A/n; Sorry for the lateness of this chapter, I edited it quite a bit and yeah, so read and reviews appreciated…I also apologise if some bits are not spelt right etc, I am very tired, I've read over it a few times, but I always miss things, however I felt obligated to post tonight rather than tomorrow, since I promised it would be here a few days ago.

Chapter 4 – Fix You

He wondered what she was doing as he shifted in his black leather seat, he was still in the office; he couldn't face going home to an empty apartment. He hated to be reminded of his family failure. He sighed and looked at the clock and then felt his eyes no longer able to resist the overwhelming urge to close…

However he was not asleep, instead he merely sat there listening to silence, thinking about her. She was probably with him. Martin was a good guy, although Jack felt less inclined to believe it now he had the one thing Jack Malone wanted. He took a deep breath and stretched, no lights were on in the bullpen but he could imagine her there working, then every now and again stealing a glance in Martin direction, that used to be him on the receiving end of the glance, he wished it still was. He'd give anything to see her eyes light up in his presence, sometimes he thought he saw it happen, but he put it down to him being far to hopeful. He wondered if he came up with some excuse to drop by her apartment if she would turn him away, however he had been too bruised in love to give that one a try. He wondered if he had Martin transferred if things would be all better, of course that was merely a thought, he wouldn't dare she get wise to that far to quickly, and Martin was good at his job, despite his other feelings towards him right now, he could not deny that.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep with the amusing image of pelting Martin with tomato's he heard a loud crashing noise, a light was switched on in the bullpen and quickly invaded the protective cover of his eyelids, leaving him momentarily stunned as he opened his eyes. What on earth was going on? He stood up, although barely aware of how he found the energy to do such a thing, it was almost 3 in the morning who else would be here? Especially since he knew that no other teams were working on this floor tonight.

He reached for his gun, maybe he was just far to paranoid, but he wasn't going to walk out of here without it. He slipped in his pocket, feeling comfort in the deadly weapon, as he wrapped his fingers around it keeping that hand in his pocket he marched outside his office, hesitated and rubbed his eyes with his free hand, it just occurred to him he could be dreaming. Nope, that hurt and was going to leave a bruise; he had pinched himself quite brutally.

He heard a sniffling noise, as if someone was crying or had been, it was then he noticed that the light on in the bullpen was hers, surely he was dreaming...He took his hand from his pocket, and edged closer, a lump caught in his throat, although he somehow managed to speak. "Sam…is that you?" Sniff. Followed by another one, and then a slight rummaging sound was heard and then her voice, he sighed in relief. Although that sigh was caught when he saw the look on her face.

"Sam, what happened? What are you doing here, its like nearly 3 in the morning, you should be at home." She looked at him, her eyes a little bit red and puffy, she looked exhausted, and although he had a feeling he looked equally as tired.

He considered placing a hand on her shoulder, it hovered in the air for a second before he thought better of such a gesture, he didn't want to scare her off. He almost laughed at his own thought, before he knew about Martin he wouldn't have hesitated to do such a thing, but now he was wearier, more afraid he had pushed her too far away already.

The white tissue in her hand was crumpling easily under the pressure of her tears as she rubbed it furiously against her face, then her nose, before tossing it aside. She looked down. Obviously she wished not to be seen, she hadn't said anything else yet. "Want to talk about it?" he questioned, he moved a little closer to her, afraid though that she may turn round and snap at him when all he wanted was to help.

-/

She couldn't believe Martin. What was he playing at dumping her? She was furious and upset. He'd given his reason, and she couldn't deny what he was saying wasn't untrue, but yet she was still hurt by his actions. Her emotions were beyond her control and half of them she could not understand, she should be feeling relief, but she wasn't.

Samantha Spade had been alone for so long after Jack had broken of the affair, she'd found in Martin so much comfort she never knew she was seeking and now she had nothing, no one to tell her everything was going to work out fine and she learnt to lean on that a lot recently. She didn't trust she would find a way to work everything out herself, look at the damage she'd caused already. She thought that deep down inside it was really just her pride that was bruised in being the one who got dumped and she was probably right, but sometimes you just needed to cry...

She hadn't really thought about where she was going as she stormed into the offices, in fact she barely had conscious thought that she was here, her body had just carried her here, it was a good job they remained open 24/7 since you could never pick when a person decided to disappear; so she could always come here. She heard footsteps at she slid into the comfy seat at her desk and reached for the nearest tissue box, but she'd thought nothing off it to wrapped in her emotions to care. She knew people were still around at this hour of the morning. But when she heard his voice, she froze and looked up, there he was hovering over her looking a little tired himself, yet the concern he felt clearly shined through.

She didn't know if she was surprised that he was here or not, after his divorce he'd been spending a lot more time here. Her stomach twisted a little, this was ridiculous, she'd wanted to explain to Martin for ages, that maybe they weren't in it for the same reasons, she couldn't understand why she was so worked up. "It's silly." She brushed off her own actions as she tossed the dirty tissue aside and reached for another, aware the whole time Jack was following her with that intense gaze of his. She wasn't one to cry and he probably knew that, but she just couldn't hold back, she wanted to tell him everything, because Jack was always the one that made her want to bare her soul but at the same time she didn't want to impose her problems on him, especially relationship problems.

Well I know Samantha Spade wouldn't cry over something silly. Came his response, she merely shrugged as she rubbed the other tissue on her nose, for the first time since she had arrived, she looked up and held his gaze for more than what was deemed appropriate; but she didn't care. She'd forgotten just how his eyes could sooth her pain, she could almost drown in them…she felt slightly embarrassed at her own actions as Jack was the one to look away, she couldn't she needed to heal her soul, her pain and it had to be him to do it. They hadn't shared such an undisturbed glance like that for a long time…

You know you can tell me anything. His voice cut voice cut through her thoughts and she sighed her eyes were stingy with tears and her vision had become a little blurry but she hastily brushed the fresh tears away.

