Neither one said anything for a couple minutes, until Samantha decided to talk again. "We have about a month to decide," Sam paused, "What to do."
Martin didn't really know what to say except the obvious, "what do you want to do?"
"Honestly, I haven't really thought about it. I'd never really wanted kids," Samantha turned away from Martin and faced the city, "But now that I'm pregnant, maybe."
Martin walked toward the railing and stood next to her.
"Maybe you do want kids?" Samantha turned toward him and opened her mouth to talk, but Martin's phone rung it's piercing ring. Martin smiled an apologetic smile and turned away. "Fitzgerald. Yea. I'm on my way." Martin hung up his cell phone and turned back toward Sam. "That was Jack. They need me there."
"Okay," Samantha said softly as she watched him walk away, "Martin!" Marty spun around, "Yeah?"
"Be careful. I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'll try my best." Martin smiled at her and walked away. Once Martin was walking out of the office, Sam decided to go back to the bullpen.
Sixty-Two Hours Missing
Jack, Vivian, Martin, and Danny ducked around Patrick Jennings' cabin waiting for something to happen. "Maybe this is just another dead end." Danny suggested. But Jack said to keep waiting and then Vivian's cell phone started ringing. "Johnson. Okay. Are you sure? Okay, thanks Sam." Martin perked up at the mention of Samantha's name. Vivian turned toward the group. "Apparently a teacher called in Aurora's disappearance. And Aurora was visiting a school counselor for thoughts of suicide. James Mackenzie may be involved."
Jack sighed, "Okay. We're going in!" Jack and Danny ran through the front door while Vivian and Martin went thought the back. Jack pushed the door in with his foot and Danny ran around ahead of his boss. "Clear!" He yelled fallowed by an echo of Martin's voice also stating that his area was clear. The four agents met up and investigated the cabin's large living room.
"Uh, Jack?" Danny called as he walked toward a lump covered in a blanket.
"What did you find?" Jack said as he walked toward Danny while Viv and Marty kept checking the remainder of the cabin.
"I think I just found Aurora Mackenzie." Danny said as he pulled back the sheet. Sure enough, the corpse of Miss Mackenzie was stiff and cold. Then, as if on cue, James Mackenzie walked though the back door.
"You found her," he said as he turned his head away, "She killed herself." Martin also walked into the room pushing Patrick Jennings. The group was very confused.
"So she killed herself. And you thought to call in a ransom for what, easy money?"
"I was trying to hide in. When Patrick called me and told me what happened, I panicked. So I thought maybe we'd hide her body in the woods to make it look like an accident or something." Jack looked at Patrick, "How did you know that she killed herself. Were you here with her?"
"No! It wasn't anything like that. She called me and said she was in a car accident, and if I could just pick her up. I picked her up on the side of the road. She said she didn't want to go home, and she knew I had a cabin near here that I don't use. She asked if she could just hang out there for the day while she got her head together. Then that night, when I came to get her, the house smelt like gas. I ran into the kitchen looking for her, and the first thing I saw were her legs coming out of the oven. She put her head in the oven and killed herself. I called James I told him. He said he'd take care of it."
Jack couldn't figure out if these guys were stupid or just trying to protect their reputations. "What about the ransom?"
"When you guys got involved, we thought it would be the best thing to do. All we did was have Patrick hire an intern to do it. It was just recycled money." James responded, doing the best he could not to look at the body of his daughter. Danny emerged from the kitchen holding a piece of paper, "I found a suicide note. The worst part is she thought her boyfriend was dead. She felt guilty and could never forgive herself."
"Isn't he alive?" James asked.
"Yes. But in bad shape." Jack responded.
"So my daughter killed herself for nothing! She left this would by her own hands all because her idiot boyfriend didn't wake up right away!"
"Mr. Mackenzie, calm down. There may have been other factors; did you know that your daughter was seeing a school counselor for thoughts of suicide?" Jack asked.
"I just want to go home. Everything in my life is gone, my wife and my daughter. I just want to be alone."
Chapter seven
"Jack, what happened?" Samantha asked as Jack and Vivian walked into the bullpen.
"Suicide. Her father and business partner were trying to cover it up. Martin is driving the father home and Danny is driving Patrick Jennings home. The autopsy confirmed that she put her head in the oven by herself. No signs of bruising or foul play on her body, and she wasn't sedated. Danny also found a suicide note."
