Samantha POV:
I stand beside Jack, looking into the interrogation room through the one- way glass.
"You still think the boyfriend's involved?" Jack questions.
"I doubt she could have dumped the body on her own," I point out. "Has Vivian come back with the telephone records?"
"Not yet."
"How do you want to approach this?" I ask Jack.
"We should have the blood results in shortly and, hopefully, anything else that was recovered. In the meantime, why don't you grab something to eat for lunch?" Jack eyes his watch. "It's already quarter after three."
"You want me to pick you up anything?" I offer.
"Whatever you're having," Jack responds. "Just be back here by four."
I head down the hall, grabbing my coat before slipping outside. Although the temperature has finally started warming up, it's fairly windy.
In twenty minutes I'm back at the office, and I enter Jack's office and hand him a sandwich.
"You haven't eaten yet?" He eyes the wrapped sandwich in my hand. "Take a seat," he offers, letting me eat lunch with him.
"Did the report come in yet or the phone logs?" I glance out the office window, not seeing anyone else around.
"Vivian's talking to Tara at the moment."
"What about Matthew? Shouldn't we be bringing him in for questioning? If Tara was involved, she couldn't have disposed of the body on her own."
"He has an alibi, though," Jack points out. "Maybe there's someone else on her floor who was involved."
"The community advisor?" I offer.
Jack stares at me for a minute, thinking things over in his head. "That's definitely a possibility." Jack finishes eating first. "I'm going to let Vivian know where we're going."
"Okay." I take another bite, halfway done through my lunch and watch as he stands up and heads out of his office.
I glance around, noticing no one else nearby, and I have the sudden urge to find the transfer application and see whose name is on it.
I stand up and glance over his desk, not seeing it out in the open. I toss my trash and hear heavy footsteps on the floor.
I make my way out of his office, noticing Jack on his way over. "You ready?" he questions.
I follow him down to the car and notice Martin shoved against the parking garage wall with Danny's lips on his.
"Jack," I whisper nodding towards the two men. Jack's footsteps become heavier, letting them know we're approaching.
"Shit." I hear Martin's response and Danny's laugh as he backs off Martin.
"I thought your car broke down?" Jack questions.
"It did," Martin replies. "We took a cab back from the auto shop."
"Right," I smirk, eyeing Jack.
"Help Vivian until I get back. When I do, I want to see you both in my office."
Jack and I slip into the car and head back out to the school.
Twenty minutes into our drive, Jack's cell phone goes off. "Malone," he answers, letting out a sigh and glancing towards me. "Now's not a good time. We'll talk about it when I get home tonight." He pauses a moment. "I don't know. Late. I'll call you when I know." He hangs up the phone and turns up the radio to avoid talking to me.
We listen to music for about half an hour and I glance towards Jack who is fully concentrating on the road. I turn down the music and he lets out a sigh.
"You want to talk about what's bothering you?" I offer.
"Sam," he pauses, quickly glancing towards me, "now isn't the time."
"When is it ever the right time? What about the transfer application?" I question. "When are you going to tell the unit about that? When were you going to tell me?"
He eyes me and then the road. "It's not that simple."
"Who are you transferring out?" I question.
"Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
"Me?"
"Sam," he pauses, "I wouldn't do that to you."
"Who would you do that to?" I retort.
"Can we just forget it?" His voice grows louder in the enclosed car.
"No. If you're going to get rid of one of us, I have a right to know."
"I trashed the application," he answers. "I couldn't ruin your career."
"Mine?" I repeat. "Why?" He won't look at me. I know he's driving, but he's also avoiding me. "Jack." My voice grows more insistent. "I thought we agreed we could work together after everything." I glance out the window. "If you really want me gone, I'll fill out the request myself and submit it to Van Doren."
"You know that's not what I want."
"Then why even consider it?" I question. He doesn't answer me. Instead, he turns at the exit on the highway, as we approach the campus. "Just answer me one last thing."
"What?" He glances towards me and parks the car.
"You love her, right?"
"Samantha, she's my wife."
"But do you love her?"
"Yes," he nods his head.
"Okay," I answer, wishing I hadn't asked the question.
"Sam--"
"Don't," I cut him off. "We have our job to do," I remind him, slipping out of the car and making my way ahead of him up the residence tower to the community advisor's room.
