Maybe Tomorrow
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Chapter seven already? Wow, I'm so proud of myself. I have no idea how long I'm going to keep this fan-fic up, but as long as you like it, I'll keep writing it. I'm actually having a LOT of fun writing this one. I don't write many Without a Trace fan-fic currently (mostly CSI), so when I get a chance, I tend to go a little overboard. But that's okay!!! Thanks, once again and always, to all my wonderful, supportive readers and reviewers.
I know the title really has little to do with this chapter, but when I heard these lyrics in the Spider-Man 2 movie, I just thought that to be too funny, so it's a little tribute to that moment when Peter Parker is walking around New York with that song playing J. So I put a little scene in to incorporate that title into this chapter with Jack in it. It also serves as a little filler to make the fan-fic longer :P.
Ekk… I'm starting to hear the Spider-Man main titles song in my head between tracks on my Switchfoot CD. I think I'm sick. Umm, Tobey Maguire is way too hot for his own good. (Course, so it Eric Close). And Kristen Dunst says Tobey's a great kisser. God help me, I think I'm falling…
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Chapter seven chapter seven
I really think I'm in heaven
I mean, look at all those lights
I had three airplane flights
To dread and hate in the past week
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Work seemed to drag by for Samantha Spade. Maybe it was because Vivian had her looking through masses of phone records and receipts again, or maybe because whenever she finally got a chance to apologize to Martin, Jack would pop up out of no where and then she couldn't risk it. By nine o'clock that night, Samantha Spade was about ready to kill Jack Malone, but unfortunately for her and lucky for him, he had left early since he wasn't working again, yet.
Sighing, Samantha pushed the last receipt away from her face in pure delight. She was finally done and she was going to be sure that Vivian didn't stick her with anymore paperwork assignments for the next few cases. Getting up from her desk, she looked over to Martin's desk and smiled when she saw him sitting there, face half buried in the death certificate of their victim's daughter. Walking the short distance to his desk, Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, leaning closer to peer over his shoulder, "Whatcha up to?" she asked, resting her chin on his shoulder like he had done to her the previous night.
"Vivian wanted me to check through all the death and birth certificates for all the members of this family in the past two generations. That includes aunts, uncles, and cousins, so I've been doing this for a while," Martin answered, trying to cover up a sudden yawn that came on. "And I must admit that I'm at a complete dead end because there is nothing fishy or interesting here."
"Hmm," Samantha replied, if you can call it a reply. She kissed his cheek and then sighed, "I'm sorry about earlier, Martin." Martin started to turn the chair around, so Samantha released her hold on his neck. He faced her, pulling her into an odd sitting position so that she was still facing him. "Sam," Martin started to speak, but Samantha covered his lips with a single finger and shook her head.
"I know how you feel about the whole situation between me and Jack, and it's not fair to you that he got me all frazzled today," she paused to wrap her arms loosely back around his neck and to settle a little more comfortably in his lap. "And I'm really sorry for dragging you into the middle of this," Samantha apologized.
Martin leaned his face a little closer to hers, "The middle of what?" Martin asked softly, running one hand slowly up and down her arm, grazing just the tips of his fingers against her bare skin. "Is there still something between you and Jack?" he asked just as calmly, but Samantha could tell he was concerned by the look in his eyes.
"There's absolutely nothing between me and Jack," Samantha answered firmly. Martin grinned at her determination and pushed a strand of hair that had gotten loose of her ponytail behind her ear. "So then it's just you and me I have to worry about for now?" Martin asked.
Samantha nodded before leaning forward and brushing her lips against his, enjoying the sensation she had been longing for since that morning. As Jack Malone watched from around the corner of the hallway, he felt his gag reflex starting to go to action. He had come back because he had left his favorite suede coat in Vivian's office and forgotten all about it. As he stood frozen in the middle of the hallway, watching the scene in front of him, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.
That shirt, Jack thought to himself. Why didn't I put that pink men's shirt Samantha was wearing when I went over to her apartment with Martin? How many other men could she possibly know who own a pink shirt? And then there was the situation in Vivian's office earlier that morning when Samantha had grabbed onto Martin's arm and then three seconds later when Jack had turned around to say something to her, they were both gone? How could he have been so blind?
Although his wife had surprised him by asking for a divorce, Jack hadn't been all disappointed. He had hoped that he and Sam might be able to pick up where they had left off in their affair. But it seemed that Samantha had moved on, Jack saw. The only problem was that Jack wasn't willing to give up trying to get her back quite yet.
