A/N: I forgot to add that this is my first WaT fan fic. I've been a fan of the show since season one though. I've read a lot of fan fics on here for it as well, but I've never written anything. Until now... So please excuse my writing if it gets kinda crappy.

Please R&R

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Watched... She felt like she was being watched. But she knew she was being watched all the time; with all of the video cameras and sensitive microphones placed everywhere it was an inevitable fact. One would be watched at all times.

She had accepted that. But one watchful gaze she had grown awkward with.

As she stood out up from her swivel chair, she could feel his dark, brooding gaze apon her. She glanced up, with her eyes only, and met his eyes for a moment.

Something passed between them in that moment.

Lust was not possible, love was not probable... Regret perhaps? Regret and deep sorrowful pain?

Pain that both of them shared for each other, for the past... Yet they both also knew the hard truth. They could not be together.

He was married. He had a wonderful wife, he had kids, he had... another life. A life without work. A life without Vivian, Danny, Martin and... A life without her. A life without same. A seperate life.

She... Well... She didn't really know Marie, yet every time she was with Jack, she would always happen to gaze at the gold band on his finger... wishing... wanting... longing for that ring to be the other half of her own ring.

But what could she be thinking? He had a family. She had been selfish... Selfish and foolish to think that he would give it up for her.

What had she been expecting to happen anyway?

For him to drop everything? To drop his wife, kids and rush back to her, falling even more in love with her, confessing his love to her and dropping on one knee?

She shook her head, biting her lip at how naive she had been. How foolishly stupid she'd been. She'd let her feelings get in the way of her intelligence. She'd let her heart get in the way of her head. Her mother had always said that she'd get in trouble that way...

"I like the winter."

"I don't." Her voice was quiet, yet firm in it's opinion.

He frowned slightly, his broodish expression replacing his nostalgic, youthful expression which he had had plastered on his face a moment before. "Well you sure picked the city to live in then."

Samantha bit her lip and nodded.

Jack waited, hoping for her to explain as he continued to walk beside her.

She hated that... She liked it better when people pestered her. That way it gave her an excuse to tell them off. This way it was more... she felt somehow inclined and expected to answer.

"My grandfather died in the winter," Samantha began. "He was such an old, wonderful man..." She smiled thoughtfully. "He would always tell me stories of his adventures around the world, make me things...
"He would always keep secrets... things I couldn't tell anyone else. I spent a lot of time with him. But looking back... I wish that I'd have spent more."

They continued their walk through Central park, gazing at the scene before them. It was a scene that looked as if it had been painted before them straight out of a scenic Christmas card. All the perfect snow flakes flitting downwards, gracefully looping in and around towards their fellows which now littered the ground.

Jack looked at Sam, waiting to see if she had more.

"My first serious boyfriend also died that winter..." She continued. She hesitated for a moment, to see how he would react. His expression was the same though. "We had been at a Christmas party up in the woods. Everyone was there... There was drinking. I remember someone had brought eggnog." A faint smile appeared on her lips, "Someone had spiked it of course."

Her smile quickly died. "It was snowing pretty good and everyone was starting to go home. I told him I'd go with my girlfriend, after he offered me a ride..." She inhaled a deep breath. "And I... I would have died if I had gone with him Jack..." She looked over at him and he reached out, putting his strong hands on her shoulders, bringing them to a standstill.

Tears began blurring her vision. She struggled to hold them at bay. "We went down the mountain and found a collison on the roads... The roads were so bad though that..." She tried swallowing. "That the ambulance never got there in time. I found him wedged inbetween his seat and the dashboard. T-the steering column impaled him..." Her voice was faint now as tears rolled down her pale cheeks, freezing almost immediately.

Jack embraced her tightly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Samantha burried her face in his warm coat and chest, shutting her eyes tightly.

"Don't let go Jack. Never let go Jack..."

After what seemed close to eternity, they both pulled apart reluctantly. Still seeing the tears shining in her dark brown eyes, Jack gently took his thumb and stroked them away. "Are you going to be ok?" He asked, his gruff voice suddenly smooth and gentle.

He stroked some long strands of hair away from her eyes.

"Yeah..." Samantha sniffed and nodded, her voice slowly becoming stronger. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Slowly Jack lowered his head towards hers, bangs falling in his eyes. He eyed her with concern.

Samantha blinked, as if in a dreamy, dazy-like state. Things seemed to move slow as she moved to meet his lips. She gently shut her eyes and melted to his touch.

Seeing his positive response, made her deepen the kiss, turning from a casual, gentle kiss into a deeper and more passionate kiss.

His arms moved down to her waist, causing Samantha to feel the little shocks of electicity run along her.

She wrapped her hands around to the back of his neck where she began combing through his thick, black-greying hair.

When they couldn't possibly kiss anymore and had to come for a breath, Samantha's eyes had brightened somehow. They had seemed to achieve some sort of spark or light that wasn't there... or had been in hibernation for some time. She leaned against his chest to catch her breath. She felt elated and breathless as a wild rush of emotions flooded her mind, clouding her judgement. She didn't know what to make of it... but maybe... maybe those feelings for Jack had always been there?

Samantha stepped back and cleared her throat, looking down at the snow that had formed on the ground since they had stopped.

"I-I don't know what overcame me." She murmered.

Jack smiled faintly, still feeling the volts of electicity that her lingering touch still had left on him.

"Well it's late. I have to be going." She told him, looking up to meet his eyes.

"I'll walk you home then."

"Oh, it's not that far." Samantha said, shrugging.

"I don't mind."

She felt herself smile as she turned away from him, beginning to meander her way through the snow covered paths of Central park towards the North Park exit.

He walked beside her, and gently looped his arm with hers as they made their way towards her apartment...

She felt him watch her as she walked out of the Office towards the elevator. It was something she had grown accustomed to lately. It was something that she expected, but never really had gotten used to...

She faintly touched her lips. Remembering all the kisses he had placed. She looked at her reflection in the mirrors that rimmed the elevator walls and began picturing tiny scars on them. Scars that would slowly fade in time... but never fully heal.

Tonight, though, she'd be going home alone.

When your day is night alone,
Hold on, hold on...