Beep. Beep. Beep.
Martin rolled over and sat up. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the morning sun that was shining in his eyes.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The alarm was giving him a headache. He got up slowly, rubbing his eyes. Eventually, he stumbled into his bedroom and turned off the alarm. He looked at the bed, temtped to just lay down and try to fall back asleep, but he forced himself to walk to the bathroom.
"Aw shit," he said, looking at his reflection. "Not doing that again." His hair was sticking up in different places and his eyes where bloodshot . He splashed cold water on his face, trying to wake up. Then he swallowed a couple asprins and looked at himself in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make it more presentable. It didn't do much, so he shrugged to himself and left the bathroom in search of something to wear. After figuring out all the buttons on his shirt, he grabbed a tie, hoping it didn't look to horrible with the shirt he chose. It took him about five minutes to figure out the tie, but he managed it eventually. He grabbed his wallet and car keys and left.
Everyone looked at Martin when he came in. He was only five minutes late, but for him, that was unusual.
"So what have we got?" asked Martin.
"Gary Anderson, 22, went missing yesterday. His girlfriend Sandy called it in. Danny, you and Samantha check out the house and talk to Sandy. Martin, look up his phone and credit card records. Check the girlfriend's while you're at it." said Vivian. Martin nodded, relieved that he didn't have to be out.
Danny and Sam got up to leave. "Oh, one last thing, " called Vivian. " Jack's not transfering to Chicago....last minute decision. I'll be seeing if we can have him back."
Danny and Martin looked up, surpised. "Why?" asked Danny.
Vivian shrugged. "He didn't say. He'll tell us when he's ready." Danny nodded, then glanced at Sam. She didn't seem shaken by the news. Moving his gaze over though, he saw that Martin looked a bit shocked. He laughed to himself. "This could get interesting," he thought.
Martin yawned and rubbed his eyes. He had only been working a few hours, but he was already exhausted. He saw Vivian walk by with Jack. His stomach twisted as he thought of Jack and Sam. "Stop jumping to conclusions," he told himself. "You don't know why Jack's back or what he wanted to talk to Sam about." He sighed, then turned around.
"Viv!" he called. She said a few more words to Jack, then came over to talk to Martin.
"Good news," she said, smiling. "Jack will be coming back tomorrow."
"You're still supervisor though?" questioned Martin.
"Yeah. He said he didn't want to take that away from me..." She paused. "Find anything?"
"Oh." Martin had completly forgotten his original reason for calling for her. "Gary's been calling the same number at least three times a day, sometimes more. The calls usually last about 30 minutes."
"You're thinking an affair?" Martin nodded.
"Definatly a possibility....especially since he's calling Sandy's sister, Heather."
Just then, Sam and Danny came in. Vivian went off to talk with them. Martin stood up and stretched. He then went to sit down.
"Hey." Martin turned around to see Sam standing by him. "How are you holding up?"
Martin looked at her. "I'm fine...why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you seem kinda out of it today..." she paused, smiling. "...and your shirt buttons are buttoned wrong. Martin looked, and sure enough, he had skipped a button. He sighed and began to redo the buttons. That in itself was a chore for him in his current state of mind. When he realized he'd have to undo his tie to finish the buttons, he felt like screaming. All that time spent trying to tie it, and now he had to do it again. His fingers fumbled and he was about to give up when Sam took pity on him. "Oh hell, I'll do it," she said, shaking her head. Martin stood there, feeling stuipd, as she re-tied his tie.
Danny was standing next to Vivian watching Sam fix Martin's tie. He grinned, then looked at Vivian and said "She oughta just reach up and kiss him. I'm sure he'd respond." She smiled, then went up to Martin.
"Martin, I think you should go home. I don't know what you did this weekend, but you're obviously not going to accomplish much today. Go home, get some sleep, and I'll see if Jack can come in."
Martin opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. He nodded, gathered up his stuff, and left.
When Martin got home, the first thing he did was grab more asprin for his head. Then he changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt, and flopped on the couch. He turned on the TV, closed his eyes, and tried to fall asleep.
