Chapter Six
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Author's note: I don't know if they have a break room or something where they work, so if they don't pretend they do. ;] Some JS, but nothing you need to worry about. Thanks for all the reviews. They really cheer me up and make me want to write more.
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Chapter 6
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Samantha reached forward and wrapped her fingers around the cup of coffee when they touched it, to take a sip of the not so warm black content. When she lifted the cup its weight let her know no liquid was in there anymore; she looked inside it anyway, just to make a double check; to be sure there was no more coffee indeed. Yep, no more coffee.
She sighed and put the cup down, then pressed her hand over her face, her fingers massaging softly one eye, then the other, trying to rid them of some of the tension. She was so tired of looking at the computer screen that the images and letters on there were all foggy now and she had to take another look to make out the words.
She brought her hand down and looked back at the screen, hoping she would finally have something. Well, today she wasn't very lucky; no matches yet. "I've got nothing yet," she said loud enough for Jack to hear.
"Keep looking, you may find something," his voice was so close to her that Samantha would've jumped out of the chair if she hadn't learned how to keep her cool. One of his hands was slightly rested on her shoulder sending warmth to her body. His personal scent - one she knew very well - was all around her, making her remember some of times they spent together.
She didn't care; his touch didn't affect her anymore, his scent didn't make her heart beat faster or ache with grief. He had no longer any kind of affect over her.
"I've been here nearly three hours now. I can't look at a computer for the rest of the day, my eyes are aching already."
"Why don't you go get some lunch then?" he said and took a step back, away from her, making Sam sigh with relief for this proximity was disturbing. Now the way he invaded her personal bubble was somehow irritating her.
"Yeah. I'm starving." She stood and looked around to see if Martin had gotten there yet, then she turned to look at Jack. "I'll just wait to until Martin's here to see if he wants to grab some lunch together." Ouch, that just came out . . . not that she really wanted to keep it to herself.
Jack raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised and crossed his arms in a defensive posture, then, as if trying to be nonchalant, he un-crossed his arms and looked at the computer screen. "Martin?"
"Yeah." She smiled, showing it, even if he wasn't looking at her; she knew he would see it anyway. She wanted to show him she was fine, she wasn't hurt anymore; that she had moved on.
He brought his eyes back to her, but instead of looking at her face or her eyes he let them travel her body, as though he was studying her, searching for any signs she was taken already. "You and Martin? Really?"
"Yeah." She felt that somehow this conversation was getting uncomfortable, not that she didn't want to talk about Martin because that was all she wanted to talk about, she wanted to say how wonderful he was, how gentle and nice and caring he was. What was uncomfortable was the fact that Jack seemed to be checking up on her, seeing if Martin was right for her. This just made her more irritated.
She turned to look at the direction of the elevator again and see if Martin was coming, but Jack's words brought her back to him. "So you two are . . . what? Just getting out? Casual encounter? Seeing each other just to alleviate the tension? What?"
His words were bitter than he wanted them to sound and they hurt her, they really did. She didn't know why she let him affect her like that. She was over him of course, but his words hurt her more than anybody else's because he knew her, he really did, but thought less of her anyway.
"This was uncalled for, Jack." Though her eyes were free of hurt tears her voice showed those same drops of water she fought against in her eyes. "We're dating," she said through clenched teeth, barely holding back the anger she felt, her voice wasn't teary anymore.
"Sam . . ." Jack said softly, regretting the way he spoke to her, feeling the need to apologize. "I'm sorry . . ."
"No, that's OK," she cut him off and looked again at the elevators wishing Martin was already there. "I better go. I'm starving." She wouldn't wait for Martin if this meant she'd have to face Jack and she was just worn out right now. She took her coat from the back of the chair and walked away from him.
Getting near the elevator, she pressed the button with much more force than it was actually needed, making a muffled sound echo silently. She was feeling the strong need to cry, to let those tears she fought against come out just as they wanted.
She put her coat on and crossed her arms in front of her body and stayed there waiting for the doors to open with her head down and hoping Jack wouldn't follow her. She didn't need his lame attempts he called excuses. She need Martin's arms to be wrapped around her and comfort her.
Hearing the 'ding' she looked up out of reflex, and waited the doors to open to practically throw herself inside.
"Woah. Slow down pretty woman."
Sam looked up startled and met Martin's eyes and smiling face. She put one hand on the door to stop it from closing. "Hey." She smiled by seeing his own smile; the deep blue of his eyes making her feel a familiar warmth.
