Title: Time is Running Out
Author: SunReyes
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Doppelganger & Two Families
Summary: A post episode story for Two Families
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, etc. I wasn't planning on writing a story but Millie's comments on MSt, persuaded me (. Enjoy!
I sat there, at Samantha's desk, waiting for the phone call. Time was running out, seconds were passing by and the phone had not rang.
The room grew tense, the anticipation heavy as our silence surrounded each and every once of us.
Sam glanced at her watch, her nervousness showing through her strong façade. She was the only one to move. Everyone else sat perfectly still, as if time had frozen.
Samantha shifted in her seat, she was on edge all day.
I glanced toward the phone. This was not good. Someone had to call. Something had to be done. This was not right.
The clocked ticked by another minute.
Samantha's eyes shifted downward, we all knew these were likely his last moments. The phone call never came and no one knew what to say. A heavy sense of dread washed over the office.
One by one, Danny and Vivian started to leave. Martin eyed Samantha briefly before grabbing what he needed and taking off.
Sam sat there, staring at her watch, her face down.
"I--" she looked up at me, looking for hope, a prayer, some sort of miracle. What could I offer her? What could I give her? There she was, looking at me like a lost little girl, all over again.
I felt my own insides crumbling as her shoulders sank and I slid the chair towards her. My legs brushed hers.
She buried her head in my chest, her hands gripping the lapels of my jacket as I felt her quiet sobs against my neck.
"I was so certain he was guilty," Samantha whispered between tears. She finally came up for air, moving her head to my shoulder.
"It doesn't matter," I tried to reason with her. She shook her head no.
"It's not right." Her voice broke, "why do the guilty ones get off and the innocent ones--" she can't say the rest, it only solidifies the empty truth to her words.
"We did our job today, Sam." I tried to remind her. "We found our missing person and he was alive. It's something to be happy about."
"I'm not though," she answered. "We failed."
"We did the best we could."
"It's not good enough." She retorted. "You're satisfied with what happened?"
"No," I shook my head and she finally met my stare. "It brought me back to you though," I tried to smile at her, hoping to ease her worries. I wanted to take her home and make love to her. I wanted her to forget the troubles of our job and her worries of the real world.
"I can't, Jack." My eyes asked why so did my heart, but my lips didn't speak. "I'm seeing Martin." Her eyes fell to the floor.
"Oh." I didn't know what to say. I suspected as much. It wasn't like I didn't assign them together on recent cases—I suppose I tried to keep her off my mind and it worked for her.
"Don't look so happy for me." She sat back against her chair. Her hands gripped the seat but my legs still were square against hers.
"I am happy for you." I tried to believe the words coming off my lips. I'm sure she didn't believe them.
"Yeah," she rolled her eyes and tilted her head sideways, glancing down at the ground. "I should get home," she paused and glanced up to meet my eyes. "I suppose you can come over if you want," a smile toyed at the corners of her lips. "He doesn't have to know." She laughed and leaned in to steal a kiss from me.
The End.
Author: SunReyes
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Doppelganger & Two Families
Summary: A post episode story for Two Families
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, etc. I wasn't planning on writing a story but Millie's comments on MSt, persuaded me (. Enjoy!
I sat there, at Samantha's desk, waiting for the phone call. Time was running out, seconds were passing by and the phone had not rang.
The room grew tense, the anticipation heavy as our silence surrounded each and every once of us.
Sam glanced at her watch, her nervousness showing through her strong façade. She was the only one to move. Everyone else sat perfectly still, as if time had frozen.
Samantha shifted in her seat, she was on edge all day.
I glanced toward the phone. This was not good. Someone had to call. Something had to be done. This was not right.
The clocked ticked by another minute.
Samantha's eyes shifted downward, we all knew these were likely his last moments. The phone call never came and no one knew what to say. A heavy sense of dread washed over the office.
One by one, Danny and Vivian started to leave. Martin eyed Samantha briefly before grabbing what he needed and taking off.
Sam sat there, staring at her watch, her face down.
"I--" she looked up at me, looking for hope, a prayer, some sort of miracle. What could I offer her? What could I give her? There she was, looking at me like a lost little girl, all over again.
I felt my own insides crumbling as her shoulders sank and I slid the chair towards her. My legs brushed hers.
She buried her head in my chest, her hands gripping the lapels of my jacket as I felt her quiet sobs against my neck.
"I was so certain he was guilty," Samantha whispered between tears. She finally came up for air, moving her head to my shoulder.
"It doesn't matter," I tried to reason with her. She shook her head no.
"It's not right." Her voice broke, "why do the guilty ones get off and the innocent ones--" she can't say the rest, it only solidifies the empty truth to her words.
"We did our job today, Sam." I tried to remind her. "We found our missing person and he was alive. It's something to be happy about."
"I'm not though," she answered. "We failed."
"We did the best we could."
"It's not good enough." She retorted. "You're satisfied with what happened?"
"No," I shook my head and she finally met my stare. "It brought me back to you though," I tried to smile at her, hoping to ease her worries. I wanted to take her home and make love to her. I wanted her to forget the troubles of our job and her worries of the real world.
"I can't, Jack." My eyes asked why so did my heart, but my lips didn't speak. "I'm seeing Martin." Her eyes fell to the floor.
"Oh." I didn't know what to say. I suspected as much. It wasn't like I didn't assign them together on recent cases—I suppose I tried to keep her off my mind and it worked for her.
"Don't look so happy for me." She sat back against her chair. Her hands gripped the seat but my legs still were square against hers.
"I am happy for you." I tried to believe the words coming off my lips. I'm sure she didn't believe them.
"Yeah," she rolled her eyes and tilted her head sideways, glancing down at the ground. "I should get home," she paused and glanced up to meet my eyes. "I suppose you can come over if you want," a smile toyed at the corners of her lips. "He doesn't have to know." She laughed and leaned in to steal a kiss from me.
The End.