Spoilers: Are You Now Or Have You Ever Been, In Extremis,
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Sometime after nine, Martin and Samantha dragged themselves out of bed. It was a rare day off, and the lack of plans had made the both of them rather lethargic.
Samantha was curled on the leather couch; channel surfing while Martin was in the shower when the phone rang. She hesitated; for some reason, she felt incredibly odd answering Martin's phone. Fortunately, she was let off the hook when the answering machine picked up. (A/N: No pun intended. Honestly)
After the machine generated voice ended, and the expected beep, whose sole purpose on this Earth was to alert the caller that it was time to leave a message, Samantha was slightly surprised that Danny's voice filled the room. She'd known that over the past couple years, Martin and Danny had become somewhat closer as friends, but she had no idea that he knew Martin's home phone number. Hell, she barely knew Martin's home phone number, and she was his fiancée.
"Hey Martin, it's Danny. Listen, I know what you're thinking, 'How the hell did he get my home phone? Well, it's in your file. Anyway, last night, soon after you left, your dad showed up, and went to talk to Jack. I don't think it was a social call. You know how they are when they're put in the same room as each other. Personally, I think the OPR is still on their witch- hunt, and word travels fast in the Bureau. Somebody probably reported the fight that he had with Samantha, and since they'd probably pushed the affair issue back when they first showed up for the Anwar Samir case, and my guess is that they are probably going to re-open the issue. I just figured I'd give you the heads up, seeing as A) she's your fiancée, and B) it's probably your father behind this. Heartless bastard."
Samantha chuckled when she heard Danny muttered the last sentence.
"I don't think it helps that someone whom they suspect Jack had an affair with is going to end up as high-and-might deputy director's daughter-in- law. Just a heads-up man. See ya soon."
Another beep sounded, alerting anybody who was listening that the message was over. Samantha sighed, and dragged herself off the couch and into the bathroom, entering and sitting on the toilet.
"Who was that on the phone?" Martin asked, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the water.
"Danny."
"What'd he want?"
"To tell you that your dad showed up last night after we left the office. He also suspects that OPR is going to get involved again, because of the fight I had with Jack."
She heard Martin sigh. The steam that was coming from the shower was filling her nostrils, and somehow had a relaxing effect on her. "Can I come in?
"Why not?" She smiled; she could hear the smirk in his voice. Quickly she stripped, and stepped into the steaming shower. He kissed her, and looked at her with such tenderness as he began to wash her hair. She sighed.
"What's wrong?" He asked gently. She looked up at him; the love in his eyes made her heart clench. She shook her head gently.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you." She said honestly.
"Au contraire." He said with a slight smile that had a touch of sadness in it. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." She reached up and kissed him gently.
"I love you Martin." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I love you too." He whispered. "Move in with me." She pulled away from him, and looked at him questioningly. He shrugged. "You spend every night here anyway, we know it's going to work out, and everybody knows." She smiled and kissed him again.
"How's this weekend sound?" He laughed and kissed her again.
~*~
The next day, when Martin got to the office, Victor was there, waiting for him. "Dad, what are you doing here?" He asked, the epitome of a perfect son. Victor turned and focused his eyes that were so like Martin's on his son.
"I need to talk to you. In private." He said, stressing the last part, and walking past Martin and toward one of the conference rooms. Martin sighed and followed his father.
He entered the small conference room. Martin did the same a few seconds later, closing the door behind him.
"What's going on between Agent Spade and Agent Malone?" Victor said without preamble.
"Absolutely nothing. Why?" Martin narrowed his eyes, feeling his heart skip a beat. Victor gave him a 'do you think I'm stupid?' look.
"Then care to explain why the day after you propose to Spade, she and Malone have a lovers quarrel in his office?" Martin felt his stomach relax a bit.
"There was no lovers quarrel. When Danny saw her ring, he didn't know who she was engaged to because we wanted to wait and see how our relationship worked out before we announced anything. She decided to play with his mind a bit, pretended that she'd only met the guy that night. Jack heard that, and was concerned. He wanted to make sure that she was all right." Martin said, twisting the truth a little.
"Given Agent Spade's past history, you trust her story?" Martin took a deep breath.
"Yeah, I do trust her. She never had an affair with him." He lied, successfully keeping a straight face. "That was only something invented by OPR because they were sent on a witch-hunt." He ventured, not knowing if he was brave or stupid. Probably the latter, because within seconds of him saying that, his father's face greatly resembled a tomato; the first sign of emotion he'd seen in his father in a long time. Not waiting for a response, Martin turned around and left the conference room.
He stalked back into the bullpen, where the rest of the team was waiting. Scowling, he joined the rest of the team as Jack came out of his office with their next missing person.
"34 year old Sarah Kingston." Jack said, beginning this case the way he began every other case.