"Where are you going?"
"I was . . ." She trailed off, forgetting for a second what she was going to say as she looked deeply in his eyes and got lost for a second in it. "I was going eat."
He lifted one hand until it was at her eye level and shook a plastic bag in front of her.
"Take out?"
"We don't have enough time to eat so take out is better than no food."
He had bought food for her, how lovely, but that meant she would have to eat here and she didn't want to face Jack right now. Realizing she was still keeping the elevator, she pulled Martin inside and let the elevator doors close. "Why don't we go eat somewhere else?" It was her best option, either she ate at the FBI, with Jack or they could go to the park or somewhere.
"Why?" He looked intensely at her, waiting for her answer, confused by her attitude.
"I just want to get out of here for a while."
"Sam?"
She met his eyes; she knew she couldn't fool him. Martin noticed the way she was acting and that something had happened. She was wearing that fearless façade and stood in a defensive posture, even if she didn't need to. Something had happened and he was sure it was something with Jack.
He pressed a button and stopped the elevator, keeping the doors closed. Putting one hand on her face to make her look at him, he asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing." She shook her head. "Nothing."
He sighed and put the bag on the floor so he could use both his hands. Putting them on her face, cupping it, he made her look in his eyes as he did the same, his thumbs caressing her cheeks gently. "Do you trust me?"
She looked puzzled at him, stunned by the absurdity of his question. "Of course I do."
"So tell me what's going on. You can't shut me out every time something happens with you. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's upsetting you."
She sighed, knowing he was right, that she was doing just that, shutting him out. But it was hard for her to let this kind of intimacy happen. She had been hurt so much before that she was scared she would something wrong and get hurt again. Her problems were her problems and nobody else's.
Not if she wanted a relationship with him because then her problems were his problems and vice versa.
"I told Jack we're seeing each other."
"Oh," he let out in a disappointed puff of air.
He was hurt; she knew that, she had hurt him without wanting it because he had just got the wrong idea. "No! It's not like that. I'm upset because of some things he said and I told him we were dating."
"Oh," he let out again but this time in a relieved puff.
"I just don't know if you want people to know about us. We can keep it quite if you want . . ."
"That's all right." He chuckled and put his arms around her, holding her tightly to him then kissed her forehead softly. "You can tell people about us, no problem. If you want, that is."
She pulled away just enough to look at him. She nodded as a sweet smile crept over her face then she leaned in to kiss him softly, just like he had kissed her forehead before. "I want people to know about us."
"Good," he whispered and missing the feel of her lips on his, he kissed her again. He noticed the bag of food on the floor said, "So, what if we go eat now?"
"Yeah." She nodded and pulled away then pressed the button so the elevator would move again. "Let's just go back."
To hell with Jack. She would go back and do what she always did without letting him hurt her and letting his words affect her. She had to forget that, he just did what he always did . . . he was just being the Jack she knew.
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". . . then I turned and out of nowhere the woman punched me with her baseball bat." Danny rambled, one hand on the back of his head massaging the hit spot.
Sam was standing behind him trying to see the bump on his head as she carefully chewed a piece of, well, something that Martin and brought. Due to Danny covering the bump with his hand, almost if he was afraid someone would touch it, Sam couldn't see the damage.
Danny and Viv were teamed to go interview a woman, who would possibly be a witness of their case, but it turned out to be - or that's what seemed - that she was somehow involved in the case of this missing person.
As soon as Danny had, err, invited himself in her house using his ID as a ticket to get inside, the woman got somewhat fearful and a lot dangerous. They interviewed as quick as they could so they could go back to the FBI and search on the computer for something different about Valerie Melbourne. But, much to Danny's dismay they found Valerie wasn't who she alleged she was by hitting Danny on the head - the jinxed one who was behind - with a baseball bat and ran to the back doors.
Since Danny was kind of non-awake - he was laying on the floor with one hand on the back of his head mumbling incoherent words - he wasn't of much help and Viv, in high heels and in not so great shape couldn't stop the woman, not mentioning that she was so stunned by what had happened and was trying to see if Danny was all right.
Seeing she wouldn't get to check on Danny's head she sighed and sat again next to Martin on the conference table. It seemed Danny wasn't going to take his hand off of his head anytime soon. "Are you feeling all right?"
"For the last time, Sam, yes, I am feeling perfectly fine. My head is just throbbing."
"Fine, I'm not gonna ask again," she said raising her hands and focusing again on the food in front of her. Right now the food was a bit more important than Danny's bump in the head.
