Disclaimer: You know the routine. But the Italian restaurant is mine.

Author's Note: Sorry it took awhile for me to update. Damn school and stuff. I hate chem class, who the hell iz making us take chem.? But u gotta love those safety rules. Oh, and I suck at describing dresses.


"Sam," Martin groaned, "this is the seventh hotel we've been in."

They entered the entrance of the Bellagio. They'd been in every hotel sine Mandalay Bay. By now Martin's arms were growing more tired by the minute from carrying Samantha's shopping bags.

Sam linked her arm through his. She took some bags from him in an effort to relieve his arms. Martin smiled his thanks.

"Better?" Sam asked.

"Much. How can you carry all those bags when you go shopping?" Martin told her.

She shrugged. "I don't normally shop that much. Just with you."

Martin glared at Sam. She kissed him, looping her arms around his neck. "You know Martin, I sill haven't heard what you wanted to do."

"Well, I want to...bring you back...to the hotel...and...make love with you...until...we leave Vegas." Martin said between kisses.

"Really?" When do you want to start?" Sam whispered.

"How about after dinner since I already made reservations."

Samantha quirked an eyebrow. "You did?"

"Yeah, I did. When you practically ran from the pool today. It's a little Italian place not too far. Allie recommended it." Martin said ask they continued walking.

Sam's mood seemed to have dampened at Allie's name. Martin regretted bring her up. He figured Sam would be jealous of Allie but Allie was in his past. Plus they were over.

Hoping to bring back to where they were before he brought up Allie, "Did you bring a dress?"

Samantha still didn't meet his eyes as she answered, "Yeah, I did."

"Really? Am I...going to like it?" Martin asked. A smiled tugged at her mouth but she didn't say anything. "Okay. Guess you'll have to surprise me." He said.

Martin laughed as he got a shove from Samantha before she entered one of the jewelry stores.

"Sam, are you done yet? We're gonna lose our reservation!" Martin yelled from the bedroom.

"I'm almost done." Samantha called back. She finished up her make-up, checking her reflection in the mirror.

Her halter-top dress came down to her ankles with the top coming down in on a small dip. A white silk covered the dip which connected to her halter. The dress connected into another white V-dip at her lower back. Sam had bought this dress a few months ago for a special occasion with Martin, particularly their anniversary but this event would do. She finished it up with a necklace Martin gave her along with a pair of gold earrings and her golden blonde hair up in a French twist. On her feet she had a brand new pair of black stiletto heels. Sam checked her reflection one last time.

Martin began pacing in the bedroom. After a few minutes of pacing, Martin walked over to the balcony. Sine it was Sunday night a lot of people were out partying by the pools, the music turned up loud and the bar was crowded. He didn't hear Samantha come up behind him until his eyes were covered by her hands.

"Guess who?"

"Samantha, took you long-whoa!" Martin exclaimed as he turned around. Sam looked....sexy (there was no other way to describe it) in her dress.

She spun around. "Do you like it?"

Martin laughed and gave her a brief kiss. "I love it. Now let's go before we lost that reservation." He grabbed their jackets and his key before ushering Sam out the door.

The Italian restaurant was only a couple blocks away. It was a small restaurant tucked between a club and a small hotel. Inside, the room was dimly lit with a man playing the violin which made it more romantic. After giving his name, they were led to a table near the violinist. He nodded a hell to them without missing a beat in his music.

"Wow, this place is wonderful." Sam said as she sat.

Martin chuckled, saying, "You've said that about every place we've been to in Vegas."

"I know. That's because it's true."

Their waiter came over to their table, ready to take their order. They both ordered pasta with some red wine. As the waiter left Martin watched Samantha as she looked around the restaurant.

That dress on her made Samantha look so sexy, especially the way the dress clung to her body. Too bad it wouldn't stay on long after they ate. The thought made Martin laugh which only caused Sam to look at him sharply.

"What?" she asked.

Martin just shook his head. He couldn't just say what he was thinking in the restaurant.

Samantha leaned closer in hopes of seeing what he was thinking. When she did, a very big grin broke out on her face. She brought the wine glass to her lips, her eyes twinkling.

For awhile she just drank the wine until she said, "I know what you're thinking."

"Oh, do you?" He said as the waiters brought out their food.

"Yup." Samantha simply said, tasting her pasta. "Mmm, this is delicious."

"Yeah, it is. Anyway, back to my idea after dinner. Wanna try it?"

"I would..." Sam trailed off.

"But?" Martin smirked.

"We still didn't get to see the Bellagio waterworks. I heard it's beautiful." Sam finished.

"Okay. We'll go see it sometime." Martin told her.

"Oh my gosh! Martin! Samantha!" Allie's voice said behind them.

With an inward groan, Samantha forced a smile before turning to Allison. Does she stalk them everywhere they go? Today at the Monte Carlo she was almost sure she saw Allie but when she turned to look again Allie was gone. The same happened at the Bellagio.

Allie came towards them, a male friend following. She was dressed in a tight black strapless dress which showed off her long legs. Martin got up to greet her and Sam did the same.

"Hi, Allie." Samantha said.

"Hi, Samantha, Martin. Oh." She pointed to her friend, "this is my friend, Chris Stephens."

"Hi, Chris. Samantha Spade." She introduced herself.

"Nice meeting you." Chris started looking over Sam's body. Martin noticed this and began glaring at him. Sam stifled a laugh.

"Hi, um, I'm Chris. You are?" Chris offered his hand to Martin.

He hesitated before taking it. "Martin. Martin Fitzgerald."

"Cool."

"Hey," Allie said to Chris, "we should take our seats at our table."

"Okay. Anyway, nice meeting you guys." Chris said.

"Martin?" Sam called to them as they sat."

"Yeah, Sam?"

"Is it me or is Allie everywhere we go?" Sam asked.

Martin laughed. "I think it's you."

"Well, I think Allie wants you back." Sam said firmly.

He looked at Sam. "No she doesn't. And I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine." Sam continued eating in silence.

Martin sighed. This was the second time he pushed Samantha away. Both time Sam didn't push him but relapsed into silence. Also her mood dampened when Allie was around. He should let Sam know why they broke up. But not now.

"Hey Sam?"

She looked up from her food to look at him. "Yeah?"

Martin picked up his wine glass. "I wanna make a toast."

Sam grinned. "To what?"

"To us." Martin said.

"To us." Sam smiled at him as she drank her wine.

During her dinner with Christ Allie often stole glances at the happy couple near her. Right now, Samantha was laughing at whatever Martin said to her. Allie remembered when she used to laugh with Martin during one of their more happy moments.

She looked over at Chris. She was hoping to make Martin jealous when he saw her with Chris. Except he wasn't.

Allie groaned. This wasn't going according to plan.

"What do we do now?" Chris asked.

"You keep throwing passes at Spade. I'll deal with Martin." Allie told him.

"Ya know, it's going to be hard breaking up a couple like them."

Allie sighed. "Yeah, I know. That's why we keep filling little Miss Spade here with doubts about Martin."


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