Taking It All Back
Written by: Anti Darth Ani
Chapter VI : Crushed
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"This is perfect," Samantha murmured, lacing her fingers with Martin's. "Just what the doctor ordered." She rested her head back against his chest, letting out a yawn she had been holding back for ages.
"I due hope your doctor is a female then," Martin leaned his head so that his lips barely grazed against her ear, "because you know I don't go both ways, Miss Spade."
Samantha moaned in desire when he whispered these words against his ear. Her free hand went behind her head to run through his hair and Martin ducked his head to kiss her shoulder left uncovered by the tank top she was wearing, which rode up when her arm went back. Martin took his free hand to trace small circles around her bellybutton. "God I am so tired," Samantha told him while another yawn escaped.
Martin pulled away, leaving his hand on her stomach. "Well, now that really puts me in the mood," he mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning back against the pillow. He had to admit, though, that he was very tired as well. Today had been a day from hell for both on them.
"Hey Martin, turn the volume up," Samantha said suddenly, leaning forward in the bed, looking at the TV on her dresser they left muted. Martin reached for the remote, sitting on the nightstand, and clicked the mute button. The news announcer's voice filled the modern bedroom, "…Earlier this morning, little Dylan Westfall disappeared from his house. In a huge effort from the FBI and his family and neighbors, they found Dylan in the canal. A local EMT performed CPR and managed to revive the young boy. Unfortunately, on the way to the hospital in an ambulance, the Dylan died because his lungs refused to allow oxygen in. Now to the weather…" Martin clicked the off button and put the remote back onto the nightstand.
Samantha stared at the blank TV screen. After all they had done for the little boy, he hadn't made it. She wondered how Danny would feel about it when he heard the news. Silently, she prayed he wouldn't find out until tomorrow so that at least tonight he would get a good night's sleep. She already knew she wasn't going to. Martin gently squeezed her fingers with his. Samantha shifted on the bed to look up at his face, resting her chin on his chest, giving him the weakest smile yet. He ran one hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. Both knew that no words would be able to make them feel better about the situation.
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Author's note: Thanks to all of my wonderful readers and reviewers. I really like to write Without a Trace fan-fics and hope to write some more when I have some extra time on my hands. This fan-fic is actually based on a true story about a little boy who lived across the street and down a couple of houses from mine. I was one of the neighbors out in the street trying to find the poor little guy. I remember the feeling I got when they found him out in the canal. And I had never met him. His family moved closer to us after the incident, getting off of the water. I got to know the two brothers and sister fairly well before they moved again recently.
Written by: Anti Darth Ani
Chapter VI : Crushed
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"This is perfect," Samantha murmured, lacing her fingers with Martin's. "Just what the doctor ordered." She rested her head back against his chest, letting out a yawn she had been holding back for ages.
"I due hope your doctor is a female then," Martin leaned his head so that his lips barely grazed against her ear, "because you know I don't go both ways, Miss Spade."
Samantha moaned in desire when he whispered these words against his ear. Her free hand went behind her head to run through his hair and Martin ducked his head to kiss her shoulder left uncovered by the tank top she was wearing, which rode up when her arm went back. Martin took his free hand to trace small circles around her bellybutton. "God I am so tired," Samantha told him while another yawn escaped.
Martin pulled away, leaving his hand on her stomach. "Well, now that really puts me in the mood," he mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning back against the pillow. He had to admit, though, that he was very tired as well. Today had been a day from hell for both on them.
"Hey Martin, turn the volume up," Samantha said suddenly, leaning forward in the bed, looking at the TV on her dresser they left muted. Martin reached for the remote, sitting on the nightstand, and clicked the mute button. The news announcer's voice filled the modern bedroom, "…Earlier this morning, little Dylan Westfall disappeared from his house. In a huge effort from the FBI and his family and neighbors, they found Dylan in the canal. A local EMT performed CPR and managed to revive the young boy. Unfortunately, on the way to the hospital in an ambulance, the Dylan died because his lungs refused to allow oxygen in. Now to the weather…" Martin clicked the off button and put the remote back onto the nightstand.
Samantha stared at the blank TV screen. After all they had done for the little boy, he hadn't made it. She wondered how Danny would feel about it when he heard the news. Silently, she prayed he wouldn't find out until tomorrow so that at least tonight he would get a good night's sleep. She already knew she wasn't going to. Martin gently squeezed her fingers with his. Samantha shifted on the bed to look up at his face, resting her chin on his chest, giving him the weakest smile yet. He ran one hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. Both knew that no words would be able to make them feel better about the situation.
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Author's note: Thanks to all of my wonderful readers and reviewers. I really like to write Without a Trace fan-fics and hope to write some more when I have some extra time on my hands. This fan-fic is actually based on a true story about a little boy who lived across the street and down a couple of houses from mine. I was one of the neighbors out in the street trying to find the poor little guy. I remember the feeling I got when they found him out in the canal. And I had never met him. His family moved closer to us after the incident, getting off of the water. I got to know the two brothers and sister fairly well before they moved again recently.