"I think you should go see a doctor anyway," Viv spoke, looking carefully and worried at Danny.
"I said I'm fine. No need to see a doctor. It's just a bump."
Right then an irritating sound they all knew came from the computer and Sam was the first to turn and check what she already knew. "There's a match," she said getting up and going over the computer to check who had matched. "You're not going to believe this." She turned back to them with a witty smile on her face, everyone already gathered around her. "Valerie Melbourne."
"There's a address here, but it's not of her house," Viv said pointing at the screen right over where the address shone.
"Let's go everybody," Jack said with his boss tone and everyone started to get ready to go.
Sam put her heavy coat on and checked her gun and ID. Those little two things always made her feel safer. Strange thing. Of course a gun would make you safer, that's what gave them control the most. Unconsciously she looked back as she started to walk, just to check if Martin was behind her and as it should be, there he was, all ready. He met her eyes and winked flirtatiously at her, which brought a small smile over her lips.
Now they had to go get this Valerie Melbourne and find Michelle Laverne, the missing young girl.
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"Coffee?" Martin offered to Sam when she entered the break room, since he was already filling a cup to himself.
"Oh, yes, please." She smiled up at him and leaned with her back on the counter, resting it slightly there as she crossed her arms and watched Martin.
He handed her a cup and took a sip from his own, but as soon as the liquid had touched his lips, he spilled it back in the cup and quickly took her cup from her hand.
"Hey!"
"It's the worst coffee I ever drank. Don't touch it." He put both cups on the counter and moved around to find what he needed to make a new one. "Who did it anyway?"
"Hum, Danny I guess." Sam shrugged and chuckled at the same time as Martin shot her a quizzical look.
"You're kidding?" He chuckled to himself went back to make the new coffee. He put the filter in the coffee maker after throwing the old one in the garbage, then put hot water and the coffee powder. He turned on the machine and it started buzzing silently in the small room, its noise was the only one in the room.
"What should we do while we wait it till it's done?" Sam asked out of nowhere after a few moments of silence.
Martin, who was tapping his fingers on the counter, trying lamely to reproduce a song it seemed only he knew, stopped and looked expectantly at her.
She giggled softly and stepped closer to him, her hands went to the back of his neck. They softly wrap themselves around it, sending him chills as her fingers touched the back of his neck. She looked at him, smiling brightly, as thoughts ran crazily in her head.
Martin leaned in, feeling her breath against his skin, their lips almost touching, "We shouldn't do this here, you know that."
"I know," she whispered in his ear and planted a butterfly kiss on his ear lobe then brought her eyes to his. "But since when you started respecting rules?"
"I didn't," he whispered back and let their lips touch.
When they pulled apart she glanced up and tried to restrain that smile that threatened to break across her face. His lips looked so tantalizingly soft and she had to stop herself from touching his lips with hers all during the day, which was really hard.
She pressed her lips on his again, harder this time, slowly parting her lips, inviting him in. Her hold on his neck tightened and Martin's arm went around her waist to pull her closer, even it being visually or humanly impossible. And they kissed. They kissed and kissed and kissed. The noise of the coffee maker telling them the coffee was ready went unnoticed. And they kissed again, and again and again, until a hard and embarrassed cough stopped them from sucking each other lives and stopped Sam's hand to go even lower than it should.
They pulled apart, well, jumped away from each other just to see Danny standing on the doorway with his arms crossed, cheeks red of embarrassment and an amused smile on his lips. Not really a good combination.
"Oh, hum, Danny, we're just . . ." Sam tried to take herself off the hook, her lips swollen like hell and cheeks much more red than Danny's. She was twisting her hands nervously, not sure of what to do with them. Funny, because five seconds ago she was pretty sure of it.
"Yeah . . ." Martin agreed, though not really sure with what since she had said nothing really.
"I'm pretty sure of it," Danny said entering the room and heading to the coffee maker. He put a cup of the just made coffee to himself and went to the other side of the room to lean against the counter so he could look at both Martin and Sam. "So?"
"So . . . I have paperwork to do." Sam quickly dismissed herself and before they could even blink she was out of the room leaving poor Martin to deal alone with Danny, who, of course, looked expectantly at him.
"She must be the hell of a kisser."
"Oh my," Martin mumbled and walked out of the break room.
