Samantha POV:
The alarm clock jars me awake and I groan in protest. I feel around the empty bed, missing his warm body beside me. I glance around and whisper his name, hoping he hasn't gone home because it means only one thing.
I head into the bathroom for a quick shower. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and the dark spot on my neck, the only physical reminder of what transpired.
I slip on my gray turtleneck—careful to hide the evidence—and finish getting dressed. I grab a quick bite to eat for breakfast before heading into the office.
The rain has stopped but the sky is still cloudy and the air is cool. I clutch my jacket tight across my chest, trying to keep warm, as I board the subway into work.
I feel the train shift around—side-to-side—and it reminds me of my life—bouncing, shifting, changing, ready to fall if you're not holding on tight.
I get off at my stop and walk the remaining several blocks to work. The fresh air helps to clear my mind.
I make my way inside the office, heading in to see Van Doren. I knock at her door and she waves me in.
"What can I do for you, Samantha?"
"I'd like to transfer to the Chicago field office."
"Can I ask why?"
"My sister," I pause. "She lives in Chicago and she's sick. They don't think she'll make it and she has a little girl that needs to be looked after."
"This has nothing to do with Agent Malone?" Her eyes watch mine closely.
"Not at all."
She stands up and closes the door. "Are you sure this is what you want? Once the transfer's in place, you know I can't reverse it."
"I realize that. I need to be with my sister," I emphasize.
"I'll need Jack's approval. Have you spoken with him yet?"
"No, but I'm sure he'll understand."
Van Doren signs the transfer request. "Finish filling this out and give it to Jack to sign. If he causes you any problems, have him see me."
"Thank you." I take the form and exit her office, making my way towards my desk.
Vivian has already entered the office and she approaches me. "Writing a report?"
"Not exactly." She eyes the form on my desk.
"You're transferring out?"
"My sister--" Vivian rolls her eyes, seeing through the little white lie.
"What'd Jack say?"
"I haven't told him yet."
"Good luck with that." She heads back towards her desk and I watch as Jack comes from the elevator. He glances at me before entering his office.
The alarm clock jars me awake and I groan in protest. I feel around the empty bed, missing his warm body beside me. I glance around and whisper his name, hoping he hasn't gone home because it means only one thing.
I head into the bathroom for a quick shower. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and the dark spot on my neck, the only physical reminder of what transpired.
I slip on my gray turtleneck—careful to hide the evidence—and finish getting dressed. I grab a quick bite to eat for breakfast before heading into the office.
The rain has stopped but the sky is still cloudy and the air is cool. I clutch my jacket tight across my chest, trying to keep warm, as I board the subway into work.
I feel the train shift around—side-to-side—and it reminds me of my life—bouncing, shifting, changing, ready to fall if you're not holding on tight.
I get off at my stop and walk the remaining several blocks to work. The fresh air helps to clear my mind.
I make my way inside the office, heading in to see Van Doren. I knock at her door and she waves me in.
"What can I do for you, Samantha?"
"I'd like to transfer to the Chicago field office."
"Can I ask why?"
"My sister," I pause. "She lives in Chicago and she's sick. They don't think she'll make it and she has a little girl that needs to be looked after."
"This has nothing to do with Agent Malone?" Her eyes watch mine closely.
"Not at all."
She stands up and closes the door. "Are you sure this is what you want? Once the transfer's in place, you know I can't reverse it."
"I realize that. I need to be with my sister," I emphasize.
"I'll need Jack's approval. Have you spoken with him yet?"
"No, but I'm sure he'll understand."
Van Doren signs the transfer request. "Finish filling this out and give it to Jack to sign. If he causes you any problems, have him see me."
"Thank you." I take the form and exit her office, making my way towards my desk.
Vivian has already entered the office and she approaches me. "Writing a report?"
"Not exactly." She eyes the form on my desk.
"You're transferring out?"
"My sister--" Vivian rolls her eyes, seeing through the little white lie.
"What'd Jack say?"
"I haven't told him yet."
"Good luck with that." She heads back towards her desk and I watch as Jack comes from the elevator. He glances at me before entering his office.