Title: Plunge
Category: J/S M/S
Author: SunReyes ;) sunreyes01@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Samantha and Martin go for a drink. Post-The Bus
Acknowledgements: I don't own the characters, show, or television network. Maybe some day? Any and all feedback is appreciated.
Martin orders us two beers and brings them back over towards the table. I'm quiet, contemplating what to say. I've had my mind all over the place recently. I'm sure Martin realizes this. He takes a drink from his beer and I do the same.
"Guess the kids weren't monsters after all" I remind him, thinking back over our previous conversation.
"Apparently not" he answers. "Listen Samantha I know what's bothering you."
"You do?"
"I think you should see someone about it. You're about due for an appointment anyhow with the bureau therapist."
"You've got to be kidding me." I retort.
"I just think it would help to get some of this off your chest." His eyes meet mine and I realize he's being sincere. I nod in understanding, accepting his words but not necessarily taking his advice.
"You're probably right" I bite down on my lower lip before adding, "I just hate how you have to pay someone to listen. It seems ridiculous, like you don't have your own friends."
"The bureau pays" Martin reminds me, trying to make light of the situation. "Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I'm always willing to listen."
"Thanks" I tell him, feeling my mood lighten up a bit. I take another sip, downing the cold liquid and letting out a sigh.
"You coming in tomorrow?"
"I don't know, if Jack lets me" I answer begrudgingly.
Martin nods and I let out a sigh, "I'm sorry. I'm probably horrible company to be around."
"No" he admonishes, his soulful eyes meeting mine. There's so much hope behind those hues and for an instant I see something cast upon me. I shake my head dismissing the notion. "You're just going through a rough time, that's all," he reminds me.
"Tell me about it" I sigh out. "If it's not one thing, it's another. Lately." I whisper out, "I feel as though I've taken the ultimate plunge, from one deadly fate to the next."
"Because of the hostage crisis?" Martin questions.
"Both of them" I point out and then let out a sigh, "and other things."
"You mean Jack."
My eyes look up into his, unsure of how much he knows. I avert my eyes to my mug and repeat his name, "Jack."
"I know it's not my place to say anything but."
"How long have you known?" I interrupt Martin.
"Not long. Everyone else in the office suspected as much when the OPR investigator came in."
"And when did you think something was going on?"
"I didn't. Not really anyways. I had my questions during the first hostage situation, but I thought it was just rumors, until I heard you storm out of the office today."
My lips form in tight ironic smile shaking my head. "Doesn't matter much anyhow. He's gone back to his wife."
"You don't sound too happy about that." My eyes meet his and he nods in acceptance. "What did you think would happen?"
"I don't know" I glance away, hiding my vulnerability. I finish off my beer and look back towards Martin. "I've never felt this way before" I sigh out with a shrug.
"Heartbroken?"
"I meant in love." He looks taken aback by my response and he grabs his beer, swallowing the rest in one mouthful before ordering a second.
Fin.
Category: J/S M/S
Author: SunReyes ;) sunreyes01@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Samantha and Martin go for a drink. Post-The Bus
Acknowledgements: I don't own the characters, show, or television network. Maybe some day? Any and all feedback is appreciated.
Martin orders us two beers and brings them back over towards the table. I'm quiet, contemplating what to say. I've had my mind all over the place recently. I'm sure Martin realizes this. He takes a drink from his beer and I do the same.
"Guess the kids weren't monsters after all" I remind him, thinking back over our previous conversation.
"Apparently not" he answers. "Listen Samantha I know what's bothering you."
"You do?"
"I think you should see someone about it. You're about due for an appointment anyhow with the bureau therapist."
"You've got to be kidding me." I retort.
"I just think it would help to get some of this off your chest." His eyes meet mine and I realize he's being sincere. I nod in understanding, accepting his words but not necessarily taking his advice.
"You're probably right" I bite down on my lower lip before adding, "I just hate how you have to pay someone to listen. It seems ridiculous, like you don't have your own friends."
"The bureau pays" Martin reminds me, trying to make light of the situation. "Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I'm always willing to listen."
"Thanks" I tell him, feeling my mood lighten up a bit. I take another sip, downing the cold liquid and letting out a sigh.
"You coming in tomorrow?"
"I don't know, if Jack lets me" I answer begrudgingly.
Martin nods and I let out a sigh, "I'm sorry. I'm probably horrible company to be around."
"No" he admonishes, his soulful eyes meeting mine. There's so much hope behind those hues and for an instant I see something cast upon me. I shake my head dismissing the notion. "You're just going through a rough time, that's all," he reminds me.
"Tell me about it" I sigh out. "If it's not one thing, it's another. Lately." I whisper out, "I feel as though I've taken the ultimate plunge, from one deadly fate to the next."
"Because of the hostage crisis?" Martin questions.
"Both of them" I point out and then let out a sigh, "and other things."
"You mean Jack."
My eyes look up into his, unsure of how much he knows. I avert my eyes to my mug and repeat his name, "Jack."
"I know it's not my place to say anything but."
"How long have you known?" I interrupt Martin.
"Not long. Everyone else in the office suspected as much when the OPR investigator came in."
"And when did you think something was going on?"
"I didn't. Not really anyways. I had my questions during the first hostage situation, but I thought it was just rumors, until I heard you storm out of the office today."
My lips form in tight ironic smile shaking my head. "Doesn't matter much anyhow. He's gone back to his wife."
"You don't sound too happy about that." My eyes meet his and he nods in acceptance. "What did you think would happen?"
"I don't know" I glance away, hiding my vulnerability. I finish off my beer and look back towards Martin. "I've never felt this way before" I sigh out with a shrug.
"Heartbroken?"
"I meant in love." He looks taken aback by my response and he grabs his beer, swallowing the rest in one mouthful before ordering a second.
Fin.