Spoilers: Moving On
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews y'guys! *does happy dance* Bits of
this chapter seem a bit out of character, but it had to be done. And
besides, I'm sure the three of them that are out of character would act
that way, sometimes. Right?
~*~Takes place eight months after last chapter~*~
Samantha sighed to herself, absent-mindedly rubbing circles on Martin's bare chest with her thumb. She pulled herself closer into his side, moving her head to underneath his chin.
"Sam? What's wrong?" Martin asked quietly, tightening his grip on her.
"Do you remember that case about eight months ago, the one with the doctor that disappeared while jogging with her ex-husband?" She asked quietly, remembering the emotions that had, in the long run brought the two of them together.
"Yeah, she's the one that was trying to protect her daughter who wasn't really her daughter?" Martin asked, slightly confused. Sam nodded. "Why do you ask?"
A lone tear trickled down Sam's face, but she wiped away quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice. "Martin, I've never told you this, and if you hate me I won't blame you but-."
Martin laughed softly. "Sam, you're babbling. I could never hate you. I love you so much." He kissed the top of her head. "Just tell me what's wrong."
"When I was sixteen, I got pregnant. I gave my baby girl up for adoption." Sam whispered, tensing up, waiting for his words of rejection, waiting for him to ask for his ring back.
"That's it?" He said, after an awkward pause. "I don't mean to downsize it, but you made it sound like you'd killed somebody." She gave a light laugh.
"Yup. That's me. A hired hit woman." She paused a moment, to work up her courage. "You don't think less of me?" She asked in a small voice.
"Think less of you?" Martin said incredulously. He moved her so he was able to look into her eyes. "Sam, this may sound crazy, but I think more of you." At her raised eyebrows, he explained, "You were sixteen. You wouldn't have been able to provide for the baby, give it a home she deserved, no offense."
"None taken." She whispered, in shock that he was repeating the mantra that she'd been telling herself since she realized she was pregnant.
"So you did the best thing you could have done for her, give her to a couple who could. You made sure that she had a chance for a better life, with parents who could provide for her." He reached for her left hand and fingered the simple engagement ring. He smiled slightly. He was so lucky to have her. When he'd seen that ring, it simply screamed 'Samantha Spade.'
"What's so funny?" She whispered. He smiled wider.
"I'm just thinking what their reactions are going to be when you walk in with the ring." He explained, her grin matched his.
"That'll be a shocker. One day I'm single, the next, I'm engaged to the sweetest guy in the FBI." She teased, kissing him. He returned the kiss, with equal passion.
~*~
"Morning Samantha." Danny said as the beautiful woman entered the small enclosure of desks.
"Good morning." She returned good naturedly, sitting at her desk. "Do we have a case yet?"
"No, but Jack hasn't come out of what the hell is that on your finger?" Danny exclaimed, switching topic mid-sentence. Feigning innocence, Samantha looked down at her hands.
"Oh that. Yeah. I met this really sweet guy the other night, he gave it to me." She said nonchalantly, raising her eyes to meet Martin's, and she knew he was loving every moment of Danny's confusion. Danny followed her gaze to Martin's.
"Martin, did you know about this?" Martin put an innocent face on and nodded. That put even more confusion onto Danny's face.
"What's wrong Danny? Brain going into overdrive?" Viviane teased the complexed younger agent. Danny glared at the dark-skinned agent as she entered the area of desks that the missing person's unit occupied.
"Sam's engaged and she's never given any indication that she was seeing anybody." Danny complained, glaring at Martin, who seemed to know more about the situation than he did. 'Fitzy?' He thought, seeing the sparkle in his eyes. 'Nah, couldn't be. I thought he got over her ages ago.'
"Let me see." Viviane commanded, holding out her hand. Samantha complied. "It's beautiful." Viviane breathed, twisting and turning her hand so the ring caught the light, and reflecting into different directions.
"Do you have a date set?" Viviane asked, settling into her seat, spinning around so she could face the group. Samantha rolled her eyes.
"Give us some time Viv! He only proposed last night!" She exclaimed, as Jack joined the foursome.
"Who proposed?" Jack asked, confusion written all over his face. His eyes narrowed slightly as they focused on the diamond on her left hand. "Congratulations." He said quietly, turning away from the group, sticking an 8 by 10 photo onto the whiteboard.
"Audrey Johnstone, age 16." He announced, switching back into the business mode. "Stayed after school yesterday, never made it home. Martin, Danny, I want you to go to the school, talk to teachers friends. Find out what you can. Sam, go to Shaw's where she works part time after school. Viv, you and I are going to talk to her parents." Turning on his heel and walked out. The remaining four agents glanced at each other.
