"You don't notice the dead leaving when they really chose to leave you. You're not meant to. At most you feel them as a whisper or the wave of a whisper undulating down. I would compare it to a woman in the back of a lecture hall or theater whom no one notices until she slips out. Then only those near the door themselves, notice; to the rest it is like an unexplored breeze in a closed room."
– "The Lovely Bones" By Alice Sebold.
Chapter Four
When Jack and Samantha got involved Jack could tell that the connection they had went way over the normal attraction. It was something more from the day that they met at their training semnair at Quantico.
After Jack saw how Samantha took to the different elements on he courses, and in the classroom, Jack knew that he had to have her. Other then her killer looks, he knew that because of them, and the fact that she was a women, she had to work twice as head as everyone else to prove herself. "She would always be underestimated," he thought.
After much work, long talks, and even a few pleas, Jack Malone was able to convince Samantha Spade to join his Missing Persons Unit in New York City. And he couldn't have been happier.
At first he watched her to see how she worked on cases, then to see how she interacted with people, and then under pressure. After a while he saw that she was able to handle herself in many different areas. But then he realized that he wasn't just watching her to see all of those things, but he watched her because he wanted to. He wanted to see her face light up when she cracked a case, or caught a lead. He wanted to know what she acted like at her worst, and not only her best. He wanted to know what she changed into when she went home, and how she wore her hair. He wanted to know everything about her. But above all he wanted to be the one she went to when she fell. He wanted to be her safety, her wall, her support.
Most people would call the beginning of their affair a cliché. Young, blond, beautiful woman sleeping with her older, stuck in a crummy marriage, boss. But it wasn't that she was trying to sleep her way to the top, or that he wasn't getting any at home. It was the undeniable attraction that they shared. They both saw qualities of themselves in the other. On a level it worried them how well they reacted with one another, and how well they could read the other, but it also gave them both a sense of comfort, and stability. Knowing that they were so fine tuned to one another that they had their own little communicative language that only they could understand.