Chapter Seven
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"Action is often the best remedy for the sick at heart."
- Unknown
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Sam's POV
Sitting here four months later I look back over the time since that night. Jack came back to my place and we shared our last night together before he moved to Chicago. I knew that when he left I would be hitting major depression and I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do with myself.
A few weeks after Jack had left, Martin approached me, and asked if I wanted to go out for a drink. Not willing to spend another night alone. I agreed. The look on his face when I told him that I would go was totally priceless. He looked as though I had given him the map to find the hidden treasure.
After that week Martin and I going out every once and a while after work, became a normal thing. One night was he was walking me to my door, my hand found it's way into his, and we interlaced our fingers together. I think that he was shocked at first, but he soon relaxed into this whole new defection of our relationship. When we arrived at my door he raised our hands to his mouth and kissed it and left our good-night at that. The next night however, when we reached my door, before he could kiss my hand again, I pulled him against me, his hand landing on my hip, with my back against the door I kissed him, I kissed him hard. That I guess is how you could say that our relationship started.
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Jack's POV
Four months ago, I picked up everything that I ever truly loved and believed in, to move to Chicago to "fix" my marriage with Marie, and to stay with my girls. Now I don't understand how I came to his point. Sitting on a plane returning to New York, and hopefully back to a job, and something more... Samantha.
When someone you are close to moved away, you ::always:: promise that you are going to keep in touch. And for a while you don't break that promise, but then it seems to get harder to keep that promise. I still call Samantha and Vivian every once and a while, and they also keep tabs on me. But something has changed. That close togetherness that we used to have just isn't there anymore, and I am sure that is has to do with the fact that I left. But something also seems way off. I am not sure what it is quite yet, but I have the feeling as soon as I see everyone again, I'll know.
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Sam's POV
Around 2:30 Martin asks if I want to go grab some lunch at the diner around the corner. Since there isn't any cases going on I don't see why not, because there really isn't anything to do around the office, other then paper work.
We tell Vivian where were headed, and that we have our cell phones on if anything comes up. She tells us to have a good time and soon we are on our way.
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Jack's POV
Around 3:15 I walk into the Bullpen to see no one at all. I walk to the office that used to be mine, and inside I see Vivian and Danny with tons of paper work laid out in front of them.
"Hey you guys," I say as I push the door to the office open. "What's going on?" I can see by the looks on their faces they were shocked to see me to say the least. But after the initial shock they both came over to great me.
"Hey, Jack," said Danny as he cam over and gave me a hug. "What brings you back to our part?" I don' say anything for a while and they just give each other a look. I guess me saying nothing was saying more then I thought.
"So... where are Sam and Martin?" I ask trying to break the unbearable loud silence.
"Oh... Um," tries Danny. So I look at Vivian.
"Viv?" I question.
"Oh- they went to lunch. No case so they decided to take a break from the endless amount of paper work." Pause. "But they should be back any minute," she said not making eye contact with me.
"Okay," I say trying to figure out what was going on. "How about you all fill me in with what's been going on while I've been gone."