Spoilers: Moving On
Author's Note: Sorry to have posted this so late. I had this ready a couple
days ago, but I wasn't completely happy with it. So I held on to it and
fixed it up. Which is good because things are explained a bit more.
~*~*~*~
"So, Sam, did you get anything?" Danny asked the blonde when he reentered the bullpen.
"Uh, yeah." Samantha looked at him and smirked. "She's a real bitch when she's hungry." She laughed softly. "But other than that, she's courteous to the customers, friendly to the rest of the employees, always on time. No one seems to have anything against her. Nothing probative." Danny nodded, the diamond ring catching his eye.
"It's Martin, isn't it?" He asked with a sly grin, motioning toward the ring. Samantha smiled and nodded.
"How'd you guess?" She asked sheepishly. Danny laughed.
"I badgered Martin. He wouldn't give anything up but a huge grin." Danny smiled at his friend. "How's Jack taking it so far?" he asked softly, and she sighed.
"I don't know. As far as I know, he doesn't know its Martin. I think he sees it as a form of betrayal." At Danny's confused look, she held up her hands in mock surrender. "I don't pretend to understand why. What've you got?" She asked, getting back to the case.
"Uh, she's a smart girl. On the cusp of top quarter of her class, she's taking French 1, Chemistry, Creative Writing, Band, and English 3. Getting A's and B's in everything but English, in which she's struggling to maintain a C. All the teachers think she's a great kid, all the friends that we talked to, not that there were many, said basically the same thing; shy, quiet, they don't know much about her. The only one that really had anything to say was Sarah, her best friend. According to her, she doesn't get along with her parents that well, that they didn't approve of her sexuality, said that they were constantly fighting about one thing or another."
Samantha's eyebrows rose. "Motive?" She questioned. Danny grinned.
"Let's find out." He said, and the two began to leave the bullpen. Jack came back into the hall.
"Sam, can I talk to you in my office?" He asked gruffly, his voice leaving no room for arguments. Danny and Samantha glanced at each other.
"Good luck." Danny whispered as she resigned to her fate and began following Jack.
~*~
"So, who is it?" Jack demanded, sitting behind his desk, Samantha sitting in a chair in front of it. She raised her eyebrows in a flippant manner.
"Our suspect? We don't have one yet. As far as we know, she ran away to escape her parent's bigotry." She said, knowing full well what Jack wanted to know. He scowled.
"Samantha." He said, his voice dripping with warning. "Who is it? Because as far as I know, you weren't with anybody yesterday-."
"And still available?" She said calmly, though her eyes were flashing with anger. His black eyes narrowed in anger.
"That was uncalled for Agent Spade." He said through clenched teeth. She stood.
"So was this conversation." She said coldly. She walked to the door, and opened. Halfway through, she stopped and turned around. "It's Martin." She said, anger and hurt in her eyes. His jaw dropped as she turned and stalked back into the bullpen.
Shit.
~*~
Martin was back when she walked back into the bullpen, she was glad to see. His mere presence had a calming affect on her. As she passed him, he smiled at her as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the telephone.
"Okay thanks." He said, and hung up the phone. Fortunately for Samantha, Jack decided to enter the bullpen at that moment with Danny in tow. Turning around he said, "A motel owner in Rockwell saw Audrey's picture on the news, and recognized her as a girl who was in the motel last night." The impact of his words hit the others at the same time.
"Alright. Danny and Martin, you two go and check this out." Jack said, and stalked back into his office, presumably to sulk. Martin frowned.
"What was that about?" He asked Samantha, who sent him a look of exasperation.
"I'll tell you later."
~*~
"Miss Roberts? Open up, F.B.I." Martin called out, knocking on the motel door. Within seconds, the door creaked open, and there stood Amelia Roberts. Her brown hair hung down in wet clumps, and her eyes were wide and scared.
Several feet behind her, sitting on the edge of the bed was sixteen-year- old Audrey, wearing gray sweatpants, and a white spaghetti strap shirt. Her long dirty blonde hair was tied back in a French Braid. Her feet were bare, and tears dripped down her face, unseen.
"You're going to take me back." She whispered. Danny nodded.
"Yes we have to." He said softly. "Believe me, I wish I didn't." Neither of the two men wanted to drag her back to that bigoted family. But the law was the law, and Martin and Danny were both obligated to abide by it.
~*~
"So, how'd you and Samantha get together?" Danny asked, having congratulated his friend on the drive up to Rockwell. Martin shifted and looked at him.
"After the Liana Sardo case. Something in it struck a nerve in her, so she called me. Everything just snowballed from there." He said. Danny smiled.
"And here I thought you'd gotten over her." Danny remarked. Martin laughed.
"The look on your face earlier was priceless." Martin said.
"Just take care of her Martin. If you hurt her." Danny trailed off. Martin picked up where he left off.
"You'll hunt me down and kill me." Martin said. "I could never hurt her." He said softly. "Besides, I'd have to be pretty stupid to anger a couple of armed FBI agents." He added. "Especially Sam." Danny laughed.