Danny Taylor came strolling through the room on his way out of the building to his comfortable bed in his small apartment when he saw Samantha and Martin lip-locked in Martin's chair. Shaking his head to himself, Danny grinned. He had never thought to look for a connection between Samantha and Martin ever since he had found out about Samantha's affair with Jack. But as he walked closer to them on his way out, he noticed a definite connection between them. Maybe they found their connection over a nice game on tonsil hockey, Danny thought to himself.
As he walked right by Martin's desk, he paused and cleared his throat. Startled, both Martin and Samantha jerked their heads towards him, like two teenagers caught making out in the car. "You two might want to be a little more careful about where you do that," he informed them before heading out.
Martin rested his head back against his chair and pulled Samantha firmly back onto the chair, which she had started to slide off of. "Martin," Sam moaned as she pressed her lips against his once again, one hand resting behind his head while the other went down to loosen his tie.
Feeling like he was about to lose his lunch, Jack quickly made his way out of the building and into the busy streets of the city. A little rain cast thin layers of water onto the occupants of the roads. Jack considered getting in a taxi to ride home, but he decided to walk in the rain instead. The weather reflected his current mood, gloomy and uncertain. He wanted to dash back into that building and confess his dying need and lust for Samantha Spade, but Jack was beginning to realize that his lust just wasn't enough for her. She seemed to want more than that from him. That was one of the reasons he had broken things off between them years ago.
But then why did she pick Martin, a voice in the back of his head asked. Jack shrugged to himself and didn't feel the slight different when the rain began to pound down harder. Samantha was over him and that was all that mattered to Jack. But maybe it's not too late after all, the voice told him. If you just tell her how you feel, how you've always felt, then she would forget all about Martin and come back to you.
Jack shook his head, thinking how ridiculous that sounded even in his head. Still, he had to do something. He couldn't just surrender and let Martin have her. She might not come back to me, Jack thought as he reached his home, but I still have to tell her how I feel.
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Samantha moaned against his mouth, her back arching off the bed and pressing her naked body against his even harder. Her toenails curled around her footboard as he continued to have his way with her mouth. All Samantha could do was cling to his shoulders and enjoy the ride. The ride, Samantha thought, a small grin appearing on her lips, not that either of them noticed this.
Samantha moaned again when his hands started exploring her body. He's like a drug, she thought to herself, and I'm addicted. Not that I mind, she added when he pulled his mouth away from hers, both of them in desperate need of air. They were both heavily panting, but Samantha let out a small laugh that caused Martin to stare at her with a look that said 'This isn't supposed to be funny'.
She just shook her head and pulled his head back down, letting it rest under her chin and against her chest, which was heaving with every breath of air she took in. "God, Martin," Samantha panted, kissing his sweaty forehead. "I'm beginning to realize why we end up in my bed every night," she murmured while she ran one hand into his damp hair.
Martin lifted his head the tiniest bit to look at Samantha's face, "And why is that?" he asked, trying to calm his heartbeat back to normal before they started all over again. It felt like his heart was about ready to burst from his chest and his lungs were burning with need for oxygen.
"Because we're so damn good at it," Samantha replied, her breathing finally slowing down a little. Martin chuckled at her answer, but he saw the truth in it. Whenever he was with her, everything just seemed to work out right and he was completely free of worry, at least for the time being. And then there was the plain fact that she was drop dead gorgeous.
Tell him you love him… The thought was so unexpected that Samantha hadn't even realized it was there until it was practically shouting at her. Panic threatened to take over her but Samantha remained clam. Somehow, she didn't think it was the right time to bring that up. They hadn't even been on a date like a regular couple. What Martin and I have is special, Samantha thought to herself as Martin decided they had had enough of a break and began playfully sucking on different sections of her neck. We're not a normal couple and I doubt we'll ever be, Samantha told herself, before adding, I'm going to be wearing a turtle neck for sure tomorrow.
Samantha let Martin kiss her, tilting her head to the side and up a little to allow him better access. She had no problem in letting Martin take control of them. After the first two nights, Samantha learned that Martin was very selfless in bed, usually giving her the best time of her life when she wasn't even doing anything at all. He placed small kisses down her neck and then he reached the hallow section between her neck and shoulder. He gave it one little lick, but it was enough to make a shiver run up Samantha's spine, causing her to grasp his hair and shoulder tighter and a little gasp to escape for between her sealed lips.
"You like that, don't you?" Martin murmured against her skin, grinning to himself as he licked it again. He could feel Samantha's body convulsing with pleasure under him. "Thought you might," Martin said, more to himself than to Samantha.
