Disclaimer: The usual. None of the WAT characters belong to me, yada yada yada.
Author's Note: I finally saw the preview for the new season of Without a Trace. There was this scene where this guy was making out with Sam and I couldn't tell who it was but I'm hoping it was Martin but this annoying voice iz telling me itz Jack. Nothing to do with the story...just saying. I think itz gonna be a good season.
Samantha woke up the next morning to find herself alone in bed. She rolled over to face the balcony, pulling the sheets up. Martin stood by the balcony looking out. Sam laid in bed just watching him silently. He must've heard her because he turned around.
Martin smiled at finding her awake. "Good morning."
"Morning to you, too." Sam got up, wrapping the sheet around her naked body. "Whatcha looking at?"
"Nothing. Just thinking." He wrapped his arms around his Samantha.
She kissed his chest and leaned against him. She was quite content with staying here all day but Vegas was waiting for them.
"What do you want to do today?" Sam asked.
"I remember you asking me that last night and as I recall, you enjoyed my plans." Martin smiled.
Sam giggled. She whispered in his ear, "I did."
"But..."
"But," Sam grinned, "I want to work on my tan and see the rest of Vegas."
Martin pondered that a bit before saying, "Okay. First, we'll work on your tan."
Sam gave a quick kiss. "Okay."
She left Martin's arm and headed to the bathroom. Martin tore his gaze away from Sam to the pools. Or more like what was in the pool.
Allie looked up from her photo shoot to the balcony where Martin stood. She shielded her eyes against the glaring sun to see better. Samantha had left. When Allie first saw Martin in the lobby kissing Samantha, she felt her heart sink. She still loved Martin and was upset when he broke up with her after high school. She tried to keep I touch but Martin was hard to reach. She finally gave up ad tried to move on but couldn't.
"Okay, Allison! Let's finish up here." Her manager said.
Sighing, Allie turned back to the camera. In her mind she thought of a way she could win Martin back.
Samantha leaned back against the chair, enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin. She reached down to grab the bottle of sunscreen resting against her flip-flops. She added a new layer to her skin. Sam didn't come to Vegas to be sunburned. Shielding her eyes against the glaring sun Sam tried to find Martin in the pool. She couldn't. He probably swam to the other pool on the other side.
She checked her cell phone messages and found on from Danny. She decided to just call him now so Sam wouldn't forget.
After a couple rings she heard a "Danny Taylor" on the other line.
"Danny. How are you?" Samantha asked.
A soft chuckle come from him. "Samantha. Figures you wouldn't call until the day after you get in."
"I'm sorry! I was-"
"Busy. Right. Busy with Martin." Danny interrupted.
Sam felt her cheeks redden and didn't say anything, which seemed to confirm Danny's thoughts.
"Uh-huh. I'm fine, Sam. So is Viv and Jack. So how's Vegas?" Danny asked.
"Great place to be, Danny." Sam said, looking around.
"I'm jealous. I want to be there."
Sam laughed. "Wish you were." A shadow fell over her and she looked up to find Martin standing over her. "Hey, I've gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Danny."
"Okay. You need anything, Sam, you call me." Danny said before hanging up.
Sam put her cell in her bag as Martin sat beside her. She scooted over for him to have some room.
"Was that Danny?" Martin asked.
"Yeah." She answered.
"Okay."
Silence passed between them. Samantha looked over at Martin who seemed deep in thought. He seemed distant since this morning. Was he thinking about Allie?
No, Sam, she thought. Don't go there.
Finally Sam got up and shoved everything into her tote bag while slipping her flip flops on. She lipped on her sunglasses over her eyes. The whole time Martin looked at her with surprised eyes. When she turned to leave he grabbed her hand.
"Where are you going?" Martin asked.
"Up to the room. I'm getting a bit too tan for my liking." Sam told him.
Martin studied her carefully before asking, "What is it, Sam?"
She forced a smile. "Nothing."
He didn't say anything but released her hand. "Okay."
Sam turned and left for her room without looking back. On the way up she ran into Allie.
"Samantha, hi." She said.
"Hi, Allie."
"Um," Allie began, "I'm guessing Martin told you about our little history in high school."
"Yeah, he did." Samantha said.
"Oh, okay." Allie said. "How's things with him?"
Sam wondered why she was asking but answered, "Good."
"I don't want to upset you or anything but Martin has a tendency to, uh, cheat on those he dates." Allie told her.
She was stunned. Martin, cheat? No way. "Oh?"
"Yeah. He did it all the time while we dated. That's one of the reasons we broke up." Allie added quickly, "I just wanted to warn you."
Still stunned, Sam could only nod. Allie waved good-bye and left for the pool. Sam took the elevator up to the room.
In the room, Sam tossed her stuff on the bed and stripped of her bikini. She went into the bathroom; filled the tub up with warm water. She gingerly stepped into the tub, allowing the water to rush over her body. Her thoughts drifted to martin and what Allie said.
Sam wouldn't believe that Martin would cheat on her. Would he? Sam groaned. Whenever she thought she had Martin all figured out, something new always popped up.
Ten minutes later Samantha heard the door open then Martin call out her name.
"In here." Samantha called out.
Martin appeared in the doorway. He slowly walked over to her and crouched down. He reached down into the tub for her hand which he somehow found.
"Sam," Martin started slowly, "is there something bothering you?"
Sam shook her head. "No, nothing's bugging me."
"You know, you can tell me if anything's wrong." Marin said reaching up to touch her face.
She searched Martin's face to see if he was possible of cheating on her. There wasn't, yet some things tend to lie. She kissed his palm. "You know I do."
"Positive?" Martin said concern in his eyes.
"Yes, Martin. I'm really positive." Sam smiled, tilting her head. "I love you."
Martin laughed. "I love you too."
He got up and kissed her forehead. "Finish up here. We've got places to go and things to do."
"Yes, sir." Sam stood up, careful of slipping. She was drying herself off when she realized Martin was still in the bathroom. Her cheeks reddened. "Martin, you're still here."
He raised an eyebrow. "And...?"
"I'm drying off. And I'm naked."
"Yeah? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before." He said but made no move to leave. Sam snapped her towel at him. Martin laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Okay. I'm leaving."
Sam smiled and finished drying herself. She wrapped the towel around her body before going into the room. Martin was sitting in one of the chairs. He smiled. Sam went directly to the closer. She could feel him watching her as she dressed. After pulling a tank top on, she decided to risk looking at him. Martin was still sitting in the chair, smiling. Sam walked past him to the balcony but he grabbed her hand. He yanked her onto his lap, sealing her lips in a kiss.
He pulled away first. "Samantha."
"Martin." Sam said, mocking him.
Martin grinned. All of the sudden he began tickling her. Sam tried to escape but Martin help her firmly in place.
"Martin!" Sam squealed.
He didn't stop. Soon, Sam's laughter filled the room up.