"Didn't she have a good life?" Samantha was confused at why the girl would want to kill herself.
"I guess she had all the pieces, but they didn't fit together correctly." Samantha sighed at Jack's response and involuntarily put her hands on her stomach and smiled to herself. 'I'm having a baby.' She thought and walked toward her desk. Jack suspected something was wrong with her but didn't really push it.
"Jack?" Samantha said quickly
"Yea?"
"Can I go home now?"
"I don't see why not. See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight."
Samantha walked into her apartment; she hadn't seen Martin since Aurora had been found, so she didn't know how he was taking the news. It was getting late and she was tired, it had been a long day. Samantha took a quick shower and changed into flannel pajama pants and a tee shirt. She was worried about Martin since he hadn't shown up to her apartment after work. But he could just be working late or didn't want to see her and headed to his own apartment. He had practically moved in with her, but not officially. Sam plugged herself in its charger and placed it next to her bed. Within five minutes, she was out.
An hour later, Samantha was awoken by her cell phone. She reached over and answered it with out even looking at the caller I.D.
"Spade." Sam was still trying to wake up.
"Sam? It's Danny."
"Danny? God, I'm trying to sleep. This better be important. Not like that one time when you called because your fish weren't eating."
"Not this time. There was an accident."
"What? Are you okay? Is everyone okay? Where's Martin?" Her thoughts were going a million miles an hour and she was suddenly wide awake.
"He's at the hospital. He was in a car accident. You need to come down here." While Danny rattled off the room number and hospital, Samantha tried to get her head together.
"Danny?" She said as she grabbed a pair of blue jeans.
"Yeah?"
"I told him about the baby. He knows."
"That's good."
"Yeah. I'll be there in ten minutes."
Exactly eight and a half minutes later, Samantha came running down the hall to meet Danny, who was sitting anxiously in the waiting room.
"Sam!" He said as he stood up.
"What's going on? How is he? I want to see him!" She said as she begun to cry.
"Sam, sit down," Danny guided his friend to a nearby chair, "Calm down. His car was hit by a drunk driver, he's pretty banged up but he'll make it." Samantha felt a weight begun to come off of her chest, but she still felt a pang in her heart. She knew she had to relax; the stress wasn't good for her baby. "I just spoke to the doctor; Martin has two cracked ribs and a slight concussion. He slipped into a coma."
Samantha's eyes widened at the news, "But you said he was okay."
"He's alive, but unconscious. I'll go ask the doctor if you can see him."
"Okay, thanks Danny." Danny walked toward an older man wearing a white coat, presumably the doctor. Sam sat back in the chair trying to wipe the tears out of her eyes, she softly touched her stomach and tried to relax. Samantha watched Danny nod to the doctor and walk toward her, "You can go in, the doctor will show you were."
"Thanks. Did you call Viv or Jack yet?"
"Not yet, I thought I'd call you first."
"Okay, thanks." Samantha followed the man in the white coat who had grey hair and friendly eyes framed by glasses. He didn't say much, which Samantha was grateful for; she wasn't in the mood for small talk.
"Mr. Fitzgerald is right in there. He's unconscious, but I'm sure he can hear you. You can spend as much time with him as you need."
"Thank you, Doctor…"
"Doctor Williams."
"Samantha Spade." Sam said smiling softly as she shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Samantha. I'll probably come back in about an hour to check up on him. But please, take your time."
Chapter Eight
Samantha walked into the dark room; Martin was asleep on the bed. Sam sat down on a chair next to him. He was hooked up to a couple machines and had an I.V. sticking out of his arm and had a bandage on his face and a few bruises to accompany it; he looked so weak, weaker than Samantha had ever seen him before.
"Hey, Martin," Samantha said through tears, "Danny called me. I thought he was calling about his fish again. Someone should really get that man a dog or something." Samantha picked up Martin's hand and held it between her own. "I don't know if you can here me. I hope you can. Today you asked me what I wanted to do about the baby. I want to keep her. I hope you do too. Martin," Samantha begun crying again, "please wake up." Sam kissed his hand and confessed her true feelings, "I love you Martin. Please wake up, I love you."