"Marty," Samantha gasped in pleasure. He knows me better than anyone, the thought barely made it through her head before she felt a warm heat filling her body rapidly. Oh God, Samantha thought to herself. "Since you came last night as soon as I reached this spot," Martin continued, not hearing her whimper his nickname.
"Mmm, Marty, please," Samantha whispered. She was already going to lose it again, and she didn't care a bit. All she wanted was Martin, again and again and again… Seconds before she could come, the door bell sounded, the ringing carrying all the way into the bedroom. Martin stopped right before Samantha really hit it and looked up at her face.
Samantha groaned at the loss. She had been so close to coming for the fourth or fifth time that night. Why can't you come back later, Samantha silently asked. When we're done? Martin rolled off of her and Samantha regretfully slipped out of the bed, grabbing her bathrobe and pulling it on as she walked towards the front door. She was going to kill whoever it was. She had barely managed to tie the cloth band around her waist to hold the bathrobe in place when the doorbell rang again.
"I'm coming," she mumbled under her breath, unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door just an inch. Oh, God, why do you really have to do this to me again, she asked as she stared out the door and saw Jack Malone staring back. All I want is one night of pure blissfulness with Martin, uninterrupted, and I'd be happy, she griped.
"What do you want, Jack?" she asked, annoyed and angry. Before he could answer, she kept talking, "I mean, can't you just leave me alone and let me be happy? Why do you insist on ruining everything all of the time?"
Jack, once again, was drenched from head to toe in rain. And he's dripping it all over my doormat, Samantha observed. "Can I come in?" Jack asked, looking from her bathrobe to his wet clothes. When he looked at her face, he noticed that her hair was damp. Maybe she was in the middle of a bath, Jack thought to himself, but he had a feeling he was wrong. Very wrong.
"No, you can't come in, Jack," Samantha groaned. "I have no idea what you want from me, Jack, but I can't give it to you! Not anymore." As Samantha's mind flashed back to over two years ago, she realized that Jack had always wanted something from her. It didn't matter if she wanted him or not to Jack; all that mattered was that he got what he wanted out of the relationship.
"I want us to have a chance to be together, Sam," Jack told her, inching closer to the door. "And don't try to tell me that you don't feel the same way."
Samantha shook her head to herself. She couldn't even begin to believe what Jack was telling her. "What we had was a simple affair that went a little too far before it ended. It wasn't real."
Jack's next sentence left Samantha speechless. "And what you have with Martin is?"
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Chapter seven already? Wow, I'm so proud of myself. I have no idea how long I'm going to keep this fan-fic up, but as long as you like it, I'll keep writing it. I'm actually having a LOT of fun writing this one. I don't write many Without a Trace fan-fic currently (mostly CSI), so when I get a chance, I tend to go a little overboard. But that's okay!!! Thanks, once again and always, to all my wonderful, supportive readers and reviewers.
I know the title really has little to do with this chapter, but when I heard these lyrics in the Spider-Man 2 movie, I just thought that to be too funny, so it's a little tribute to that moment when Peter Parker is walking around New York with that song playing J. So I put a little scene in to incorporate that title into this chapter with Jack in it. It also serves as a little filler to make the fan-fic longer :P.
Ekk… I'm starting to hear the Spider-Man main titles song in my head between tracks on my Switchfoot CD. I think I'm sick. Umm, Tobey Maguire is way too hot for his own good. (Course, so it Eric Close). And Kristen Dunst says Tobey's a great kisser. God help me, I think I'm falling…
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Chapter seven chapter seven
I really think I'm in heaven
I mean, look at all those lights
I had three airplane flights
To dread and hate in the past week
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Work seemed to drag by for Samantha Spade. Maybe it was because Vivian had her looking through masses of phone records and receipts again, or maybe because whenever she finally got a chance to apologize to Martin, Jack would pop up out of no where and then she couldn't risk it. By nine o'clock that night, Samantha Spade was about ready to kill Jack Malone, but unfortunately for her and lucky for him, he had left early since he wasn't working again, yet.
Sighing, Samantha pushed the last receipt away from her face in pure delight. She was finally done and she was going to be sure that Vivian didn't stick her with anymore paperwork assignments for the next few cases. Getting up from her desk, she looked over to Martin's desk and smiled when she saw him sitting there, face half buried in the death certificate of their victim's daughter. Walking the short distance to his desk, Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, leaning closer to peer over his shoulder, "Whatcha up to?" she asked, resting her chin on his shoulder like he had done to her the previous night.
"Vivian wanted me to check through all the death and birth certificates for all the members of this family in the past two generations. That includes aunts, uncles, and cousins, so I've been doing this for a while," Martin answered, trying to cover up a sudden yawn that came on. "And I must admit that I'm at a complete dead end because there is nothing fishy or interesting here."