"Where are you going?" Danny yelled after him. "You have an explanation to give me! Martin!" His name came out more like a deep chuckle than the yell Danny wanted to give. He put his cup of coffee on the counter and walked out of the room too, laughing like he had just remembered some joke a friend had told him long before.
This was too damn good. He would have blackmail and a reason to mock Martin for the rest of his existence.
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Once again, Sam was sitting on her desk, loads of paper around it, just waiting to be filled in and dismissed. She hated that part of the job. Every time they closed a case there were tons of paperwork to do and time was what they have the less amount of.
She cursed herself for forgetting that coffee; that was the reason she had gone to the break room. But of course she couldn't go back there. Knowing Danny he would probably be lurking around, just waiting a good time to show up and start the endless interview. It was her fault anyway. She was the one who started that little lip lock scene not caring if someone could walk inside the room and catch the both of them almost undressing each other.
What else could she do? All day she kept looking at Martin, staring at him, having not so innocent thoughts and all she could think of was to try to steal a kiss while they were alone. Good thing it hadn't been Jack who caught them otherwise she knew a long and boring conversation would happen for both Martin and herself. They didn't need any more problems.
She looked down at the paper she was writing on and sighed again. This really sucked. And she still had all the paperwork of the other day, when they should have actually done paperwork but ended up doing . . . hum, well, more fun things.
Damn, she shouldn't have thought that because now she would think about all that they did and want to go home with Martin. God, he was so wonderful she still couldn't really believe; she still was caught surprised, amused, stunned. She thought about him every waking moment that day, all the while she was looking around to see if Martin was there, if he was near enough so if she wanted she would be able to walk to him and smell his scent for one or two seconds or 'accidentally' touch him.
She would never get tired of the butterflies he gave her, of the lovingly looks or sweet smiles he shot in her direction. She was completely drawn to him, he felt so good. His touch, his scent, his warmth, even his breathe, every thing about him was wonderful. She didn't know how she didn't see it before, that she would feel something like that for him.
Since from the beginning she felt somewhat attracted to him, she felt a tiny tingle in her body, it was just that she was so involved with Jack that she didn't see it. She didn't believe it could be something. She had told Danny about his smile, she loved his smile, the way his mouth turned and how his eyes shone when he did that single gesture.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, rubbing her tired eyes, as images came running through her head. Her feelings were growing and becoming stronger and suddenly she knew she'd never feel as strongly for another person as she did then and there was nothing she could do about, not that she really cared anyway. She wanted these feelings to be with her for the rest of her life and never change.
"Busy?"
She jumped out of her chair startled by his sweet voice. "For the love of God, Martin! You scared the shit out of me," she said out of breath, one hand going to her pulsating heart through her chest trying to calm her nerves.
"Sorry." He chuckled slightly amused.
She waved a hand in front of her. "Yeah, yeah. That's all right."
"Do you want to do something tonight?" he asked with a flirtatious tone that was too obvious just for the fact she should notice it.
She looked up, a smiled already formed on her lips. "Sorry buddy." She waved one hand around her to point all the papers. "Half of it should be already done, but since our last," She tried a lame attempt to mimic his voice, ". . . 'Should we do something tonight?' turned out to be something completely different from what I had planed at first I need to stay until late to finish at least some of it."
"I didn't hear you complaining."
"No I didn't," she said with a sexy voice, flirtatious look a smile on her face that made him melt. "Don't you have paperwork too?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said with a puff of air, visibly bored only by the thought of doing his paperwork.
"So . . . I think you should start doing it."
"Yeah. I should."
Sam went back to her papers, trying to work again, but Martin scent was still there, letting her know he was still there. She looked up again to see Martin with both hands inside his coat pockets still staring at her. "What?"
"What what? Can't I stare at you?" he said trying to fake shock, putting one hand over his heart as if he was hurt.
She chuckled more to herself and threw a paper ball at him. "I can't work with you staring at me. Why don't you go do your stuff?"
He chuckled too. "All right," he said a bit disappointed he wouldn't see her until the next day. "I'm leaving." He stopped as he passed by her to put a quick kiss on her head. "Bye."
"Bye." She turned on her chair to watch him walk away but half way to the elevator he stopped and turned back.
"Hey Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Thursday, me and you, seven o'clock?"
"That'd be lovely."
"Great." He smiled and turned to go again, this time without looking back or making out an excuse to do so.
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End of chapter six. My God... it's really bad... I don't know what's wrong with me. These damn chapters are not coming out the way I want them to pout... Anyway, review and tell how much I suck.