Martin rolled over and sat up. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the morning sun that was shining in his eyes.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The alarm was giving him a headache. He got up slowly, rubbing his eyes. Eventually, he stumbled into his bedroom and turned off the alarm. He looked at the bed, temtped to just lay down and try to fall back asleep, but he forced himself to walk to the bathroom.
"Aw shit," he said, looking at his reflection. "Not doing that again." His hair was sticking up in different places and his eyes where bloodshot . He splashed cold water on his face, trying to wake up. Then he swallowed a couple asprins and looked at himself in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make it more presentable. It didn't do much, so he shrugged to himself and left the bathroom in search of something to wear. After figuring out all the buttons on his shirt, he grabbed a tie, hoping it didn't look to horrible with the shirt he chose. It took him about five minutes to figure out the tie, but he managed it eventually. He grabbed his wallet and car keys and left.
Everyone looked at Martin when he came in. He was only five minutes late, but for him, that was unusual.
"So what have we got?" asked Martin.
"Gary Anderson, 22, went missing yesterday. His girlfriend Sandy called it in. Danny, you and Samantha check out the house and talk to Sandy. Martin, look up his phone and credit card records. Check the girlfriend's while you're at it." said Vivian. Martin nodded, relieved that he didn't have to be out.
Danny and Sam got up to leave. "Oh, one last thing, " called Vivian. " Jack's not transfering to Chicago....last minute decision. I'll be seeing if we can have him back."
Danny and Martin looked up, surpised. "Why?" asked Danny.
Vivian shrugged. "He didn't say. He'll tell us when he's ready." Danny nodded, then glanced at Sam. She didn't seem shaken by the news. Moving his gaze over though, he saw that Martin looked a bit shocked. He laughed to himself. "This could get interesting," he thought.
Martin yawned and rubbed his eyes. He had only been working a few hours, but he was already exhausted. He saw Vivian walk by with Jack. His stomach twisted as he thought of Jack and Sam. "Stop jumping to conclusions," he told himself. "You don't know why Jack's back or what he wanted to talk to Sam about." He sighed, then turned around.
"Viv!" he called. She said a few more words to Jack, then came over to talk to Martin.
"Good news," she said, smiling. "Jack will be coming back tomorrow."
"You're still supervisor though?" questioned Martin.
"Yeah. He said he didn't want to take that away from me..." She paused. "Find anything?"
"Oh." Martin had completly forgotten his original reason for calling for her. "Gary's been calling the same number at least three times a day, sometimes more. The calls usually last about 30 minutes."
"You're thinking an affair?" Martin nodded.
"Definatly a possibility....especially since he's calling Sandy's sister, Heather."
Just then, Sam and Danny came in. Vivian went off to talk with them. Martin stood up and stretched. He then went to sit down.
"Hey." Martin turned around to see Sam standing by him. "How are you holding up?"
Martin looked at her. "I'm fine...why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you seem kinda out of it today..." she paused, smiling. "...and your shirt buttons are buttoned wrong. Martin looked, and sure enough, he had skipped a button. He sighed and began to redo the buttons. That in itself was a chore for him in his current state of mind. When he realized he'd have to undo his tie to finish the buttons, he felt like screaming. All that time spent trying to tie it, and now he had to do it again. His fingers fumbled and he was about to give up when Sam took pity on him. "Oh hell, I'll do it," she said, shaking her head. Martin stood there, feeling stuipd, as she re-tied his tie.
Danny was standing next to Vivian watching Sam fix Martin's tie. He grinned, then looked at Vivian and said "She oughta just reach up and kiss him. I'm sure he'd respond." She smiled, then went up to Martin.
"Martin, I think you should go home. I don't know what you did this weekend, but you're obviously not going to accomplish much today. Go home, get some sleep, and I'll see if Jack can come in."
Martin opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. He nodded, gathered up his stuff, and left.
When Martin got home, the first thing he did was grab more asprin for his head. Then he changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt, and flopped on the couch. He turned on the TV, closed his eyes, and tried to fall asleep.