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A/N: Thanks to those who've reviewed :D You guys are awesome! I think this fic may end up longer than I thought it was going to be…

I'm sorry if Sam's sister already has a name (well obviously she does, but you know what I mean) but I don't think she does… at least I don't know it… so I had to make it up.

I think I ruined the fic with this chapter:S

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it… not a sausage… zilch!

Thanks to: Beci for lending me 'spud' :D

The sun was so bright that Samantha found herself having to shield her eyes with one hand as she walked quickly into the office. Hasn't anyone heard of pulling the blinds? Usually, she'd arrive at work, and everyone would be crowded around, busily talking, or they'd be out at a crime scene or whatever, which was where she'd have to meet them. Today was different. Apart from Martin, who was just behind her, Samantha didn't see anyone really… and the whole place was quiet, so much so that she could hear the slight whirring of the copy machine.

"Seems sort of quiet… wonder what's going on," Sam observed, nodding towards the woman at reception.

"SURPRISE!"

Even though he knew it was coming, Martin still jumped, dropping his keys as Danny, Viv and Jack all popped out from inside, or rather Danny popped out and Jack and Viv half heartedly stepped out. Sam grinned.

"Oh very funny… so what's going on? Where do we..."

"Nothing," Danny interrupted, "As long as nobody in New York goes missing for the next 5 hours or so, it's party time!"

Sam shook her head, "You guys are mad,"

Jack stepped forward, a smile spread across his usually dim looking face. He was holding a pile of presents, all carefully wrapped. Handing them over to her, he kissed her cheek, "Happy Birthday,"

"We're not going anywhere special… just staying here. But we do have some more surprises for you!" Danny looked like he was more excited than Sam was.

"You knew about this, didn't you?" Samantha laughed, sipping her drink

"Maybe… you mean you're not having fun?"

She shook her head, holding Martin's hand under the table, and hoping nobody could see which as far as she could tell, they couldn't. It was a bit strange that here she was at her party, and she was sitting down, while Danny, Viv and some of the other people from the offices were doing the conga. Okay, that's weird, she thought. But it didn't matter to her; she was happy right where she was.

"It's perfect thanks," Smiling, she finished up her drink.

"Sam!" Danny came over, breaking the conga line, "Your surprise is here!"

Quickly letting go of Martin's hand, she stood up, "As if I haven't had enough surprises for one day!"

Laughing, Martin covered her eyes gently with both hands, whilst Danny led her towards the door way, in which was standing a blonde woman. The two guys looked at each other, smiling. She's not going to believe her eyes, Martin decided, Can't wait to see the look on her face.

The woman was dressed in a black top with dark jeans, and a black jacket thrown over the top. Her features, which were soft, and slightly tanned, reminded Martin of Sam's, except that this girl had green eyes, and less freckles than Samantha. Definitely looked like Sam though, the hair was a give away, a golden shade just like the blonde agent's. It wasn't like they could be twins or anything… but there was a resemblance.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now," Martin removed his hands from her face.

"Than…" She paused, her eyes widening, "No way… can't be…"

The woman grinned, "Hey Spud!"

Samantha flung her arms round her, tears running down her face, "Beech, what are you doing here!"

"A little birdie told me it was your birthday… God, I haven't been called Beech for donkey's years! Hey, hey, no tearies allowed!"

"Happy tearies!" Sam exclaimed.

Samantha stepped back, rubbing her face on the back of her hand, still looking at her older sister like she couldn't believe her eyes. They hadn't seen each other for so long, she was surprised she even recognised her. It wasn't until she'd blinked a good 20 times that she noticed the small girl hiding a few paces behind Breanna, blonde hair over her face.

"And who's this?" She knelt down, looking at the little girl, and then looking up at Breanna.

"Oh, this is Ava, my daughter. I left Harry back home… a bit far for him to travel at his age," Ava slowly walked forward towards her mom.

Martin looked down at Sam, admiring the way her eyes lit up when she saw the little girl. One day, he hoped they could have a daughter as beautiful, but he knew that day was far away if it ever came at all. Sighing, he turned back to Danny, who was still talking non-stop about the baseball game he'd been watching.

"She's beautiful," Turning to Ava, she smiled, "How old are you sweetie?"

"Four and a half," The girl looked shy, but spoke with a strong Australian accent; much like the one her mother seemed to have picked up.

Samantha stood up again, watching as Breanna swept her daughter up into her arms, both of them laughing. It was so cute; she couldn't help but wear a smile stretching almost from ear to ear.

"So you guys moved to Australia then?" It was so weird, but in a good way, speaking to each other after so many years.

"Yeah I know! I was like 'Feey Wa-Wa!'" Breanna couldn't stop laughing, and neither could her sister.

"Stupid flight attendants!" In hysterics, she'd completely forgotten about Ava asleep on her lap, who was now stirring, "Did you work out what it was?"

Breanna nodded, still laughing, "Fizzy water!"

Not wanting to interrupt the sisters, Martin stood waiting for them to pause for a moment so he could talk, but he'd already been waiting for about 3 minutes, and decided there wasn't much point in waiting any longer.

"Breanna…" He started, but was interrupted.

"Call me Bree, everyone else does," She grinned, "Yes?"

Martin nodded, "Bree, there's a phone call for you… Clarke is it?"

"Oh right, thanks honey," Bree stood up, looking at Samantha, "You alright to hold on to Ava for me?"

Sam nodded, and Bree left towards the phone. Carefully, as not to wake Ava, Martin sat down next to Samantha. Before he could say a word, she leant into him, her mouth up to his ear.

"I love you Marty," She whispered.

"I love you too,"

A/N: Was that awful? And should I finish it here or do one more chapter:S