"Hmm," Samantha replied, if you can call it a reply. She kissed his cheek and then sighed, "I'm sorry about earlier, Martin." Martin started to turn the chair around, so Samantha released her hold on his neck. He faced her, pulling her into an odd sitting position so that she was still facing him. "Sam," Martin started to speak, but Samantha covered his lips with a single finger and shook her head.
"I know how you feel about the whole situation between me and Jack, and it's not fair to you that he got me all frazzled today," she paused to wrap her arms loosely back around his neck and to settle a little more comfortably in his lap. "And I'm really sorry for dragging you into the middle of this," Samantha apologized.
Martin leaned his face a little closer to hers, "The middle of what?" Martin asked softly, running one hand slowly up and down her arm, grazing just the tips of his fingers against her bare skin. "Is there still something between you and Jack?" he asked just as calmly, but Samantha could tell he was concerned by the look in his eyes.
"There's absolutely nothing between me and Jack," Samantha answered firmly. Martin grinned at her determination and pushed a strand of hair that had gotten loose of her ponytail behind her ear. "So then it's just you and me I have to worry about for now?" Martin asked.
Samantha nodded before leaning forward and brushing her lips against his, enjoying the sensation she had been longing for since that morning. As Jack Malone watched from around the corner of the hallway, he felt his gag reflex starting to go to action. He had come back because he had left his favorite suede coat in Vivian's office and forgotten all about it. As he stood frozen in the middle of the hallway, watching the scene in front of him, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.
That shirt, Jack thought to himself. Why didn't I put that pink men's shirt Samantha was wearing when I went over to her apartment with Martin? How many other men could she possibly know who own a pink shirt? And then there was the situation in Vivian's office earlier that morning when Samantha had grabbed onto Martin's arm and then three seconds later when Jack had turned around to say something to her, they were both gone? How could he have been so blind?
Although his wife had surprised him by asking for a divorce, Jack hadn't been all disappointed. He had hoped that he and Sam might be able to pick up where they had left off in their affair. But it seemed that Samantha had moved on, Jack saw. The only problem was that Jack wasn't willing to give up trying to get her back quite yet.
Danny Taylor came strolling through the room on his way out of the building to his comfortable bed in his small apartment when he saw Samantha and Martin lip-locked in Martin's chair. Shaking his head to himself, Danny grinned. He had never thought to look for a connection between Samantha and Martin ever since he had found out about Samantha's affair with Jack. But as he walked closer to them on his way out, he noticed a definite connection between them. Maybe they found their connection over a nice game on tonsil hockey, Danny thought to himself.
As he walked right by Martin's desk, he paused and cleared his throat. Startled, both Martin and Samantha jerked their heads towards him, like two teenagers caught making out in the car. "You two might want to be a little more careful about where you do that," he informed them before heading out.
Martin rested his head back against his chair and pulled Samantha firmly back onto the chair, which she had started to slide off of. "Martin," Sam moaned as she pressed her lips against his once again, one hand resting behind his head while the other went down to loosen his tie.
Feeling like he was about to lose his lunch, Jack quickly made his way out of the building and into the busy streets of the city. A little rain cast thin layers of water onto the occupants of the roads. Jack considered getting in a taxi to ride home, but he decided to walk in the rain instead. The weather reflected his current mood, gloomy and uncertain. He wanted to dash back into that building and confess his dying need and lust for Samantha Spade, but Jack was beginning to realize that his lust just wasn't enough for her. She seemed to want more than that from him. That was one of the reasons he had broken things off between them years ago.
But then why did she pick Martin, a voice in the back of his head asked. Jack shrugged to himself and didn't feel the slight different when the rain began to pound down harder. Samantha was over him and that was all that mattered to Jack. But maybe it's not too late after all, the voice told him. If you just tell her how you feel, how you've always felt, then she would forget all about Martin and come back to you.
Jack shook his head, thinking how ridiculous that sounded even in his head. Still, he had to do something. He couldn't just surrender and let Martin have her. She might not come back to me, Jack thought as he reached his home, but I still have to tell her how I feel.
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Samantha moaned against his mouth, her back arching off the bed and pressing her naked body against his even harder. Her toenails curled around her footboard as he continued to have his way with her mouth. All Samantha could do was cling to his shoulders and enjoy the ride. The ride, Samantha thought, a small grin appearing on her lips, not that either of them noticed this.
Samantha moaned again when his hands started exploring her body. He's like a drug, she thought to herself, and I'm addicted. Not that I mind, she added when he pulled his mouth away from hers, both of them in desperate need of air. They were both heavily panting, but Samantha let out a small laugh that caused Martin to stare at her with a look that said 'This isn't supposed to be funny'.