Disclaimer: No more of it! No more of it! But they're not mine, though.
Author's note: I don't know if they have a break room or something where they work, so if they don't pretend they do. ;] Some JS, but nothing you need to worry about. Thanks for all the reviews. They really cheer me up and make me want to write more.
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Chapter 6
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Samantha reached forward and wrapped her fingers around the cup of coffee when they touched it, to take a sip of the not so warm black content. When she lifted the cup its weight let her know no liquid was in there anymore; she looked inside it anyway, just to make a double check; to be sure there was no more coffee indeed. Yep, no more coffee.
She sighed and put the cup down, then pressed her hand over her face, her fingers massaging softly one eye, then the other, trying to rid them of some of the tension. She was so tired of looking at the computer screen that the images and letters on there were all foggy now and she had to take another look to make out the words.
She brought her hand down and looked back at the screen, hoping she would finally have something. Well, today she wasn't very lucky; no matches yet. "I've got nothing yet," she said loud enough for Jack to hear.
"Keep looking, you may find something," his voice was so close to her that Samantha would've jumped out of the chair if she hadn't learned how to keep her cool. One of his hands was slightly rested on her shoulder sending warmth to her body. His personal scent - one she knew very well - was all around her, making her remember some of times they spent together.
She didn't care; his touch didn't affect her anymore, his scent didn't make her heart beat faster or ache with grief. He had no longer any kind of affect over her.
"I've been here nearly three hours now. I can't look at a computer for the rest of the day, my eyes are aching already."
"Why don't you go get some lunch then?" he said and took a step back, away from her, making Sam sigh with relief for this proximity was disturbing. Now the way he invaded her personal bubble was somehow irritating her.
"Yeah. I'm starving." She stood and looked around to see if Martin had gotten there yet, then she turned to look at Jack. "I'll just wait to until Martin's here to see if he wants to grab some lunch together." Ouch, that just came out . . . not that she really wanted to keep it to herself.
Jack raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised and crossed his arms in a defensive posture, then, as if trying to be nonchalant, he un-crossed his arms and looked at the computer screen. "Martin?"
"Yeah." She smiled, showing it, even if he wasn't looking at her; she knew he would see it anyway. She wanted to show him she was fine, she wasn't hurt anymore; that she had moved on.
He brought his eyes back to her, but instead of looking at her face or her eyes he let them travel her body, as though he was studying her, searching for any signs she was taken already. "You and Martin? Really?"
"Yeah." She felt that somehow this conversation was getting uncomfortable, not that she didn't want to talk about Martin because that was all she wanted to talk about, she wanted to say how wonderful he was, how gentle and nice and caring he was. What was uncomfortable was the fact that Jack seemed to be checking up on her, seeing if Martin was right for her. This just made her more irritated.
She turned to look at the direction of the elevator again and see if Martin was coming, but Jack's words brought her back to him. "So you two are . . . what? Just getting out? Casual encounter? Seeing each other just to alleviate the tension? What?"
His words were bitter than he wanted them to sound and they hurt her, they really did. She didn't know why she let him affect her like that. She was over him of course, but his words hurt her more than anybody else's because he knew her, he really did, but thought less of her anyway.
"This was uncalled for, Jack." Though her eyes were free of hurt tears her voice showed those same drops of water she fought against in her eyes. "We're dating," she said through clenched teeth, barely holding back the anger she felt, her voice wasn't teary anymore.
"Sam . . ." Jack said softly, regretting the way he spoke to her, feeling the need to apologize. "I'm sorry . . ."
"No, that's OK," she cut him off and looked again at the elevators wishing Martin was already there. "I better go. I'm starving." She wouldn't wait for Martin if this meant she'd have to face Jack and she was just worn out right now. She took her coat from the back of the chair and walked away from him.
Getting near the elevator, she pressed the button with much more force than it was actually needed, making a muffled sound echo silently. She was feeling the strong need to cry, to let those tears she fought against come out just as they wanted.
She put her coat on and crossed her arms in front of her body and stayed there waiting for the doors to open with her head down and hoping Jack wouldn't follow her. She didn't need his lame attempts he called excuses. She need Martin's arms to be wrapped around her and comfort her.
Hearing the 'ding' she looked up out of reflex, and waited the doors to open to practically throw herself inside.
"Woah. Slow down pretty woman."
Sam looked up startled and met Martin's eyes and smiling face. She put one hand on the door to stop it from closing. "Hey." She smiled by seeing his own smile; the deep blue of his eyes making her feel a familiar warmth.