It was going to be a long day.
~*~Takes place eight months after last chapter~*~
Samantha sighed to herself, absent-mindedly rubbing circles on Martin's bare chest with her thumb. She pulled herself closer into his side, moving her head to underneath his chin.
"Sam? What's wrong?" Martin asked quietly, tightening his grip on her.
"Do you remember that case about eight months ago, the one with the doctor that disappeared while jogging with her ex-husband?" She asked quietly, remembering the emotions that had, in the long run brought the two of them together.
"Yeah, she's the one that was trying to protect her daughter who wasn't really her daughter?" Martin asked, slightly confused. Sam nodded. "Why do you ask?"
A lone tear trickled down Sam's face, but she wiped away quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice. "Martin, I've never told you this, and if you hate me I won't blame you but-."
Martin laughed softly. "Sam, you're babbling. I could never hate you. I love you so much." He kissed the top of her head. "Just tell me what's wrong."
"When I was sixteen, I got pregnant. I gave my baby girl up for adoption." Sam whispered, tensing up, waiting for his words of rejection, waiting for him to ask for his ring back.
"That's it?" He said, after an awkward pause. "I don't mean to downsize it, but you made it sound like you'd killed somebody." She gave a light laugh.
"Yup. That's me. A hired hit woman." She paused a moment, to work up her courage. "You don't think less of me?" She asked in a small voice.
"Think less of you?" Martin said incredulously. He moved her so he was able to look into her eyes. "Sam, this may sound crazy, but I think more of you." At her raised eyebrows, he explained, "You were sixteen. You wouldn't have been able to provide for the baby, give it a home she deserved, no offense."
"None taken." She whispered, in shock that he was repeating the mantra that she'd been telling herself since she realized she was pregnant.
"So you did the best thing you could have done for her, give her to a couple who could. You made sure that she had a chance for a better life, with parents who could provide for her." He reached for her left hand and fingered the simple engagement ring. He smiled slightly. He was so lucky to have her. When he'd seen that ring, it simply screamed 'Samantha Spade.'
"What's so funny?" She whispered. He smiled wider.
"I'm just thinking what their reactions are going to be when you walk in with the ring." He explained, her grin matched his.
"That'll be a shocker. One day I'm single, the next, I'm engaged to the sweetest guy in the FBI." She teased, kissing him. He returned the kiss, with equal passion.
~*~
"Morning Samantha." Danny said as the beautiful woman entered the small enclosure of desks.
"Good morning." She returned good naturedly, sitting at her desk. "Do we have a case yet?"
"No, but Jack hasn't come out of what the hell is that on your finger?" Danny exclaimed, switching topic mid-sentence. Feigning innocence, Samantha looked down at her hands.
"Oh that. Yeah. I met this really sweet guy the other night, he gave it to me." She said nonchalantly, raising her eyes to meet Martin's, and she knew he was loving every moment of Danny's confusion. Danny followed her gaze to Martin's.
"Martin, did you know about this?" Martin put an innocent face on and nodded. That put even more confusion onto Danny's face.
"What's wrong Danny? Brain going into overdrive?" Viviane teased the complexed younger agent. Danny glared at the dark-skinned agent as she entered the area of desks that the missing person's unit occupied.
"Sam's engaged and she's never given any indication that she was seeing anybody." Danny complained, glaring at Martin, who seemed to know more about the situation than he did. 'Fitzy?' He thought, seeing the sparkle in his eyes. 'Nah, couldn't be. I thought he got over her ages ago.'
"Let me see." Viviane commanded, holding out her hand. Samantha complied. "It's beautiful." Viviane breathed, twisting and turning her hand so the ring caught the light, and reflecting into different directions.
"Do you have a date set?" Viviane asked, settling into her seat, spinning around so she could face the group. Samantha rolled her eyes.
"Give us some time Viv! He only proposed last night!" She exclaimed, as Jack joined the foursome.
"Who proposed?" Jack asked, confusion written all over his face. His eyes narrowed slightly as they focused on the diamond on her left hand. "Congratulations." He said quietly, turning away from the group, sticking an 8 by 10 photo onto the whiteboard.
"Audrey Johnstone, age 16." He announced, switching back into the business mode. "Stayed after school yesterday, never made it home. Martin, Danny, I want you to go to the school, talk to teachers friends. Find out what you can. Sam, go to Shaw's where she works part time after school. Viv, you and I are going to talk to her parents." Turning on his heel and walked out. The remaining four agents glanced at each other.
It was going to be a long day.