Disclaimer: Same from chapter 1.

Author's Note: Finally I got the next chapter up.  I figured I'd continue with the Danny/Sam friendship with this chapter and if things sound a bit confusing, I apologize ahead of time since I really don't know where this story is heading. Again thanks to everyone who reviewed and for your patience!


Chapter 6

The sound of the doorbell woke Danny up. Grumbling, he checked the clock on his nightstand. 7:09. He swore softly under his breath. The doorbell rang again. He looked next to him to see Sam curled against him, her arms around his waist. He moved her arms then slipped quietly out of bed. He jogged to the door hoping it wouldn't ring again and wake Sam up.

Danny opened the door, not all too surprised to see Martin on the other side. "Hey, Fitz."

"Hi, Danny." She shifted on his feet before looking back up, "Can I come in?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea." He said, stepping outside and closing the door behind him. Danny crossed his arms. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you knew where Sam was staying. I need to talk to her and-"

Danny interrupted, "That you do."

Martin stared at him before concluding, "She's here."

He sighed. "Yes, she is…for now."
"I need to talk to her." Martin tried to get past him to the door but Danny blocked his way. "Danny!"

"Martin, you need to understand this from her side. She just came back after five years to find out you're married. This isn't easy for her, you know, to realize she lost the man she loved. You know what she did last night?" Without giving Martin a chance to answer, he continued. "She cried. All night, she cried before she finally fell asleep. That's how painful this is to her."

The man she loved. "Danny, just let me talk to her." By now Martin was begging.

"I don't want you to talk to her if you're just gonna end up hurting her again." Danny told him.

Martin nodded. Danny thought about it then motioned for him to stay put. "Wait here."

Danny went inside but left the door slightly open. Peering inside he saw Sam sitting on the couch sipping a cup of coffee as she read the morning paper. His throat became so tight it became almost difficult to breathe. Martin watched as Danny went to Sam. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before speaking to her.

"Good morning, sunshine."

"HI, Danny. Who's at the door?" Sam asked.

"It's Martin." She looked up at him in surprise before turning her gaze to the door. "He wants to speak with you."

She swallowed. "Okay."

Danny was surprised at her quick reply. "You sure?"

"I'll have to face him sooner or later." She smiled up at him. "Might as well be now while you're around to prevent me from killing him."

"Funny." He gave her another kiss before he went to get Martin." You can see her."

He stepped cautiously inside the apartment. "Thanks, Danny."

"Don't thank me yet." Danny shut the door after him. He turned to Sam. "I'll be in the bathroom. Yell if you need me."
"Okay, Danny."" Sam watched as he walked into a room and closed the door. Then she took a deep breath and turned to look at Martin. The sight of him still melted her heart. Her eyes took in his clean figure, tousled hair and those blue eyes she loved.

"Hey, Sam." He greeted her.

"What do you want, Martin?" Even to her, her voice sounded surprisingly cold. She noticed Martin wince before he sat across from her.

"I-I wanted to explain, uh, this to you." He cleared his throat. "It was about a year after we stopped da- keeping in touch when I met Marisa through a case. After awhile, we started going out. Two years later, we got married and here we are."

Sam got up and stood staring out the window as the tears threatened to fall again. She wrapped her arms around her waist. She could feel Martin's eyes on her as it bore into her soul.

He got up, too, and stood next to her. "Sam, please understand. You left-"

Sam exploded, "I didn't have a choice! You think I left voluntarily!"

Surprised by her anger, he took a step back. "Sam-"

"I didn't want to leave! I didn't want to leave this city, my home! I didn't want to leave you!" She continued yelling.

"How do you think I felt?" Now he was getting angry. "Did you ever know how much I loved you!"

"I loved you, too!" She yelled. She stared at him, her breathing hard. She finally told him but it was too late.

Martin took a deep breath to calm himself. He reached forward to place a hand on her shoulder but Sam shifted out of his reach. Rejected, he took a step back. Sam continued to stare out the window, silent tears falling. Danny came out of the bathroom, smelling fresh from his shower.

He took one look at Sam before saying, "I think you should go, Martin."

Without arguing, he headed for the door. Martin took one last look at Sam with the silent tears before leaving.

Danny sighed. He walked over to Sam, resting a hand on her shoulder. She leaned her head against him.

"You okay?" He asked, running his hand through her hair.

"I'm fine." She wiped the tears away. "I'm such a mess."
"Go shower. Then we'll head out for breakfast at your favorite place."

That brought a smile to Sam's face. "You spoil me."

"It's not everyday I get to." He said, smiling back. "Now go."

"Do you have to go back to work?" Sam asked as she and Danny walked back to the office. She linked her arm through his and walked at a leisurely pace, especially not in the mood to lose her company.

"Yes, I do. Martin will grill my ass if I don't." He told her.

"I doubt he will." She said, grinning.

"Yeah, but still. I should be getting back."

Sam pouted. "Fine."

"You'll be okay on your own, right? You're not going to get mugged, attacked, raped?" Danny teased.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Danny. I'll be fine."

"Okay." He leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Call me if you need anything."

She nodded. She watched as he left her view, heading for the office. What was she going to do now? An idea crossed her mind. It had been awhile since she had gone shopping in New York. Smiling to herself, Sam headed for the nearest store.

As soon as Danny stepped out of the elevator, Martin approached him. He felt awful about the way he left things with Sam this morning.

"Danny." Hearing his name, he stopped and turned around to see Martin. "How's Sam?"

"She'll survive." Danny stated simply.

Martin nodded his head. He really screwed things with her. "Think she'll ever talk to me again?"

Danny thought about it. "Sure. In another year, maybe."

He groaned as Danny just laughed. They headed to the bullpen to start the next case.

Sam walked out of the boutique, carrying yet another bag. How she was going to bring all these clothes back to LA, she wasn't sure. Maybe she'll ask Danny if she could borrow a suitcase.

She checked the time. It was close to 12:30. With nothing on her schedule, she could drop these bags off at her hotel then stop by the office and surprise Danny with lunch. God knew how much that man could eat. Sam turned and walked to the subway station.

"Got anything?" Martin asked his team for probably the fifth time that hour.

"Martin, if we have anything, you'll be the first to know." Trevor mumbled from his desk. Danny bit back a chuckle as Martin glared at him.

Their recent case, an ambassador's missing daughter, was putting high pressure on them and the people upstairs. So far they came up with nothing.

Suddenly Danny had an idea. "Hey, Martin, how about we get another person on the case?"

"Who do you suggest?"

He was going to enjoy seeing Martin's reaction to this. "Samantha."

She was halfway to the office when her phone rang. Checking the caller ID, it was Danny.

"Spade."

"Sam, want a job?" He greeted.

"And here I was about to surprise you with lunch." She laughed.

"We got a high-profile case and could use your help on it." He explained.

Sam was silent. "Was this Martin's idea?"

There was a slight pause before he answered, "Mine."

She sighed. It was the least she could do for Danny. "Okay. Expect me in 5 minutes."

"Great. I'll tell Martin. And don't forget my lunch." Danny reminded.

Sam smiled but it quickly turned into a frown. How was she going to handle working with Martin again?