Martin walked into the FBI bullpen with dark rings under his sullen eyes. He had gotten no sleep the previous night due to the heartbreaking scene that kept replaying in his head. He quickly hung his coat on the back of his chair and darted to the break room for some much needed coffee.

It was only 6:00am. Work didn't start until 8, but since he couldn't sleep, he figured he would come into work and do something productive like paperwork. It beat sitting at his apartment doing nothing but wallowing in self-pity.

Seeing as he was the first agent to arrive at to work, the coffee pot was empty. Frustrated, he quickly prepared a pot. As he was waiting, it suddenly hit him. How was he supposed to act around Samantha? How could he act normally around her when it pained him just to even think of her?

Sigh. "This is going to be a long day." The coffee was finally done and he went back to his desk and started on his paperwork.

When 7am came, Jack strolled into the bullpen and was definitely shocked to see Martin there. Jack was usually the first one to show for work.

"Hey Martin. Kind of early today, aren't we?"

"Yeah. Couldn't sleep. Figured I'd get some work done." Martin put on a small fake smile as he replied. He didn't really know what to say to the man that was stealing the heart of the one he loved.

"Right. Everything okay?" Jack asked with sincere concern in his voice. Other than his family, Danny, Vivian, Martin, and Samantha were the ones he cared about the most. The unit was like a family. They all took care of each other. And right now, Martin looked distraught.

"Yeah." Martin knew that Jack didn't believe him, but was glad that he dropped the subject and left for his office with a nod.

Jack started briefing them on a missing person after they all arrived. Throughout the briefing, Martin kept stealing glances at Samantha. One time, their eyes caught for two brief seconds, and the sadness in both their eyes were apparent. Jack split the team up and paired Martin and Samantha up to talk to the missing person's family.

The elevator ride down to the parking lot was hell. They were standing on opposite sides of the elevator. And the silence between them was deafening. They had no idea what to say to each other. They each had their hands in their respective coat pockets and Martin was rocking back and forth on the ball of his feet while Samantha leaned back against the wall. Both were staring at the floor and occasionally stole sideway glances at each other. When the elevator bell chimed and the doors opened to the parking lot, both sighed out a long and loud breath. A breath that neither realized they were holding in.

Sorry for the really long wait, school's been hell. And yea, I know this chapter wasn't that productive, but oh well, it's just what I ended up writing. /