"Where are you going?"
"I was . . ." She trailed off, forgetting for a second what she was going to say as she looked deeply in his eyes and got lost for a second in it. "I was going eat."
He lifted one hand until it was at her eye level and shook a plastic bag in front of her.
"Take out?"
"We don't have enough time to eat so take out is better than no food."
He had bought food for her, how lovely, but that meant she would have to eat here and she didn't want to face Jack right now. Realizing she was still keeping the elevator, she pulled Martin inside and let the elevator doors close. "Why don't we go eat somewhere else?" It was her best option, either she ate at the FBI, with Jack or they could go to the park or somewhere.
"Why?" He looked intensely at her, waiting for her answer, confused by her attitude.
"I just want to get out of here for a while."
"Sam?"
She met his eyes; she knew she couldn't fool him. Martin noticed the way she was acting and that something had happened. She was wearing that fearless façade and stood in a defensive posture, even if she didn't need to. Something had happened and he was sure it was something with Jack.
He pressed a button and stopped the elevator, keeping the doors closed. Putting one hand on her face to make her look at him, he asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing." She shook her head. "Nothing."
He sighed and put the bag on the floor so he could use both his hands. Putting them on her face, cupping it, he made her look in his eyes as he did the same, his thumbs caressing her cheeks gently. "Do you trust me?"
She looked puzzled at him, stunned by the absurdity of his question. "Of course I do."
"So tell me what's going on. You can't shut me out every time something happens with you. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's upsetting you."
She sighed, knowing he was right, that she was doing just that, shutting him out. But it was hard for her to let this kind of intimacy happen. She had been hurt so much before that she was scared she would something wrong and get hurt again. Her problems were her problems and nobody else's.
Not if she wanted a relationship with him because then her problems were his problems and vice versa.
"I told Jack we're seeing each other."
"Oh," he let out in a disappointed puff of air.
He was hurt; she knew that, she had hurt him without wanting it because he had just got the wrong idea. "No! It's not like that. I'm upset because of some things he said and I told him we were dating."
"Oh," he let out again but this time in a relieved puff.
"I just don't know if you want people to know about us. We can keep it quite if you want . . ."
"That's all right." He chuckled and put his arms around her, holding her tightly to him then kissed her forehead softly. "You can tell people about us, no problem. If you want, that is."
She pulled away just enough to look at him. She nodded as a sweet smile crept over her face then she leaned in to kiss him softly, just like he had kissed her forehead before. "I want people to know about us."
"Good," he whispered and missing the feel of her lips on his, he kissed her again. He noticed the bag of food on the floor said, "So, what if we go eat now?"
"Yeah." She nodded and pulled away then pressed the button so the elevator would move again. "Let's just go back."
To hell with Jack. She would go back and do what she always did without letting him hurt her and letting his words affect her. She had to forget that, he just did what he always did . . . he was just being the Jack she knew.
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". . . then I turned and out of nowhere the woman punched me with her baseball bat." Danny rambled, one hand on the back of his head massaging the hit spot.
Sam was standing behind him trying to see the bump on his head as she carefully chewed a piece of, well, something that Martin and brought. Due to Danny covering the bump with his hand, almost if he was afraid someone would touch it, Sam couldn't see the damage.
Danny and Viv were teamed to go interview a woman, who would possibly be a witness of their case, but it turned out to be - or that's what seemed - that she was somehow involved in the case of this missing person.
As soon as Danny had, err, invited himself in her house using his ID as a ticket to get inside, the woman got somewhat fearful and a lot dangerous. They interviewed as quick as they could so they could go back to the FBI and search on the computer for something different about Valerie Melbourne. But, much to Danny's dismay they found Valerie wasn't who she alleged she was by hitting Danny on the head - the jinxed one who was behind - with a baseball bat and ran to the back doors.
Since Danny was kind of non-awake - he was laying on the floor with one hand on the back of his head mumbling incoherent words - he wasn't of much help and Viv, in high heels and in not so great shape couldn't stop the woman, not mentioning that she was so stunned by what had happened and was trying to see if Danny was all right.
Seeing she wouldn't get to check on Danny's head she sighed and sat again next to Martin on the conference table. It seemed Danny wasn't going to take his hand off of his head anytime soon. "Are you feeling all right?"
"For the last time, Sam, yes, I am feeling perfectly fine. My head is just throbbing."