Sometime after nine, Martin and Samantha dragged themselves out of bed. It was a rare day off, and the lack of plans had made the both of them rather lethargic.
Samantha was curled on the leather couch; channel surfing while Martin was in the shower when the phone rang. She hesitated; for some reason, she felt incredibly odd answering Martin's phone. Fortunately, she was let off the hook when the answering machine picked up. (A/N: No pun intended. Honestly)
After the machine generated voice ended, and the expected beep, whose sole purpose on this Earth was to alert the caller that it was time to leave a message, Samantha was slightly surprised that Danny's voice filled the room. She'd known that over the past couple years, Martin and Danny had become somewhat closer as friends, but she had no idea that he knew Martin's home phone number. Hell, she barely knew Martin's home phone number, and she was his fiancée.
"Hey Martin, it's Danny. Listen, I know what you're thinking, 'How the hell did he get my home phone? Well, it's in your file. Anyway, last night, soon after you left, your dad showed up, and went to talk to Jack. I don't think it was a social call. You know how they are when they're put in the same room as each other. Personally, I think the OPR is still on their witch- hunt, and word travels fast in the Bureau. Somebody probably reported the fight that he had with Samantha, and since they'd probably pushed the affair issue back when they first showed up for the Anwar Samir case, and my guess is that they are probably going to re-open the issue. I just figured I'd give you the heads up, seeing as A) she's your fiancée, and B) it's probably your father behind this. Heartless bastard."
Samantha chuckled when she heard Danny muttered the last sentence.
"I don't think it helps that someone whom they suspect Jack had an affair with is going to end up as high-and-might deputy director's daughter-in- law. Just a heads-up man. See ya soon."
Another beep sounded, alerting anybody who was listening that the message was over. Samantha sighed, and dragged herself off the couch and into the bathroom, entering and sitting on the toilet.
"Who was that on the phone?" Martin asked, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the water.
"Danny."
"What'd he want?"
"To tell you that your dad showed up last night after we left the office. He also suspects that OPR is going to get involved again, because of the fight I had with Jack."
She heard Martin sigh. The steam that was coming from the shower was filling her nostrils, and somehow had a relaxing effect on her. "Can I come in?
"Why not?" She smiled; she could hear the smirk in his voice. Quickly she stripped, and stepped into the steaming shower. He kissed her, and looked at her with such tenderness as he began to wash her hair. She sighed.
"What's wrong?" He asked gently. She looked up at him; the love in his eyes made her heart clench. She shook her head gently.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you." She said honestly.
"Au contraire." He said with a slight smile that had a touch of sadness in it. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." She reached up and kissed him gently.
"I love you Martin." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I love you too." He whispered. "Move in with me." She pulled away from him, and looked at him questioningly. He shrugged. "You spend every night here anyway, we know it's going to work out, and everybody knows." She smiled and kissed him again.
"How's this weekend sound?" He laughed and kissed her again.
~*~
The next day, when Martin got to the office, Victor was there, waiting for him. "Dad, what are you doing here?" He asked, the epitome of a perfect son. Victor turned and focused his eyes that were so like Martin's on his son.
"I need to talk to you. In private." He said, stressing the last part, and walking past Martin and toward one of the conference rooms. Martin sighed and followed his father.
He entered the small conference room. Martin did the same a few seconds later, closing the door behind him.
"What's going on between Agent Spade and Agent Malone?" Victor said without preamble.
"Absolutely nothing. Why?" Martin narrowed his eyes, feeling his heart skip a beat. Victor gave him a 'do you think I'm stupid?' look.
"Then care to explain why the day after you propose to Spade, she and Malone have a lovers quarrel in his office?" Martin felt his stomach relax a bit.
"There was no lovers quarrel. When Danny saw her ring, he didn't know who she was engaged to because we wanted to wait and see how our relationship worked out before we announced anything. She decided to play with his mind a bit, pretended that she'd only met the guy that night. Jack heard that, and was concerned. He wanted to make sure that she was all right." Martin said, twisting the truth a little.
"Given Agent Spade's past history, you trust her story?" Martin took a deep breath.
"Yeah, I do trust her. She never had an affair with him." He lied, successfully keeping a straight face. "That was only something invented by OPR because they were sent on a witch-hunt." He ventured, not knowing if he was brave or stupid. Probably the latter, because within seconds of him saying that, his father's face greatly resembled a tomato; the first sign of emotion he'd seen in his father in a long time. Not waiting for a response, Martin turned around and left the conference room.
He stalked back into the bullpen, where the rest of the team was waiting. Scowling, he joined the rest of the team as Jack came out of his office with their next missing person.
"34 year old Sarah Kingston." Jack said, beginning this case the way he began every other case.