"That might be hard," I answer with a soft, sad smile as I cuddle into his
frame before falling into a light, yet warm and comfortable sleep.
*****
My eyes open as the early morning light shines in. I glance over at the clock, knowing we should be getting up soon but not wanting to break from his warm grasp. Sometime during the night, Jack's leg managed to tangle between mine, and it feels incredibly erotic. His hand rests just below my lower back, holding me close.
If we had made love the previous night, I know the perfect way to have awakened him. However, since that didn't happen, I can only imagine what it would have been like if we would have taken our time---and devoured one another.
"Sam," I hear his groggy voice and I'm not sure if he's awake or asleep. A minute or so later, his eyes open and his hand that rested on me drops to his side, and he turns away from me and sits up in bed.
"Jack, what is it?" I rest my hand on his upper back, wanting him to come back into bed with me or, at the very least, tell me what's going on.
"Just a dream," he muses, standing up and heading for his room.
"Oh," I whisper. Was he dreaming of Maria and him finally getting back together the way he wants? Was that why he seemed disappointed to see me?
I slip out of bed and grab my duffel bag before heading into the bathroom to shower and get ready. Once I'm done, I pack my things and head into Jack's room to see him sitting on his bed and talking on the phone.
He nods towards me and within the next few minutes Vivian, Danny, and Martin join us.
Jack finally hangs up the phone and glances towards all of us. "The local PD sent us the information they found from the body. It appears there are red paint chips found on the body. After careful analysis, the car we're looking for is a 1964 Mustang in the shade candy apple red."
"That shouldn't be too hard to find," I point out.
"They're running the information through DMV; we're just waiting on the output." Jack glances towards Vivian. "In the meantime, they've called the parents to come and identify the body. They should be here within the hour. We need a positive ID before we head home. I checked in with Van Doren and she agreed that we should give any assistance to the local authorities that they might need." Jack's eyes meet Martin's and then mine. "Danny, I want you and Vivian to head over to the bar. Find out if anyone knows whose Mustang it is. Maybe you'll find yourselves a witness to the crime also."
"How did the boy die?" I question.
"Forensics is still working on it. The initial trauma was from the car's impact, but that wasn't the force that killed Damon. We've yet to find out why he went farther into the woods as well."
"Trying to get away from someone," I suggest as Martin's eyes meet mine.
"Martin and Samantha, I'd like to have a word with you two in private." Danny and Viv exchange glances before heading out the door.
I cross my arms defensively, not sure what Jack is going to do or say.
"I'm tempted to put you both together and send you out into the field, but I'm concerned what you have going on will get in the way."
"There's nothing going on," I reiterate.
"That may be the case, Samantha," Jack's eyes stare into mine, "but you're obviously angry with him. I'm concerned about both of your judgments out in the field, especially working along side one another."
"What do you suggest?" I question, never glancing once over at Martin.
"There's a team building seminar next week," Jack's eyes meet Martin's. "I wanted to send you there after what went down with the Reyes incident. I've been wavering back and forth with sending you there, Sam."
I let out an annoyed breath, shaking my head no slightly. "All because of last night?" My eyes glare into Jack's.
"It's been three, almost four years since you've been to any seminars," Jack reminds me. "It doesn't hurt to freshen up."
"Oh come on," I groan, "this is ridiculous. I can't do my job at a workshop," I point out. "They can't teach you how to find a missing person and save their life. It's pointless to go and--" his eyes tell me to shut up. "Fine," I breathe out, "but can I go in the summer?"
"No. I want you both to attend together. You know how a lot of these workshops are, Sam," Jack's voice rings in my ear as I nod, remembering how Jack and I went to one together once. Often times during the seminars the situations become hands on, and it helps if you have someone from your own team---someone you can learn to put trust in.
"Is it going to be overnight?" I grimace.
"No, the one that's being funded next week is being held on the second floor at the Bureau. It'll be during normal office hours, so that week you won't be assigned any cases."
"You're going to need an extra hand," I remind him.
"The three of us can manage; we've done it before," Jack answers. "In the meantime, Martin, I want you to head down to the morgue and be with the family when they identify the body. I want you to call me the minute you have a positive ID."
Martin leaves the hotel room and I move closer to Jack.
"I can't believe you," I shake my head in dismay. "You really think I need to go to a team building seminar?"
"I think Martin needs to go and someone from the team needs to go with him."
"So then you go, or send Danny or Viv."
"Sam," his eyes meet mine, "we both know why I chose you to go with him."
"Jack," I shake my head no, "there's nothing going on between Martin and myself."
"That's not what I'm talking about. Ever since you were shot, some of the judgment calls you've made concern me. You haven't done anything out of line, but now that you're angry with Martin, I'm worried your emotions could very easily get in the way."
"And yours didn't?" My eyes bore into his, remembering the incident in the bookstore.
"That was different."
"Right," I scoff, grabbing the sealed file from his bed. "You ready?" He nods and opens the front door, walking with me to his car. "Where to?" I question, exchanging the keys for the file.