"You got a point there Fitzy."
"So, Sam, did you get anything?" Danny asked the blonde when he reentered the bullpen.
"Uh, yeah." Samantha looked at him and smirked. "She's a real bitch when she's hungry." She laughed softly. "But other than that, she's courteous to the customers, friendly to the rest of the employees, always on time. No one seems to have anything against her. Nothing probative." Danny nodded, the diamond ring catching his eye.
"It's Martin, isn't it?" He asked with a sly grin, motioning toward the ring. Samantha smiled and nodded.
"How'd you guess?" She asked sheepishly. Danny laughed.
"I badgered Martin. He wouldn't give anything up but a huge grin." Danny smiled at his friend. "How's Jack taking it so far?" he asked softly, and she sighed.
"I don't know. As far as I know, he doesn't know its Martin. I think he sees it as a form of betrayal." At Danny's confused look, she held up her hands in mock surrender. "I don't pretend to understand why. What've you got?" She asked, getting back to the case.
"Uh, she's a smart girl. On the cusp of top quarter of her class, she's taking French 1, Chemistry, Creative Writing, Band, and English 3. Getting A's and B's in everything but English, in which she's struggling to maintain a C. All the teachers think she's a great kid, all the friends that we talked to, not that there were many, said basically the same thing; shy, quiet, they don't know much about her. The only one that really had anything to say was Sarah, her best friend. According to her, she doesn't get along with her parents that well, that they didn't approve of her sexuality, said that they were constantly fighting about one thing or another."
Samantha's eyebrows rose. "Motive?" She questioned. Danny grinned.
"Let's find out." He said, and the two began to leave the bullpen. Jack came back into the hall.
"Sam, can I talk to you in my office?" He asked gruffly, his voice leaving no room for arguments. Danny and Samantha glanced at each other.
"Good luck." Danny whispered as she resigned to her fate and began following Jack.
~*~
"So, who is it?" Jack demanded, sitting behind his desk, Samantha sitting in a chair in front of it. She raised her eyebrows in a flippant manner.
"Our suspect? We don't have one yet. As far as we know, she ran away to escape her parent's bigotry." She said, knowing full well what Jack wanted to know. He scowled.
"Samantha." He said, his voice dripping with warning. "Who is it? Because as far as I know, you weren't with anybody yesterday-."
"And still available?" She said calmly, though her eyes were flashing with anger. His black eyes narrowed in anger.
"That was uncalled for Agent Spade." He said through clenched teeth. She stood.
"So was this conversation." She said coldly. She walked to the door, and opened. Halfway through, she stopped and turned around. "It's Martin." She said, anger and hurt in her eyes. His jaw dropped as she turned and stalked back into the bullpen.
Shit.
~*~
Martin was back when she walked back into the bullpen, she was glad to see. His mere presence had a calming affect on her. As she passed him, he smiled at her as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the telephone.
"Okay thanks." He said, and hung up the phone. Fortunately for Samantha, Jack decided to enter the bullpen at that moment with Danny in tow. Turning around he said, "A motel owner in Rockwell saw Audrey's picture on the news, and recognized her as a girl who was in the motel last night." The impact of his words hit the others at the same time.
"Alright. Danny and Martin, you two go and check this out." Jack said, and stalked back into his office, presumably to sulk. Martin frowned.
"What was that about?" He asked Samantha, who sent him a look of exasperation.
"I'll tell you later."
~*~
"Miss Roberts? Open up, F.B.I." Martin called out, knocking on the motel door. Within seconds, the door creaked open, and there stood Amelia Roberts. Her brown hair hung down in wet clumps, and her eyes were wide and scared.
Several feet behind her, sitting on the edge of the bed was sixteen-year- old Audrey, wearing gray sweatpants, and a white spaghetti strap shirt. Her long dirty blonde hair was tied back in a French Braid. Her feet were bare, and tears dripped down her face, unseen.
"You're going to take me back." She whispered. Danny nodded.
"Yes we have to." He said softly. "Believe me, I wish I didn't." Neither of the two men wanted to drag her back to that bigoted family. But the law was the law, and Martin and Danny were both obligated to abide by it.
~*~
"So, how'd you and Samantha get together?" Danny asked, having congratulated his friend on the drive up to Rockwell. Martin shifted and looked at him.
"After the Liana Sardo case. Something in it struck a nerve in her, so she called me. Everything just snowballed from there." He said. Danny smiled.
"And here I thought you'd gotten over her." Danny remarked. Martin laughed.
"The look on your face earlier was priceless." Martin said.
"Just take care of her Martin. If you hurt her." Danny trailed off. Martin picked up where he left off.
"You'll hunt me down and kill me." Martin said. "I could never hurt her." He said softly. "Besides, I'd have to be pretty stupid to anger a couple of armed FBI agents." He added. "Especially Sam." Danny laughed.
"You got a point there Fitzy."