Disclaimer: Same from the beginning
Author's Note: Welps, I've got nothing 2 say about this chapter...o wait, yeah I do. I've never actually been to the shark reef at Mandalay Bay so I don't knoe how it works.
"It was so romantic, Danny. You should've seen it." Sam said into her cell phone.
Danny chuckled. "I wish."
"Stop being so whiney."
"Me? You're the one who-" Danny started to say.
Sam cut him off, "Yes, Danny. I know what I whine about."
"You should." Danny laughed.
Arms wrapped around Samantha's waist. Samantha leaned against Martin even as she listened to Danny, "Did you go see the Bellagio water show yet?"
"No, not yet. Martin," she paused long enough to glare at him, "promised me though."
"Cool. Hey, mind if I spoke to Martin?" Danny asked.
"No." She handed the phone to Martin. "Danny wants to speak to you."
"Okay." Martin planted a kiss on her lips before taking the phone. He walked off towards the balcony.
Samantha sat on the bed, flipping through a book of Vegas shows. She really wanted to see the O show at the Bellagio but it was probably sold out. Earlier today, Martin and Sam had gone to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It had a great view and that was where Sam wanted to go to see the water show. They spent the rest of the day shopping and going through more hotels.
Ten minutes later Martin handed Sam back her phone. He sat down next to her, looking at the book. Sam rested her head on his shoulder.
"What did Danny want?" Sam asked.
He kissed her forehead. "Not much." He took the book from her hands. "Wanna see a show?"
"Mmm, do you?" Sam asked him.
"I want to check out the shark reef over at Mandalay Bay." Martin said.
Sam's hart skipped a beat. "Um, Martin? You did say sharks, right?"
"Yeah, sharks." He looked down at her. "Why? Are you scared-"
"No, I'm not." Sam shoved him off the bed.
Martin laughed. "Okay, then." He got to his feet and kissed the top of her head. "Dress up, Samantha. We're going to Mandalay Bay."
With that Martin walked into the bathroom to change. Sam got up with a sigh and walked over to the closet. She took out a pair of jeans along with a tank top and tossed it on the bed. She was done changing by the time Martin came out of the bathroom, his hair wet from his recent shower.
"Ready to go?" Martin grabbed his coat from the chair.
"Um, Martin? Is there any way I can talk you out of this?" Sam asked, coming up to him and taking his hand.
"I doubt so but why?" Marti asked.
"I-I don't really..." Sam trailed off, unable to meet his eyes.
Martin took her chin and turned her head slightly so he could see her. He asked gently, "Are you afraid of sharks?"
Sam shrugged. "A bit."
"Come on." He tugged at their linked hand. "I promise to keep the sharks away from you."
She kissed him. "Okay."
"Chris. What is it?" Allie asked exasperated. He had nerves to call during her massage.
"They've left the hotel." Chris reported.
"Okay. Just do what you're supposed to do." Allie told him before hanging up.
Sam leaned in closer to Martin hoping to get father away from the glass that separated her from the sharks on the other side. They were lazily swimming around and once in awhile she caught a glimpse of their razor sharp teeth. She whimpered a bit, scooting even more closely to her boyfriend. She heard a cough coming from Martin.
"What Martin?" Sam wrapped an arm around his waist to get closer.
"Nothing, Sam, nothing." Martin replied. Finally he added, "Why are you so afraid of sharks, Sammy?"
She glared at him for calling her that. "I just don't, Marty."
He laughed. Sam hadn't called him that since his aunt went missing and she came to help him. "Why, Sam?"
"Martin, don't push me." Sam said, shoving him.
"Okay, Samantha." He interlaced their fingers. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?"
Sam thought about that. "Actually, you haven't."
"I love you, Samantha." Martin told her.
"That's better." Sam said with a smile.
Finally they walked out of the shark reef. Sam let out a sigh of relief. Martin led her towards a bench. She sat down, eager to rest her aching feet. After awhile, Sam heard her stomach rumble.
"Hungry?" Martin asked, amused.
"I guess so." Sam said sheepishly.
He captured her mouth for a second with his before saying, "You stay here. I'll grab us something to eat. 'k?"
"Okay."
As he left Sam looked around her surround. There weren't many places she could go while waiting. She could see out to the hotel's pools through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sam smiled. She would love to take a dip right now. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure come toward her. She turned to look at who it was. She groaned. Why do they follow me? Sam thought. She stiffened when Christ sat next to her.
"Hi Sam." He said casually.
"It's Samantha. And what do you want, Chris?" Sam asked coolly.
"I'm just saying hi." Chris answered.
"Whatever."
"So," Chris paused as if choosing his next words carefully, "how long have you known Martin?"
"Why are you so interested in us?" Sam asked, getting quite annoyed. First Allie, now him.
"I'm not! I'm just being nice and starting a conversation." Chris raised his hands in defense.
"Two years."
"Two years? Wow."
"You know Martin?" Sam asked.
