Title: Telling The Truth

Author: NikiMeg

Disclaimer: The characters you recognize herein do not belong to me.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Samantha/Martin

Author's note: Thanks Vera for beta-ing. This last chapter is totally Martin and Samantha. Hope you like! Please R&R.

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Chapter 4

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The three of them entered in the bar, looking for a nice place. Finding it they sat and ordered some drinks. Danny made sure that he didn't want anything alcoholic.

"That's okay. It's your drink, not mine." Danny said, that the other two were concerned since they ordered alcohol.

The night was going well; they were all having a good time.

"I wanna dance." Danny rose up from his chair, walking toward Samantha.

"Martin will be alone at the table." Samantha looked at Martin.

"Don't worry. You two go dance."

In their way to the dance floor, Samantha turned around to look at Martin, seeing if he was all right.

"Tell me. How are things going on between you and Martin?"

"Worse and worse." Samantha answered in a distressing voice.

"Have you two ever talked?"

"Sorta."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

Samantha lifted her head and looked at Danny again.

"We started, never finished."

Danny turned around to look at Martin, then turned back to look at Samantha, "Go talk to him. This situation must be cleared, don't you think?"

Samantha agreed and walked to where Martin was.

"Danny is such a great dancer." She said while she was sitting in her chair

Martin nodded, sipping his drink.

"Martin, We should talk."

"No. We should decide."

"I guess." Samantha muttered.

"You know what I feel for you. And, I want to move on with that weird relationship that we've been having for the past three months. How about you, Samantha?" Martin asked clearly.

"You know I care for you."

"And?" Martin looked straight into Samantha's eyes, waiting for her answer.

"I,...I."

Martin cut her off.

"Okay, It's clear for me."

"I really don't know."

"I can't go on like this, Samantha. Not anymore."

Martin lifted off the chair, turned around and walked toward to the door. Samantha didn't move from where she was. She just saw him disappear as he left through the door.

After a while, Danny joined her at the table.

"Where's Martin?" Danny asked, looking around.

"He left." Samantha sipped her drink.

"What did happen here?"

"He... broke up with me. Not that we were together." She looked at down, playing with the little umbrella on her drink.

"What did he say?" Danny could not believe Martin would do that. He was pretty sure Martin had feelings for Samantha.

She didn't answer. She lifted off the chair, grabbed her purse and went in direction of the door.

Before she left through the door, Danny wrapped her arm, turning her toward him.

She looked into Danny's eyes and said in an afflicted voice, "It doesn't matter anymore."

"You cannot let this relationship end up like that." Danny said.

"What relationship?" She replied.

"That you and Martin should have."

Samantha took Danny's hand off her arm. "Seems that it will never happen" She turned around and walked out of the bar.

Danny felt terrible for his two friends. They were both really smart when it came to professional life but were so stupid when the topic was love.

Samantha got into her car and drove away. Right then what she wanted was to be in her apartment, to jump on her bed and cry over her pillow.

Samantha mind was clouded. Martin's words were spinning around in her head, mixed with what Vivian and Danny had also told her.

She was so dived in her own thoughts, that she didn't notice a little girl crossing the street in front of her car. She braked on time. The girl stood staring at Samantha.

Samantha looked away out of the car window and got shocked. The girl was Jordan.

"Jordan, what happened?" Samantha cried out, opening the car's door.

"I have to go." Jordan walked some steps before Samantha held her arm.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Agent Spade. You were one of the FBI agents who brought me back to my parents."

"It's dangerous you walk on the streets by yourself." Samantha walked to her car with Jordan. She opened the door, and Jordan got in. Samantha walked around and got in through the other door.

"Will you tell me what's going on?"

"I ran away. I don't like my parents anymore. They lie. Do you know who my aunt Patricia is?"

"Your aunt is..."

Jordan cut her off.

"My biological mother. My mother. They lied to me my entire life." Jordan started to cry.

"Look, I know that you are feeling like your parents betrayed on you. But they never meant to hurt you. You are their daughter."

"Why no one ever told me anything?"

"They were afraid. Sometimes people want to tell the truth but they have fear for not knowing what would happen after that."

"Even if is it a good thing?"

"Especially if it is a good thing." Samantha whispered. "What sounds take you home?"

Jordan smiled with tears in her eyes.

Samantha drove at Jordan's house.

Jordan's parents were desperate, wondering where their daughter could be. Brian picked the phone to call the FBI when Samantha knocked on the door.

Jane opened it. And as soon as she saw her little girl stood in front of her, she took Jordan between her arms. "We were so worried about you. Don't do that again. Your dad and I love you so much."

Samantha told both of them what had happened.

Before Samantha left through the door, Jordan hugged her. "Be true to yourself."

Samantha answered with a smile. Then , she walked to get in her car.

She drove away with no destiny. A couple of hours ago she drove back to her apartment, right then the last place she wanted to be, her cold empty apartment.

Turning to the left, she realized that was Martin's street. In the next block she stopped in front of Martin's building.

'No lights on. Why would he be awaked?' She thought.

She stayed inside of her car for a while, just looking at Martin's apartment's window. When she realized, she was knocking on his door.

The door opened.

"Samantha, what are you doing here?" Martin was shocked to see her in his doorway.

"I have a unanswered question. I thought that you would like an answer."

"It's too late. It's better you go home."

"Not before this."

"Before what?"

She approached him, and smoothly she placed her lips on his. She kissed him.

"May I come in?"

He smiled, wrapping her and pulling her close to him. He turned her around; making her enter in his apartment. He kissed her and closed the door behind him.

The End.