on his desk before he had been interrupted by the knock at the door. He usually kept the door open, to be closer to the action in the squad room, but his unit was on "the list" for a new detective and his boys kept poking their heads in to give their opinions on who would make a welcome addition. The stack of papers were transfers into homicide from other departments.
When the door opened, she was the very last person he had expected to come walking in.
"Sammy?" he asked, although it wasn't really a question. John knew who she was, how could he not?
"Hi, John." Sam said quietly, smiling, "Or should I say Captain?"
It took the seasoned veteran a while to reply; he was staring like a schoolboy at his long-lost love.
"Uh, yeah. I made Captain about six months ago. Where have you been?" John asked, as Sam still stood in the doorway, uncertain.
"Europe. It was really nice." she replied, nervous.
"You were safe there?" he asked, motioning her to sit in one of the gray upholstered chairs in front of the desk. She nodded.
"You look great." John complimented, feeling awkward despite the fact that he and Sam had shared so much. She had not changed.
"Thanks, you look good, too." Sam replied, just as awkwardly. Her azure eyes looked around the room, surveying her surroundings. They finally came to rest on John's grass green eyes. Eyes that looked tired.
"I missed you," she said quietly, making him love her all over again. After she left more than two years ago, he had wanted to hate her, but couldn't.
They resumed their relationship, and a year later John finally got the chance to propose. They married at a very small ceremony at the mountain cabin; only Bailey, Grace and her husband Morgan, George, and Nate were present. Six months later, Sam told him she was pregnant, fulfilling the second dream he had wished since he met her.
She came down to the APD, but didn't go to John's office. Instead, she headed for the morgue to see Grace. The Medical Examiner, Sam's sister/mother/friend all rolled into one was ecstatic, after just having a baby herself only five months earlier. Sam wanted Grace's opinion on how and when she should tell John. Then, Sam called Bailey, wanting to know if she needed some security, despite the fact that Jack hadn't been heard from for over three years. Sam hadn't rejoined the FBI; she consulted on a few of their cases and helped John with a few for the APD. Other than that, she was infinitely happy just being "Captain Grant's wife". Bailey saw no need for a security upgrade. John had always protected Sam before; plus, she was a trained agent, and Jack hadn't struck out when the two had married, why would he try now that Sam was pregnant?