Sorry, I've had a little trouble deciding how I wanted this chapter to go, But here it is. Enjoy!!!!


Disclaimer: I don't own Without A Trace, or any of the characters. If you would like to use Alexis in any of your own personal stories, please ask permission from me first. Thanks.


Paperwork, paperwork, and oh yes more paperwork. The team had found the little girl earlier than expected, which is, of course, always good. But Samantha had to admit, she did not enjoy writing the reports that were mandatory for each case.

The phone rang, interrupting her. She reached for the receiver, putting her pen down, as she lifted the phone to her ear.

"Agent Spade"

"This is the front desk", the voice said, "There's a, um, women here to see you, She says her name is Alexis Thompson. Do you want me to send her up?"

Samantha had completely forgotten about her lunch plans with Alex, was that really today? She had gotten so into the case, it must have slipped her mind.

"Um, yes, yes....send her right up". She managed to stammer out.

Soon, the elevators doors opened, and Sam saw Alexis. Not that it was to hard, with the bright ensemble she was wearing. That was one thing Sam had to admire about Alex. Those really odd pieces of clothing that most people, including Samantha, turn their noses up at, well give that to Alexis and you wish you had bought it.

"Well," Samantha said, crossing her arms, "Aren't you bright."

"You know me" Alexis replied with small smile, "I prefer this than looking like I just came back from a funeral", referring to Samantha dark ensemble.

"Oh, so harsh. I'm hurt."

"So, you ready?", Alexis asked.

"Ummm.....just let me tell my boss, do some things, and then I'll be ready"

Alexis shrugged her shoulders, " Okay." And sat down in Sam's chair.

She turned around in the office chair. Everything looked the same as it did the last time she had been there. She reconizged Danny right away. And Vivian. The were new computers, of course, and the......well hello there!! Alexis saw a man she had never seen here before. He was cute, not completely her type, but still really cute. Who was he? A suspect in for a case? Nope. He must be a agent , because he had an F.B.I. i.d. . She would have to ask Sam about him. He was closer, close enough for Alexis to see his name. "Martin Fiztgerald. He must be new. I wonder if he's si...."

"You ready?", Samantha's voice interrupted her thoughts about the handsome stranger.

"Ah, umm.. I need to use the washroom."

"Down the hall, to the right", Samantha pointed in the direction of the hallway.

As Alexis went on toward the restroom, Samantha couldn't help thinking she saw Alexis looking at Martin. As she thought this, Martin looked up from his work. Noticing the special attention Sam was giving him, he smiled. "That smile", she thought. She couldn't help but smile right back.

Meanwhile, Alexis was in the washroom, attending to, ehm, her business, when she heard the clicking of heels. Soon the clicking was joined with voices.

"Come on Francine, tell me that gossip you mentioned earlier", a female voice said.

"Huh", her ears perked up.

"Well", another woman's voice was heard, Alexis assumed was Francine, "Do you know that blonde agent, oh whats her name, um ..... Spade, that's it, well rumors are going around that she and a certain agent named Fiztgerald are having a steamy affair."

Alexis covered her mouth, to hold in the shock. "Why hadn't Sam told me," she thought, "Well we haven't talked in awhile, so that might be a reason. She'll probably tell me at lunch, that's right."

The woman continued on with their coversation. Then left.

Alexis washed her hands, left the restroom, and made her way back to the bullpen. "Lunch, Lunch", She thought, "Lunch, she'll tell me at lunch."