"No. I've heard of him before in high school." Chris said.
"Really? How so?" Sam asked, now curious. She never met any of Martin's high school friends.
Chris shook his head. "You probably don't want to hear."
"No. Tell me."
He sighed. "Alright but you asked. I use to date this girl, Jennifer. We, uh, broke up around the end of senior year because I found out she was cheating on me with some guy."
Sam's heart sank. Oh, no. This can't be true. "Martin?"
Chris nodded. "She didn't exactly tell me but I knew it was some guy Martin. Later I heard rumors that it was Martin Fitzgerald.
"You're lying. It wasn't Martin." Sam told him. It couldn't be.
"I swear. I'm not lying." Chris said.
Without a word Sam slapped him. She stared at Chris, shocked. He started rubbing his cheek which was already turning red. For a minute Sam couldn't say anything but she finally manage to apologize.
"I am so sorry, Chris. I didn't mean to do that." Sam apologized.
"It's okay." Chris winced when he touched his cheek. "Did you have to his so hard though?"
Sam was about to answer but Martin cut her off. "Hey, Sam. Oh, hi Chris."
Chris got to his feet. "Hey, I should be going now. See you."
"Yeah." Sam simply said, absorbing what he just told her.
Martin sat down next to Sam. She still had that shocked look on her face; her shoulders were shaking. He placed a hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her down. Sam looked over at him, trying to smile but failing.
"What happened, Sam?" Martin sighed.
"He-" Sam shook her head "he said something rude and I-I guess I slapped him."
"Oh." Martin tried to resist the urge to smile but it came out anyway.
"Hey! Are you laughing at me?" Sam asked.
"No, it's just funny." Martin told her.
Sam opened her mouth to argue back but her stomach interrupted her. This time Martin laughed. She swatted at his arm.
"I almost forgot about your food. There's a really good buffet here. All you can eat, too." Martin said, grinning. "Wanna try it?"
She hooked her arm with him. "Let's."
As they ate, Sam looked over at Martin. Did he really cheat on Allie? Would he cheat on Sam? She shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts. She continued eating her salad.
"Martin," Sam started, "how come you never talk about high school?"
"Why do you want to know?" He replied.
"Because...seeing Allie perked my curiosity." Sam stated.
Martin scoffed. "What do you wanna know?"
Sam shrugged. "Everything."
"Okay. I went to some high school in Seattle, which you probably figured out. My best friend was Rick....something." Martin said.
She laughed. "You don't know your own best friend's last name?"
"It's been like 20 years or so!"
"Fine, fine. What else?
"I did t rack and kept a B average if I could. As you know, I went out with Allison all four years until after senior year. Then I went off to some college before going into FBI then I came here." Martin finished.
"All four years with Allie? No other girls?" Sam asked.
Martin thought for a minute. "Occasionally."
"Occasionally? Like during a break-up?
"Yeah."
Sam nodded her head. "Hmm, okay."
"How about you?" Martin questioned her. "Any high school sweetheart?"
She laughed. "Nope. I went out with alotta guys during high school."
"Any true love?"
"One. A Joe Gray. Went out with him a couple months, thought we were meant to be." Sam said.
"Done eating?" Martin pointed to her salad.
"Yup," Sam got up, "let's go."
"What? You say you're hungry but all you eat is a salad?" Martin said as Sam grabbed his arm, pulling him out.
"So? Besides I'm late for my appointment." Sam told him.
"Appointment? For what?" Martin managed to pull him arm away from Sam. He stopped walking. She turned around to face him.
"My massage."
"Massage. What am I suppose to do while your massage?"
Sam shrugged then grinned, saying, "I'm sure you'll entertain yourself."
"Fine. You catch a cab back to the hotel; I'll stay here."
"You sure?" Sam's eyes became laced with concern.
"I'm sure." Martin bent down to kiss her briefly before pushing her towards the door. "Now go before you miss it."
"Okay. Love you." Sam gave him a quick kiss before heading for the door. AS he watched her leave, Martin thought about what he would do. Finally, he took out his cell phone and headed for the casino.
Sam headed towards the elevator feeling more relaxed than ever. She pushed the up button then waited for the elevator to come. The Rock Spa works its charm. Sam smiled, wondering what Martin was doing.
Ding.
Sam stepped into the elevator with another man with just his swimming trunks on. He smiled at her, asking what floor she was going to.
"Four. Thanks." She said when he pressed the button for her.
"No problem."
The rest of the elevator ride was in silence. Sam noticed the man take occasional glances at her through the reflection in the door. She smiled inwardly.
Another ding announced that the elevator reached her floor. She stepped out, waving a good-bye to him.
"See you."
"Maybe." She called back to him. To the right the windows showed that the day was turning into night.
As she walked down the hall towards her room, Sam dug around her purse for the key. Upon finding it she took it out and looked up but something stopped Sam from going any farther.
Sorry I didn't update for awhile. I'm still trying 2 finish the story then type it up but I've got no time to do so.
