Author's note: I re-wrote the last section of this chapter because I didn't
like where it was going. So, if you read it, re-read it. Or you'll be
slightly confused. Oh, and that little girl that Martin found in A Tree
Falls- did she have a name or is she just 'the little girl?'
Spoilers: Coming Home
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Samantha sighed as she quickly reviewed her report before signing it. Report in hand, she walked over to Martin's desk, where he, by all appearances was reviewing his own report. But alas, that was not the case. Approaching his desk, she smiled at the glazed-over look in his eyes.
"Hey, you ok?" His head snapped up as he focused his gaze on her. He smiled.
"Yeah, I'm just putting off talking to Jack." She smiled at that. She held out her hand in the universal symbol of offering.
"Do you want me to drop it off for you?" He smirked and shook his head.
"Nah. He told me that he wants to talk to me in his office, and besides, I've got to face him sometime."
"Do you want me to wait for you?" He shook his head adamantly.
"Take the car, I'll catch the subway." She smiled slightly.
"Are you sure?" He nodded. "Okay." Both wanted to kiss the other goodbye, but from the beginning they'd had the 'Not at work' rule. "Bye." She said, as she turned to leave.
"I love you Samantha." He said, turning around to quickly review his report for real this time.
"I love you too." He smiled at the smile in her voice. Sighing, he quickly signed the bottom of his report, picked it up and began to make his way to Jack's office.
Standing outside the glass doors, he hesitated. Taking a deep breath, he slowly entered the large office where the gruff black haired man was bent over some paperwork.
"Here's my report." He said quietly, handing it over as Jack looked up.
"Uh, thanks." He said gruffly, taking it and placing it in a pile with the other reports. "Sit down, please." He said, his voice leaving no room for argument, his hand motioning to the set of chairs in front of his desk. Martin sat, his stomach churning the way it had only twice before; when he was being interviewed for the job, and when he was telling Jack what really happened in the Reyes shooting.
"How long have you and Samantha been together?" Jack asked without preamble.
"It'll be nine months in two weeks." Martin answered steadily, his stomach twisting and turning more violently.
"Before three days ago, who in the Bureau knew that you two were together?"
"You mean besides Samantha?" The dark glare that scared many a suspect told him the answer to that question. "Just Viviane, and that was only because she called Sam on her cell and I answered."
"Why didn't you tell anybody that you were dating?"
"Why do I feel like I'm being interrogated?" He said, eyes flashing, the Fitzgerald anger starting to peek through. "We didn't tell anybody because we didn't want any awkward questions if we broke up."
"You are aware, Martin, that you can't let your relationship affect your work, aren't you?"
Martin's temper exploded, and he struggled to keep it under control. "When in the last eight months have Sam or I ever let our work be affected by our relationship." He stood up and stalked out of the office.
He was scowling by the time he got back to desk and his hands were trembling with anger as he shut his computer off.
"Hey Martin, how bad was it?" The glare Martin sent in Danny's direction was all he needed to know. "Do you want me to give you a ride home, talk about it a little?" Martin shook his head.
"No thanks, I'll just take the subway." Danny crossed his arms across his chest and sent a mock glare in Martin's direction.
"Uh-uh, no way José. There's no way I'm letting you take the subway when I can just as easily drop you off." Martin sighed in exasperation.
"Fine, you win." The two made their way toward the exit, both lost in their own thoughts, but making small talk simply to pass the time. The two climbed into Danny's car, and as he turned the ignition on, he looked at Martin.
"Let me guess, he gave you the 'You can't let your relationship affect your work.' speech." Danny said, and Martin sighed.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I got a different version." Martin looked at him questioningly as Danny pulled the car into the never ceasing traffic.
"You remember Luke Horton?"
"The guy living the double life? Yeah, I remember him."
"Well, when you and Viv called from that nightclub.what I'd said was, 'His wife's seven months pregnant and he's cruising gay bars? That sucks.' Sam asked me if what sucked was the affair, or the fact that he was gay. What I said in response was the fact that he didn't figure out that he was gay until after he was married. Jack gave me a huge lecture afterwards about how no matter what we think of them, we still have to find them."
"Idiot." Martin muttered, his mood uplifting a little bit. He looked over at Danny, who had seemed to get even more fidgety since the beginning of the story. "Danny, what's wrong?" Danny sighed.
"Years ago, before I came to New York, I was engaged to this really sweet girl, her name was Nicole and she was a lot like Amy Horton."
"What happened?" Martin asked quietly, although he had a pretty good idea what, he just wasn't sure which one it was.
Danny gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white. "About a month and a half before the wedding, She realized that she was gay." He whispered, waiting for the disgust. Nothing, just silence. He waited a moment before glancing over at Martin, who was looking at him with a look of renewed respect for him.
"That must of killed you." Martin said quietly.
"Yeah.to be totally honest, I still haven't completely gotten over her." Danny whispered. Martin nodded slightly.
"My best friend in high school was gay." He said quietly, turning his gaze outside the window. Though Danny kept his eyes on the road, his jaw dropped in silent shock.