I stand beside Jack, looking into the interrogation room through the one- way glass.
"You still think the boyfriend's involved?" Jack questions.
"I doubt she could have dumped the body on her own," I point out. "Has Vivian come back with the telephone records?"
"Not yet."
"How do you want to approach this?" I ask Jack.
"We should have the blood results in shortly and, hopefully, anything else that was recovered. In the meantime, why don't you grab something to eat for lunch?" Jack eyes his watch. "It's already quarter after three."
"You want me to pick you up anything?" I offer.
"Whatever you're having," Jack responds. "Just be back here by four."
I head down the hall, grabbing my coat before slipping outside. Although the temperature has finally started warming up, it's fairly windy.
In twenty minutes I'm back at the office, and I enter Jack's office and hand him a sandwich.
"You haven't eaten yet?" He eyes the wrapped sandwich in my hand. "Take a seat," he offers, letting me eat lunch with him.
"Did the report come in yet or the phone logs?" I glance out the office window, not seeing anyone else around.
"Vivian's talking to Tara at the moment."
"What about Matthew? Shouldn't we be bringing him in for questioning? If Tara was involved, she couldn't have disposed of the body on her own."
"He has an alibi, though," Jack points out. "Maybe there's someone else on her floor who was involved."
"The community advisor?" I offer.
Jack stares at me for a minute, thinking things over in his head. "That's definitely a possibility." Jack finishes eating first. "I'm going to let Vivian know where we're going."
"Okay." I take another bite, halfway done through my lunch and watch as he stands up and heads out of his office.
I glance around, noticing no one else nearby, and I have the sudden urge to find the transfer application and see whose name is on it.
I stand up and glance over his desk, not seeing it out in the open. I toss my trash and hear heavy footsteps on the floor.
I make my way out of his office, noticing Jack on his way over. "You ready?" he questions.
I follow him down to the car and notice Martin shoved against the parking garage wall with Danny's lips on his.
"Jack," I whisper nodding towards the two men. Jack's footsteps become heavier, letting them know we're approaching.
"Shit." I hear Martin's response and Danny's laugh as he backs off Martin.
"I thought your car broke down?" Jack questions.
"It did," Martin replies. "We took a cab back from the auto shop."
"Right," I smirk, eyeing Jack.
"Help Vivian until I get back. When I do, I want to see you both in my office."
Jack and I slip into the car and head back out to the school.
Twenty minutes into our drive, Jack's cell phone goes off. "Malone," he answers, letting out a sigh and glancing towards me. "Now's not a good time. We'll talk about it when I get home tonight." He pauses a moment. "I don't know. Late. I'll call you when I know." He hangs up the phone and turns up the radio to avoid talking to me.
We listen to music for about half an hour and I glance towards Jack who is fully concentrating on the road. I turn down the music and he lets out a sigh.
"You want to talk about what's bothering you?" I offer.
"Sam," he pauses, quickly glancing towards me, "now isn't the time."
"When is it ever the right time? What about the transfer application?" I question. "When are you going to tell the unit about that? When were you going to tell me?"
He eyes me and then the road. "It's not that simple."
"Who are you transferring out?" I question.
"Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
"Me?"
"Sam," he pauses, "I wouldn't do that to you."
"Who would you do that to?" I retort.
"Can we just forget it?" His voice grows louder in the enclosed car.
"No. If you're going to get rid of one of us, I have a right to know."
"I trashed the application," he answers. "I couldn't ruin your career."
"Mine?" I repeat. "Why?" He won't look at me. I know he's driving, but he's also avoiding me. "Jack." My voice grows more insistent. "I thought we agreed we could work together after everything." I glance out the window. "If you really want me gone, I'll fill out the request myself and submit it to Van Doren."
"You know that's not what I want."
"Then why even consider it?" I question. He doesn't answer me. Instead, he turns at the exit on the highway, as we approach the campus. "Just answer me one last thing."
"What?" He glances towards me and parks the car.
"You love her, right?"
"Samantha, she's my wife."
"But do you love her?"
"Yes," he nods his head.
"Okay," I answer, wishing I hadn't asked the question.
"Sam--"
"Don't," I cut him off. "We have our job to do," I remind him, slipping out of the car and making my way ahead of him up the residence tower to the community advisor's room.