Author's Note: For this chapter, please just keep in mind that this chapter
will come into play towards the end of the story. Please don't hate me too
much.
Yeah yeah, I know this one's short. This chapter had one main purpose: to set the stage for a later chapter. I managed to do it in less words than I hoped (Damn US History! (Don't ask)) ~~~~
Martin woke as the morning sun slanted in and hit his eyes. He smiled to himself as he looked down and saw his fiancée's sleeping face lying on his shoulder. Fiancée. He loved being able to say that word. Finally, he felt as if he truly had something to live for.
He lay there, unmoving, simply watching Samantha sleep, and taking great joy in doing so. He loved her so much, he had fallen for her his first day on the team. He smiled and kissed her as her eyes fluttered open. "Morning beautiful." He murmured. She smiled sleepily.
"What time is it?" She mumbled.
"Almost 8:30." He responded, kissing her eyelids. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Martin?"
"Mm?"
"Now is probably not the best time," she trailed off.
"But?"
"Why do you hate affairs so much?"
A long silence. Suddenly she was worried that she had struck a nerve in him, and that he'd close up to her.
"It's a long story."
"We've got time Martin. In fact, we have the rest of our lives."
~*~ (The previous night)
"So, how did you know that Samantha was seeing someone?" Danny asked Viviane as they packed up to go home.
"A couple months ago, Jack asked me to call Samantha for a case. Martin answered her cell. So I asked." Viviane smirked.
"That don't look good." Danny muttered, staring darkly at the hallway leading to Jack's office. Viviane turned in time to see the tall profile of Victor Fitzgerald enter Jack's office.
"News travels fast in the Bureau." Viviane remarked before walking out of the bullpen and down the hall.
~*~ (Present time)
The room was silent, save the sound of their breathing. They both lay there, lost in their own thoughts.
Samantha held his hand loosely in hers, rubbing small circles with her thumb on the top of his hand. She longed to heal the hurt that he'd held inside for his whole life.
She was still shocked at the story Martin had told her; the story of a powerful F.B.I. agent and a lowly receptionist, the story of infidelity and years of broken promises, the story of a broken woman, a woman with no choice but to stay in a loveless marriage and forced to raise a child that wasn't hers.
"Why'd she stay?"
"She had nowhere to go." He whispered.
Yeah yeah, I know this one's short. This chapter had one main purpose: to set the stage for a later chapter. I managed to do it in less words than I hoped (Damn US History! (Don't ask)) ~~~~
Martin woke as the morning sun slanted in and hit his eyes. He smiled to himself as he looked down and saw his fiancée's sleeping face lying on his shoulder. Fiancée. He loved being able to say that word. Finally, he felt as if he truly had something to live for.
He lay there, unmoving, simply watching Samantha sleep, and taking great joy in doing so. He loved her so much, he had fallen for her his first day on the team. He smiled and kissed her as her eyes fluttered open. "Morning beautiful." He murmured. She smiled sleepily.
"What time is it?" She mumbled.
"Almost 8:30." He responded, kissing her eyelids. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Martin?"
"Mm?"
"Now is probably not the best time," she trailed off.
"But?"
"Why do you hate affairs so much?"
A long silence. Suddenly she was worried that she had struck a nerve in him, and that he'd close up to her.
"It's a long story."
"We've got time Martin. In fact, we have the rest of our lives."
~*~ (The previous night)
"So, how did you know that Samantha was seeing someone?" Danny asked Viviane as they packed up to go home.
"A couple months ago, Jack asked me to call Samantha for a case. Martin answered her cell. So I asked." Viviane smirked.
"That don't look good." Danny muttered, staring darkly at the hallway leading to Jack's office. Viviane turned in time to see the tall profile of Victor Fitzgerald enter Jack's office.
"News travels fast in the Bureau." Viviane remarked before walking out of the bullpen and down the hall.
~*~ (Present time)
The room was silent, save the sound of their breathing. They both lay there, lost in their own thoughts.
Samantha held his hand loosely in hers, rubbing small circles with her thumb on the top of his hand. She longed to heal the hurt that he'd held inside for his whole life.
She was still shocked at the story Martin had told her; the story of a powerful F.B.I. agent and a lowly receptionist, the story of infidelity and years of broken promises, the story of a broken woman, a woman with no choice but to stay in a loveless marriage and forced to raise a child that wasn't hers.
"Why'd she stay?"
"She had nowhere to go." He whispered.