She just shook her head and pulled his head back down, letting it rest under her chin and against her chest, which was heaving with every breath of air she took in. "God, Martin," Samantha panted, kissing his sweaty forehead. "I'm beginning to realize why we end up in my bed every night," she murmured while she ran one hand into his damp hair.
Martin lifted his head the tiniest bit to look at Samantha's face, "And why is that?" he asked, trying to calm his heartbeat back to normal before they started all over again. It felt like his heart was about ready to burst from his chest and his lungs were burning with need for oxygen.
"Because we're so damn good at it," Samantha replied, her breathing finally slowing down a little. Martin chuckled at her answer, but he saw the truth in it. Whenever he was with her, everything just seemed to work out right and he was completely free of worry, at least for the time being. And then there was the plain fact that she was drop dead gorgeous.
Tell him you love him… The thought was so unexpected that Samantha hadn't even realized it was there until it was practically shouting at her. Panic threatened to take over her but Samantha remained clam. Somehow, she didn't think it was the right time to bring that up. They hadn't even been on a date like a regular couple. What Martin and I have is special, Samantha thought to herself as Martin decided they had had enough of a break and began playfully sucking on different sections of her neck. We're not a normal couple and I doubt we'll ever be, Samantha told herself, before adding, I'm going to be wearing a turtle neck for sure tomorrow.
Samantha let Martin kiss her, tilting her head to the side and up a little to allow him better access. She had no problem in letting Martin take control of them. After the first two nights, Samantha learned that Martin was very selfless in bed, usually giving her the best time of her life when she wasn't even doing anything at all. He placed small kisses down her neck and then he reached the hallow section between her neck and shoulder. He gave it one little lick, but it was enough to make a shiver run up Samantha's spine, causing her to grasp his hair and shoulder tighter and a little gasp to escape for between her sealed lips.
"You like that, don't you?" Martin murmured against her skin, grinning to himself as he licked it again. He could feel Samantha's body convulsing with pleasure under him. "Thought you might," Martin said, more to himself than to Samantha.
"Marty," Samantha gasped in pleasure. He knows me better than anyone, the thought barely made it through her head before she felt a warm heat filling her body rapidly. Oh God, Samantha thought to herself. "Since you came last night as soon as I reached this spot," Martin continued, not hearing her whimper his nickname.
"Mmm, Marty, please," Samantha whispered. She was already going to lose it again, and she didn't care a bit. All she wanted was Martin, again and again and again… Seconds before she could come, the door bell sounded, the ringing carrying all the way into the bedroom. Martin stopped right before Samantha really hit it and looked up at her face.
Samantha groaned at the loss. She had been so close to coming for the fourth or fifth time that night. Why can't you come back later, Samantha silently asked. When we're done? Martin rolled off of her and Samantha regretfully slipped out of the bed, grabbing her bathrobe and pulling it on as she walked towards the front door. She was going to kill whoever it was. She had barely managed to tie the cloth band around her waist to hold the bathrobe in place when the doorbell rang again.
"I'm coming," she mumbled under her breath, unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door just an inch. Oh, God, why do you really have to do this to me again, she asked as she stared out the door and saw Jack Malone staring back. All I want is one night of pure blissfulness with Martin, uninterrupted, and I'd be happy, she griped.
"What do you want, Jack?" she asked, annoyed and angry. Before he could answer, she kept talking, "I mean, can't you just leave me alone and let me be happy? Why do you insist on ruining everything all of the time?"
Jack, once again, was drenched from head to toe in rain. And he's dripping it all over my doormat, Samantha observed. "Can I come in?" Jack asked, looking from her bathrobe to his wet clothes. When he looked at her face, he noticed that her hair was damp. Maybe she was in the middle of a bath, Jack thought to himself, but he had a feeling he was wrong. Very wrong.
"No, you can't come in, Jack," Samantha groaned. "I have no idea what you want from me, Jack, but I can't give it to you! Not anymore." As Samantha's mind flashed back to over two years ago, she realized that Jack had always wanted something from her. It didn't matter if she wanted him or not to Jack; all that mattered was that he got what he wanted out of the relationship.
"I want us to have a chance to be together, Sam," Jack told her, inching closer to the door. "And don't try to tell me that you don't feel the same way."
Samantha shook her head to herself. She couldn't even begin to believe what Jack was telling her. "What we had was a simple affair that went a little too far before it ended. It wasn't real."
Jack's next sentence left Samantha speechless. "And what you have with Martin is?"