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Author's Note: So, here's the second part. I'll try and finish it up later and post it before tomorrow.

Martin waited patiently as Sam struggled to open the door, holding her bags at the same time. He had offered to get it for her but she refused her stubborn side showing. Checking his watch, he realized that they've been standing outside her apartment for a good five minutes. Grabbing her key, he opened the door within seconds.

"I would've opened it, you know." Sam told him, making her way inside. She placed her bags on the couch then headed into the bedroom to change.

"Yeah, I know but at the rate you were going, we would be out there for another hour." Martin joked. "You should've put your bags down first."

"Couldn't." Sam's voice echoed from the bedroom. She came out in sweats and her hair tied up in a ponytail. She also had wrapping paper with her.

"And why not?"

She passed by him on the way to the kitchen and paused to briefly kiss him. "Can't risk you peeking for your present."

Martin chuckled. She grabbed scissors and tape along with a soda and plopped down in front of the Christmas tree and began wrapping presents. Martin leaned against the counter and just watched her warp and hum Christmas tunes. This was definitely a different Sam than the one he first met when he began working with the Missing Person Unit. She was more carefree and opened herself up a bit more than before. And she was happy. Just for that, Martin was glad because she really deserved to be after what she'd been through.

Feeling his gaze, Sam looked up. He smiled at her and she looked down, blushing.

"You should do that more often." Martin commented.

"Do what?" She asked, keeping her gaze down and her focus on wrapping.

"Blush. It makes you look cute." He walked over to her. By now, her face was burning and probably very red.

Finally, she looked up into his face. "Want to help? I've only got a few more-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Martin interrupted, holding his hand up, "a few more?"

"Yeah. A few more." She looked at him quizzically. "Why?"

He pointed to her bags. "Then what's with all that?"

"My stuff. A lot of them were on sale." He gaped at her, not saying anything. "A girl's gotta shop, Martin."

Martin just shook his head. "Okay, Sam."

"Why don't you go out or something?" Sam suggested a few minutes later.

"Nah. I think I'll stay here."

"Okay." She got off the ground and stretched. "Can you cook dinner?"

"Sure. What do you want?"

"Anything's fine."

Martin headed into the kitchen and got out the ingredients to make pasta. As he waited for the pasta to cook, he checked on Sam. She was lying on the couch, hugging a pillow tightly to herself. He headed over to her and sat in the chair opposite of her.

"Is the food done?" She mumbled.

"Not yet." He told her.

She stared at him. "What did I do to deserve you?" she whispered.

He smiled back at her, making her insides feel warm and fuzzy. "I don't know." Martin stood up, getting a blanket and
draped it over her. He kissed the top of her head. "Take a nap. I'll wake you when the food's done."

As he walked by, Sam grabbed his hand. He looked down at her. "Thank you."

A warm smiled spread over his face. Martin kissed her fingers. "You're welcome, Sam."