"Fine, I'm not gonna ask again," she said raising her hands and focusing again on the food in front of her. Right now the food was a bit more important than Danny's bump in the head.
"I think you should go see a doctor anyway," Viv spoke, looking carefully and worried at Danny.
"I said I'm fine. No need to see a doctor. It's just a bump."
Right then an irritating sound they all knew came from the computer and Sam was the first to turn and check what she already knew. "There's a match," she said getting up and going over the computer to check who had matched. "You're not going to believe this." She turned back to them with a witty smile on her face, everyone already gathered around her. "Valerie Melbourne."
"There's a address here, but it's not of her house," Viv said pointing at the screen right over where the address shone.
"Let's go everybody," Jack said with his boss tone and everyone started to get ready to go.
Sam put her heavy coat on and checked her gun and ID. Those little two things always made her feel safer. Strange thing. Of course a gun would make you safer, that's what gave them control the most. Unconsciously she looked back as she started to walk, just to check if Martin was behind her and as it should be, there he was, all ready. He met her eyes and winked flirtatiously at her, which brought a small smile over her lips.
Now they had to go get this Valerie Melbourne and find Michelle Laverne, the missing young girl.
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"Coffee?" Martin offered to Sam when she entered the break room, since he was already filling a cup to himself.
"Oh, yes, please." She smiled up at him and leaned with her back on the counter, resting it slightly there as she crossed her arms and watched Martin.
He handed her a cup and took a sip from his own, but as soon as the liquid had touched his lips, he spilled it back in the cup and quickly took her cup from her hand.
"Hey!"
"It's the worst coffee I ever drank. Don't touch it." He put both cups on the counter and moved around to find what he needed to make a new one. "Who did it anyway?"
"Hum, Danny I guess." Sam shrugged and chuckled at the same time as Martin shot her a quizzical look.
"You're kidding?" He chuckled to himself went back to make the new coffee. He put the filter in the coffee maker after throwing the old one in the garbage, then put hot water and the coffee powder. He turned on the machine and it started buzzing silently in the small room, its noise was the only one in the room.
"What should we do while we wait it till it's done?" Sam asked out of nowhere after a few moments of silence.
Martin, who was tapping his fingers on the counter, trying lamely to reproduce a song it seemed only he knew, stopped and looked expectantly at her.
She giggled softly and stepped closer to him, her hands went to the back of his neck. They softly wrap themselves around it, sending him chills as her fingers touched the back of his neck. She looked at him, smiling brightly, as thoughts ran crazily in her head.
Martin leaned in, feeling her breath against his skin, their lips almost touching, "We shouldn't do this here, you know that."
"I know," she whispered in his ear and planted a butterfly kiss on his ear lobe then brought her eyes to his. "But since when you started respecting rules?"
"I didn't," he whispered back and let their lips touch.
When they pulled apart she glanced up and tried to restrain that smile that threatened to break across her face. His lips looked so tantalizingly soft and she had to stop herself from touching his lips with hers all during the day, which was really hard.
She pressed her lips on his again, harder this time, slowly parting her lips, inviting him in. Her hold on his neck tightened and Martin's arm went around her waist to pull her closer, even it being visually or humanly impossible. And they kissed. They kissed and kissed and kissed. The noise of the coffee maker telling them the coffee was ready went unnoticed. And they kissed again, and again and again, until a hard and embarrassed cough stopped them from sucking each other lives and stopped Sam's hand to go even lower than it should.
They pulled apart, well, jumped away from each other just to see Danny standing on the doorway with his arms crossed, cheeks red of embarrassment and an amused smile on his lips. Not really a good combination.
"Oh, hum, Danny, we're just . . ." Sam tried to take herself off the hook, her lips swollen like hell and cheeks much more red than Danny's. She was twisting her hands nervously, not sure of what to do with them. Funny, because five seconds ago she was pretty sure of it.
"Yeah . . ." Martin agreed, though not really sure with what since she had said nothing really.
"I'm pretty sure of it," Danny said entering the room and heading to the coffee maker. He put a cup of the just made coffee to himself and went to the other side of the room to lean against the counter so he could look at both Martin and Sam. "So?"
"So . . . I have paperwork to do." Sam quickly dismissed herself and before they could even blink she was out of the room leaving poor Martin to deal alone with Danny, who, of course, looked expectantly at him.
"She must be the hell of a kisser."
"Oh my," Martin mumbled and walked out of the break room.
