Chapter Five: Overdue
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the F.B.I, I just dream about them but the plot is mine, my own, my preciousssssssssssss.
A/N:- Ooooh, we come at last to the last chapter. Thanks to all those who have reviewed along the way. I have a lot of new plot ideas to muse about, but I'm pretty sure which one I'm gonna follow up so look out for a new story soon.
Dedicated to:
Alli, Without A Trace Freak, Nath, Raspberry Muffin, NightMage, Spooky Bibi, EquestrianBabe, Ariel3JLP, Raven001
Jack walked into the conference room where Vivian and Danny sat running through the plan for the rescue. "Everything ready?" he asked.
Vivian nodded. "I just briefed S.W.A.T on the details of the house and the hostage-takers. They're gonna position themselves three on one and try and remain unseen. As soon as they have Rob and Henry in range, Danny and I'll break in as they fire. We'll deal with Charles – unless of course he's in the room with Martin as well. We're going for secrecy rather than force with this one. The ambulance service has been informed as well. They've got a bed saved at the hospital."
"Okay, good. Time to get ready guys. I want you to check and double-check that your guns are loaded, you know what kind of person we're dealing with." Jack ordered as Danny and Vivian pulled on their F.B.I jackets. "I'm just going to let Sam know we're going."
Jack walked over to the office and found her fast asleep at Martin's desk. Jack smiled to himself. She seemed so peaceful and at rest now, he didn't want to wake her. He had to admit when he had first entertained the thought of Sam and Martin being a couple, he had felt protective and jealous but now, after all he'd gone through to save her, he just wanted them to be happy together. Yes, what Martin had done was foolish and stupid but at the same time very noble, brave and heroic.
He walked over to Sam and touched her gently on the shoulder. "Sam, Sam, wake up."
Samantha jumped in her chair and with her unhurt arm she gripped Jack's wrist, nervous at being touched.
"Sorry." she said, when she saw it was Jack. "I'm just a bit jumpy."
"Sam, it's 11 o'clock now and we're going to go now. I'll phone you as soon as anything happens."
Sam stood up. "I'm coming with you." she stated, grabbing her F.B.I jacket and her I.D. She felt lost without her gun.
"No Sam, I don't think it's a good idea. You're hurt and you're too personally involved with this case …." Jack started.
"Goddamit Jack, we're all personally involved with this case – he's our friend. I won't do anything stupid, I'll just be an observer." she insisted. "Come on, we need to get going." she ordered, walking out of the room.
Jack stood there for a moment. Her short sleep had obviously restored Sam to her former self. She was motivated and stubborn and Jack knew there was no arguing with her.
It was 11:50 and they had the house surrounded. Samantha sat with Jack a little way away, watching everyone's every move. "Team One Check." Jack said into his headset.
"Target in sight, range is good, green. Hostage lying on floor in between men." came the reply.
"Team Two Check."
"Aim is clear, target stationary, green. No sign of a third captor."
"Okay, good. Danny, Vivian, you ready?" Jack asked.
Danny and Vivian looked at each other. This could be the most important manoeuvre of their careers. Get this wrong and Martin would be in grave danger. Danny gave a slight nod to Vivian. "Okay Jack."
"On the count of one …. two …. three …."
The S.W.A.T team fired, Danny and Vivian kicked open the door. Vivian searched the ground floor whilst Danny covered her. No sign. They climbed up the stairs and saw Slater running up the second flight of stairs to get to Martin.
"F.B.I. FREEZE. Drop your weapons." Vivian shouted.
The suspect carried on running and Danny launched himself on him, rugby tackling him to the ground. "You're under arrest. You're not required to say anything but whatever you do say……"
"Okay, targets down." came a shout from the S.W.A.T team. Vivian climbed upstairs, whilst Danny was handcuffing the suspect.
Henry and Rob lay on the ground, dead, both shot in the back. Martin was lying near them, his leg soaked in a puddle of blood. He was pale and on the edge of unconsciousness but his eyes moved in recognition of Vivian. She bent down and removed the tape. He took in some deep breaths.
As soon as Danny brought down the suspect to the police car, Sam ran towards the house. Jack tried to stop her but she pushed him off. Her back was giving her agony and her arm in the sling was aching but somehow she found the strength to make her way up all those steps.
She walked into the room and gave a gasp and the sight of the blood and ran over to Martin where Vivian had just finished untying him before leaving them together.
Martin looked turned to look at Sam. "Hey." he said, giving her a faint smile. "You're hurt." he said, touching her broken arm. "They said you were dead ….. when you fell."
"No, no I'm fine." she said, cupping Martin's face. "God I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault." she said, bursting into tears. "I was so stupid I …."
"Hey. It's not your fault Sam. Sam, I …. everything's blurry…. I .."
The paramedics came running up the stairs and took one look at Martin. "Quick, he's lost consciousness, we need to get him to hospital." one of them cried.
"Martin! Martin! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't let him go. Martin!" Sam shouted hysterically.
Danny restrained her and after awhile Sam relaxed and Danny cuddled her. "Shhh, shhhh. He's going to be okay, they're looking after him, he's going to be fine." he soothed like he was talking to a young child.
"So, what do you reckon's going to happen with those two?" Vivian asked, walking up to Danny and Jack, handing them a cup of coffee each as they stood by a window, looking into the room through the blinds. Martin was asleep on the hospital bed, connected to several drips and his leg was propped up. Samantha sat in a chair by his side, her head resting on the bed where she'd fallen asleep.
"Well, they're both going to have to take quite a bit of timeout and when they come back, they'll be stuck in the office for a lot of time with Martin contemplating all possible meanings of 'brave but stupid.'" Jack sighed. He hated the thought of having to work with two temps whilst his two best Agents were stuck with paperwork.
"Gees, that's a lot of time stuck in the same room alone." Danny grinned.
"Yeah, they're cute together." Vivian sighed. "What's the F.B.I's policy on Agents dating Jack?"
"I think this time I may just turn a blind eye." he smiled.
Martin opened his eyes and turned in bed, waking Sam up. "Hey, still here?" he asked.
"Yeah." she smiled then her face grew serious. "Martin, thank you for doing what you did to get me out of there." she said.
"It's okay."
"I'm so stupid …. I can't believe-"
"Shhh." Martin said, reaching up and placing his fingers against her lips. He tucked her golden hair behind her ear and rubbed his thumb against her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "Guess we're going to have a lot of free time on our hands." he said.
"Yeah," sighed Sam, looking at Martin. "When you get out of here, will you let me cook you dinner sometime? I'm not a great cook but I can do pasta and-"
Martin smiled. "I don't think you're going to be cooking anytime soon with that plaster cast. How about we order in a pizza and open a bottle of wine?"
"Sounds … romantic." she said quietly, a smile playing on her lips as she reached down and brushed her lips against Martin's.
A/N:- The end …………… I was going to have more fluff at the end and have a group scene round the bed but I thought it was sweet to end it there so I'm saving the fluff for later fics. Thanks for the great response to this story, I love reading and laughing at all your reviews. Til the next fic – Toodles.