"He committed suicide right after graduation. I was the one that found his body." Danny's jaw dropped so low that he didn't think it could drop any lower. Before he could say anything to Martin's statement, the world turned black for both of the men, and the only sound they could hear was the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass, then the black world became silent.
Spoilers: Coming Home
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Samantha sighed as she quickly reviewed her report before signing it. Report in hand, she walked over to Martin's desk, where he, by all appearances was reviewing his own report. But alas, that was not the case. Approaching his desk, she smiled at the glazed-over look in his eyes.
"Hey, you ok?" His head snapped up as he focused his gaze on her. He smiled.
"Yeah, I'm just putting off talking to Jack." She smiled at that. She held out her hand in the universal symbol of offering.
"Do you want me to drop it off for you?" He smirked and shook his head.
"Nah. He told me that he wants to talk to me in his office, and besides, I've got to face him sometime."
"Do you want me to wait for you?" He shook his head adamantly.
"Take the car, I'll catch the subway." She smiled slightly.
"Are you sure?" He nodded. "Okay." Both wanted to kiss the other goodbye, but from the beginning they'd had the 'Not at work' rule. "Bye." She said, as she turned to leave.
"I love you Samantha." He said, turning around to quickly review his report for real this time.
"I love you too." He smiled at the smile in her voice. Sighing, he quickly signed the bottom of his report, picked it up and began to make his way to Jack's office.
Standing outside the glass doors, he hesitated. Taking a deep breath, he slowly entered the large office where the gruff black haired man was bent over some paperwork.
"Here's my report." He said quietly, handing it over as Jack looked up.
"Uh, thanks." He said gruffly, taking it and placing it in a pile with the other reports. "Sit down, please." He said, his voice leaving no room for argument, his hand motioning to the set of chairs in front of his desk. Martin sat, his stomach churning the way it had only twice before; when he was being interviewed for the job, and when he was telling Jack what really happened in the Reyes shooting.
"How long have you and Samantha been together?" Jack asked without preamble.
"It'll be nine months in two weeks." Martin answered steadily, his stomach twisting and turning more violently.
"Before three days ago, who in the Bureau knew that you two were together?"
"You mean besides Samantha?" The dark glare that scared many a suspect told him the answer to that question. "Just Viviane, and that was only because she called Sam on her cell and I answered."
"Why didn't you tell anybody that you were dating?"
"Why do I feel like I'm being interrogated?" He said, eyes flashing, the Fitzgerald anger starting to peek through. "We didn't tell anybody because we didn't want any awkward questions if we broke up."
"You are aware, Martin, that you can't let your relationship affect your work, aren't you?"
Martin's temper exploded, and he struggled to keep it under control. "When in the last eight months have Sam or I ever let our work be affected by our relationship." He stood up and stalked out of the office.
He was scowling by the time he got back to desk and his hands were trembling with anger as he shut his computer off.
"Hey Martin, how bad was it?" The glare Martin sent in Danny's direction was all he needed to know. "Do you want me to give you a ride home, talk about it a little?" Martin shook his head.
"No thanks, I'll just take the subway." Danny crossed his arms across his chest and sent a mock glare in Martin's direction.
"Uh-uh, no way José. There's no way I'm letting you take the subway when I can just as easily drop you off." Martin sighed in exasperation.
"Fine, you win." The two made their way toward the exit, both lost in their own thoughts, but making small talk simply to pass the time. The two climbed into Danny's car, and as he turned the ignition on, he looked at Martin.
"Let me guess, he gave you the 'You can't let your relationship affect your work.' speech." Danny said, and Martin sighed.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I got a different version." Martin looked at him questioningly as Danny pulled the car into the never ceasing traffic.
"You remember Luke Horton?"
"The guy living the double life? Yeah, I remember him."
"Well, when you and Viv called from that nightclub.what I'd said was, 'His wife's seven months pregnant and he's cruising gay bars? That sucks.' Sam asked me if what sucked was the affair, or the fact that he was gay. What I said in response was the fact that he didn't figure out that he was gay until after he was married. Jack gave me a huge lecture afterwards about how no matter what we think of them, we still have to find them."
"Idiot." Martin muttered, his mood uplifting a little bit. He looked over at Danny, who had seemed to get even more fidgety since the beginning of the story. "Danny, what's wrong?" Danny sighed.
"Years ago, before I came to New York, I was engaged to this really sweet girl, her name was Nicole and she was a lot like Amy Horton."
"What happened?" Martin asked quietly, although he had a pretty good idea what, he just wasn't sure which one it was.
Danny gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white. "About a month and a half before the wedding, She realized that she was gay." He whispered, waiting for the disgust. Nothing, just silence. He waited a moment before glancing over at Martin, who was looking at him with a look of renewed respect for him.
"That must of killed you." Martin said quietly.
"Yeah.to be totally honest, I still haven't completely gotten over her." Danny whispered. Martin nodded slightly.
"My best friend in high school was gay." He said quietly, turning his gaze outside the window. Though Danny kept his eyes on the road, his jaw dropped in silent shock.
"He committed suicide right after graduation. I was the one that found his body." Danny's jaw dropped so low that he didn't think it could drop any lower. Before he could say anything to Martin's statement, the world turned black for both of the men, and the only sound they could hear was the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass, then the black world became silent.