"Where are you going?" Danny yelled after him. "You have an explanation to give me! Martin!" His name came out more like a deep chuckle than the yell Danny wanted to give. He put his cup of coffee on the counter and walked out of the room too, laughing like he had just remembered some joke a friend had told him long before.
This was too damn good. He would have blackmail and a reason to mock Martin for the rest of his existence.
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Once again, Sam was sitting on her desk, loads of paper around it, just waiting to be filled in and dismissed. She hated that part of the job. Every time they closed a case there were tons of paperwork to do and time was what they have the less amount of.
She cursed herself for forgetting that coffee; that was the reason she had gone to the break room. But of course she couldn't go back there. Knowing Danny he would probably be lurking around, just waiting a good time to show up and start the endless interview. It was her fault anyway. She was the one who started that little lip lock scene not caring if someone could walk inside the room and catch the both of them almost undressing each other.
What else could she do? All day she kept looking at Martin, staring at him, having not so innocent thoughts and all she could think of was to try to steal a kiss while they were alone. Good thing it hadn't been Jack who caught them otherwise she knew a long and boring conversation would happen for both Martin and herself. They didn't need any more problems.
She looked down at the paper she was writing on and sighed again. This really sucked. And she still had all the paperwork of the other day, when they should have actually done paperwork but ended up doing . . . hum, well, more fun things.
Damn, she shouldn't have thought that because now she would think about all that they did and want to go home with Martin. God, he was so wonderful she still couldn't really believe; she still was caught surprised, amused, stunned. She thought about him every waking moment that day, all the while she was looking around to see if Martin was there, if he was near enough so if she wanted she would be able to walk to him and smell his scent for one or two seconds or 'accidentally' touch him.
She would never get tired of the butterflies he gave her, of the lovingly looks or sweet smiles he shot in her direction. She was completely drawn to him, he felt so good. His touch, his scent, his warmth, even his breathe, every thing about him was wonderful. She didn't know how she didn't see it before, that she would feel something like that for him.
Since from the beginning she felt somewhat attracted to him, she felt a tiny tingle in her body, it was just that she was so involved with Jack that she didn't see it. She didn't believe it could be something. She had told Danny about his smile, she loved his smile, the way his mouth turned and how his eyes shone when he did that single gesture.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, rubbing her tired eyes, as images came running through her head. Her feelings were growing and becoming stronger and suddenly she knew she'd never feel as strongly for another person as she did then and there was nothing she could do about, not that she really cared anyway. She wanted these feelings to be with her for the rest of her life and never change.
"Busy?"
She jumped out of her chair startled by his sweet voice. "For the love of God, Martin! You scared the shit out of me," she said out of breath, one hand going to her pulsating heart through her chest trying to calm her nerves.
"Sorry." He chuckled slightly amused.
She waved a hand in front of her. "Yeah, yeah. That's all right."
"Do you want to do something tonight?" he asked with a flirtatious tone that was too obvious just for the fact she should notice it.
She looked up, a smiled already formed on her lips. "Sorry buddy." She waved one hand around her to point all the papers. "Half of it should be already done, but since our last," She tried a lame attempt to mimic his voice, ". . . 'Should we do something tonight?' turned out to be something completely different from what I had planed at first I need to stay until late to finish at least some of it."
"I didn't hear you complaining."
"No I didn't," she said with a sexy voice, flirtatious look a smile on her face that made him melt. "Don't you have paperwork too?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said with a puff of air, visibly bored only by the thought of doing his paperwork.
"So . . . I think you should start doing it."
"Yeah. I should."
Sam went back to her papers, trying to work again, but Martin scent was still there, letting her know he was still there. She looked up again to see Martin with both hands inside his coat pockets still staring at her. "What?"
"What what? Can't I stare at you?" he said trying to fake shock, putting one hand over his heart as if he was hurt.
She chuckled more to herself and threw a paper ball at him. "I can't work with you staring at me. Why don't you go do your stuff?"
He chuckled too. "All right," he said a bit disappointed he wouldn't see her until the next day. "I'm leaving." He stopped as he passed by her to put a quick kiss on her head. "Bye."
"Bye." She turned on her chair to watch him walk away but half way to the elevator he stopped and turned back.
"Hey Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Thursday, me and you, seven o'clock?"
"That'd be lovely."
"Great." He smiled and turned to go again, this time without looking back or making out an excuse to do so.
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End of chapter six. My God... it's really bad... I don't know what's wrong with me. These damn chapters are not coming out the way I want them to pout... Anyway, review and tell how much I suck.