A/N: third chapter here, rarin to go! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: none of WaT will be mine until September when the first season comes out on DVD! Another reason to wait for September... sigh

Martin woke up, slightly disoriented, sat up and looked around him. He was in Sam's bedroom, which both amazed and confused him; after all, he never thought Sam would show... this much interest in him. He took in his surroundings.

The room was bright because of the pale morning sunlight streaming in from the nearby lightly curtained window. The room itself was a pale yellow, coordinating with everything – the furniture, the throw rug on the floor, even Sam's mop of disheveled blonde hair which covered the pillow next to Martin.

Sam. Martin smiled and tousled her hair, then leaned in to kiss her head before lying back down again.

Sam stirred and rolled over. Taking time to wake up a little before she opened her eyes, she recapped last night and tried to put her thoughts on a more organized level.

Jack. Martin. Vivian and Danny's exchanged eyebrow-raised glances.

What a triangle she had dragged Martin into.

Sam shifted again and came into contact with something warm, which then enveloped her. She opened her eyes, finally, and turned around to find herself in Martin's arms, staring at his bare chest.

'Not a bad view', she smiled to herself. A/N: it's really not ;) She let her eyes travel upwards to meet Martin's gaze.

"Mmm... good morning", she mumbled. Then confused, suddenly, "What time is it? What day is it? Do we have to work today?!"

"Relax, Sam," came the soft reply, breathed into Sam's neck, "It's Saturday. You know, the one day of the week we get to take off?" Martin joked. Work wasn't work. He loved his job... now.

"Yet you usually end up working it anyways" teased Sam. Martin had become a bit of a workaholic. No, a lot of a workaholic.

"At least I get overtime for it. Listen, do you wanna go out for breakfast? Or not just yet..." he grinned playfully.

"Hmm. Well, I'm not really all that hungry right now, I could wait..." came the answer Martin had hoped Sam would give.

Wrapping his arms around Sam tighter and drawing her close, Martin wondered to himself 'Is this it? Are we an item? Or is this just part of Sam trying to replace Jack?' He still didn't really believe her story about not loving Jack. It just didn't seem like that was the truth. Looking back now, Martin had noticed signs of the affair, but he had just been too caught up with his own feelings for Sam to see what was really going on. He now knew what Sam's counseling sessions had been about. It wasn't really about being shot or killing two men. The counselor had been trying to get Sam to open up about her affair, but Samantha had remained obstinate and closed. Maybe it was because she didn't love Jack... or maybe it was because she was in denial. Most likely, knowing Sam. Martin stopped thinking for a moment as he felt Samantha's hand crawl around his side to his back, and moments later their lips made contact. Whatever Sam was feeling didn't stop her from trying to love Martin, at least.

'Samantha Fitzgerald' thought Sam as her tongue sought Martin's. 'Lovely ring to it. It would bring an end of all those stupid 'Sam Spade' jokes...' she paused in her thoughts. 'Oh, my God, am I actually putting my name with his? After one night? Wake up, Spade! It's not like he wants anything serious, right? Right?'

The sun rose higher in the sky outside the little yellow room, and Martin's stomach made a desperate plea for food. Hoping Samantha didn't hear, Martin moaned, half in cover-up and half in response to Sam's lips on his. Breaking away and giggling, Samantha sat up on the edge of the bed, then walked over to her closet and slipped her housecoat on, which, Martin noticed, was also yellow. "Hungry?" asked Samantha, somewhat disappointed that Martin's basic needs were interfering with her own.

Martin sighed and got up as well. "Apparently. Should we head out for breakfast?"

Samantha bent down to pick up Martin's discarded clothing, among them a pink shirt that she wouldn't have minded wearing herself. She tossed them on the bed and answered "Sure, there's a little café down the street and I know they serve breakfast, we can walk over and then take a walk in Central, if you want..."

"Sounds great to me," said Martin as he put on his clothes from the night before. He watched Sam silently pick out her wardrobe for awhile, before she noticed the silence and turned around to find Martin staring. And smiling. God, she loved that smile. She put the clothes she had chosen on the floor and sat down on the bed next to Martin, who was already fully dressed, and kissed him sweetly on the lips. She headed into her bathroom.

"Quick shower. I'll be right out," she smiled and winked, and stepped into her ensuite closing the door behind her.

Martin got up and left the bedroom to get a better look at the living room, which he hadn't really gotten a good look at last night on account of... better things to do. It was a rich red, with matching furniture just like the bedroom. Samantha had quite the eye for design. In the corner, a kitchenette sat behind a dining table with space enough for one, maybe two at most. The whole place seemed very snug and cozy, but despite the rich colours and decorative knickknacks, there wasn't a single picture to be found save one of the team at a bar. Martin walked over to the picture and picked it up, the frame heavy and stained mahogany. He recognized this picture; it was one taken at the bar down the street from the bureau right after a tough case that they had managed to crack after a week of grueling investigations. The team looked tired and haggard, but happy that they had solved the case. Martin's arm was around Sam's shoulders, and as Martin looked closer, Sam seemed to be leaning into him and away from Jack who stood stoic in front. 'Interesting,' thought Martin, 'This was right after I learned about the affair... apparently Sam needed me more than I thought'. At that moment, Sam stepped out of the bedroom dressed and ready to go.

"What's that?" asked Samantha, referring to the picture in Martin's hands.

"Oh, just a photo from your table here," replied Martin, putting it back down, smiling that he had been needed before Sam thought of him as a romantic interest. "Shall we?" They linked arms and left Sam's apartment, locking the door behind them.

A/N: well there you go. Not much else to say... Review now!! Go on! Shoo!