"The police station. I want to pay Detective Connor a visit and see what they've turned up."
*****
My eyes open as the early morning light shines in. I glance over at the clock, knowing we should be getting up soon but not wanting to break from his warm grasp. Sometime during the night, Jack's leg managed to tangle between mine, and it feels incredibly erotic. His hand rests just below my lower back, holding me close.
If we had made love the previous night, I know the perfect way to have awakened him. However, since that didn't happen, I can only imagine what it would have been like if we would have taken our time---and devoured one another.
"Sam," I hear his groggy voice and I'm not sure if he's awake or asleep. A minute or so later, his eyes open and his hand that rested on me drops to his side, and he turns away from me and sits up in bed.
"Jack, what is it?" I rest my hand on his upper back, wanting him to come back into bed with me or, at the very least, tell me what's going on.
"Just a dream," he muses, standing up and heading for his room.
"Oh," I whisper. Was he dreaming of Maria and him finally getting back together the way he wants? Was that why he seemed disappointed to see me?
I slip out of bed and grab my duffel bag before heading into the bathroom to shower and get ready. Once I'm done, I pack my things and head into Jack's room to see him sitting on his bed and talking on the phone.
He nods towards me and within the next few minutes Vivian, Danny, and Martin join us.
Jack finally hangs up the phone and glances towards all of us. "The local PD sent us the information they found from the body. It appears there are red paint chips found on the body. After careful analysis, the car we're looking for is a 1964 Mustang in the shade candy apple red."
"That shouldn't be too hard to find," I point out.
"They're running the information through DMV; we're just waiting on the output." Jack glances towards Vivian. "In the meantime, they've called the parents to come and identify the body. They should be here within the hour. We need a positive ID before we head home. I checked in with Van Doren and she agreed that we should give any assistance to the local authorities that they might need." Jack's eyes meet Martin's and then mine. "Danny, I want you and Vivian to head over to the bar. Find out if anyone knows whose Mustang it is. Maybe you'll find yourselves a witness to the crime also."
"How did the boy die?" I question.
"Forensics is still working on it. The initial trauma was from the car's impact, but that wasn't the force that killed Damon. We've yet to find out why he went farther into the woods as well."
"Trying to get away from someone," I suggest as Martin's eyes meet mine.
"Martin and Samantha, I'd like to have a word with you two in private." Danny and Viv exchange glances before heading out the door.
I cross my arms defensively, not sure what Jack is going to do or say.
"I'm tempted to put you both together and send you out into the field, but I'm concerned what you have going on will get in the way."
"There's nothing going on," I reiterate.
"That may be the case, Samantha," Jack's eyes stare into mine, "but you're obviously angry with him. I'm concerned about both of your judgments out in the field, especially working along side one another."
"What do you suggest?" I question, never glancing once over at Martin.
"There's a team building seminar next week," Jack's eyes meet Martin's. "I wanted to send you there after what went down with the Reyes incident. I've been wavering back and forth with sending you there, Sam."
I let out an annoyed breath, shaking my head no slightly. "All because of last night?" My eyes glare into Jack's.
"It's been three, almost four years since you've been to any seminars," Jack reminds me. "It doesn't hurt to freshen up."
"Oh come on," I groan, "this is ridiculous. I can't do my job at a workshop," I point out. "They can't teach you how to find a missing person and save their life. It's pointless to go and--" his eyes tell me to shut up. "Fine," I breathe out, "but can I go in the summer?"
"No. I want you both to attend together. You know how a lot of these workshops are, Sam," Jack's voice rings in my ear as I nod, remembering how Jack and I went to one together once. Often times during the seminars the situations become hands on, and it helps if you have someone from your own team---someone you can learn to put trust in.
"Is it going to be overnight?" I grimace.
"No, the one that's being funded next week is being held on the second floor at the Bureau. It'll be during normal office hours, so that week you won't be assigned any cases."
"You're going to need an extra hand," I remind him.
"The three of us can manage; we've done it before," Jack answers. "In the meantime, Martin, I want you to head down to the morgue and be with the family when they identify the body. I want you to call me the minute you have a positive ID."
Martin leaves the hotel room and I move closer to Jack.
"I can't believe you," I shake my head in dismay. "You really think I need to go to a team building seminar?"
"I think Martin needs to go and someone from the team needs to go with him."
"So then you go, or send Danny or Viv."
"Sam," his eyes meet mine, "we both know why I chose you to go with him."
"Jack," I shake my head no, "there's nothing going on between Martin and myself."
"That's not what I'm talking about. Ever since you were shot, some of the judgment calls you've made concern me. You haven't done anything out of line, but now that you're angry with Martin, I'm worried your emotions could very easily get in the way."
"And yours didn't?" My eyes bore into his, remembering the incident in the bookstore.
"That was different."
"Right," I scoff, grabbing the sealed file from his bed. "You ready?" He nods and opens the front door, walking with me to his car. "Where to?" I question, exchanging the keys for the file.
"The police station. I want to pay Detective Connor a visit and see what they've turned up."