For a moment they just sat there, listening to silence of the room invade their own personal thoughts, she wanted to let down her shield that she kept so protectively around her and tell him what was going on. She never normally hesitated to share her feelings with Jack, just because she knew he would never judge her and that's what she loved about him, he was willingly to understand the choices she made and why she made them, accept her for who she was. She knew for reasons however she was reluctant to discuss her relationship with Martin to him, but unconscious thought would not let her escape without telling him, and the words fell free. "Martin and I broke up…" She watched his face twitch indifferently as if he didn't know how to respond.

-/

As she said those words Jack Malone would have broken into a smile, knowing she was a single agent (no pun intended) had it not been for the state she was in, she clearly wasn't happy with this outcome. He couldn't tell from the state she was in, that it was unlikely to be her who broke it off. He was resisting the strong urge to ask her why the relationship had broken down; he knew that she would tell him if she felt ready too.

His heart cracked a little, obviously her heart had moved on and was no longer with him. He felt a surge of anger towards Martin, but then he could not blame him for leading a beautiful woman on and then bluntly pushing her away, he'd done the same thing with Samantha himself, and to this day still regretted it.

Instinctively he reached out, catching her hand before she could rub her face anymore, her skin was warm against his and he could feel her hand was shaking with grief but she didn't attempt to pull out of his grip. "Sam, Don't blame yourself for this…" he paused, as he raised his free hand to her face despite knowing it was very unprofessional of him, he could not bear to see tears staining her face, and was going to take the risk, if she pushed him away she would; he quickly ran a thumb over the tears that remained extinguishing them. He noticed how her eyes closed softly when his thumb brushed across her face, and her lips let out a soft sigh, he resisted the strong urge to lean forward and capture her ruby red lips with his own in that moment, she looked so beautiful. As he pulled his hand away from her face, her eyes opened and he almost thought he saw her frown, behind the now pink shade that tinted her cheeks. "No more tears…" he said softly, as he found himself lost in those chocolate eyes of hers once again. He hated to see her cry, he felt slight relief seeing no more tears upon her face; a small weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"I don't know what happened, but I know you will find someone, someone better for you than Martin. You deserve to be with someone who really loves you, if he didn't love you it's probably for the best." Her expression softened a little and she managed a half smile in his direction. "Would you really want to spend your life with somebody who you knew didn't love you?" He questioned, he didn't know if she would answer or not, but he only hoped that she would choose to spend her life with someone she loved even if she had to wait for it, he knew what a life alongside someone you didn't love led you to be, he'd become that. He tried so hard with Maria; he had loved her once, but ever since his encounter with Samantha, could not bring himself to love his wife in the same way, and slowly in anyway at all. He felt guilty for it, but he couldn't deny that the love wasn't there and neither could she, they'd both tried to fix it, but in the end he had to accept he had failed with Maria, he couldn't fail again and for that reason he was too afraid to tell Sam how he felt, unless she was the one to tell him first that she felt the same way…But that he assumed was just him being over hopeful.

-/

As he caught her hand in mid-motion she was very conscious of his skin touching hers, very aware that she desired more, but was to afraid to tell him that. She froze as he reached towards her, but as his thumb brushed her face, she couldn't help but relish in the soft sensation washing through her. She felt a slight embarrassment at her own actions, she was consciously aware of the fact, that she had just broken up with Martin and here she was sharing an intimate moment with Jack. She wanted to stay by him all night, just his presence put her at ease, she was grateful he had been here for her to talk too, despite the fact it concerned her he was still here at such an hour. She knew the divorce had been rough on Jack, they all knew it had been and that was the reason why he kept spending more time here on some crusade to fix other peoples life and find everyone if he couldn't fix his own.

She took a moment considering how she was to answer his question, she already knew the answer, she had been forcing Martin to life such a life and she instantly felt guilty for it. She would have to apologise for him, she hated herself for leading him on, he deserved someone far better than her, she only hoped her could forgive her. However much she wanted to say something the words would not roll off her tongue, she was far to aware of Jacks touch, it was a mental block to her thoughts.

After several seconds, or minutes she couldn't tell, neither had spoken he slowly released her hand and she let it fall to the desk gently, before finally finding the ability to speak. "I wouldn't wish that upon anyone…"

A feeling of relief washed over her, and she was finally able to process all the scenarios of the past day properly in her head. She would never regret any of her choices (although she sometimes felt like it) it was all part of the learning process of life. At last she felt in control of her emotions, her mind and body, she had had her moment of weakness and she felt strong enough to fight for what she wanted again…

She felt the urge to break the silence that had fallen upon them once more, with a slightly lighter tone, as she stood up and reached for her coat, which she had tossed on the back of her seat upon arrival. "By the way Jack, if you tell anyone I cried over something like this, I will make you live to regret it!" She smiled and raised a playful eyebrow in his direction, to let him know he had made her feel a lot better.

Your secrets safe with me, lets just be thankful Danny wasn't here when you burst in, or half the world might know by tomorrow!

She returned his grin, they both knew Danny meant well, but he never could resist the urge to talk to someone else, especially when he'd be told to keep it a secret – he was like a big kid.

"Are you going home?" she questioned as she slipped her coat on and pushed her chair back in, pushing a few more dirty tissues into the trashcan below. She didn't want to push the matter too much, simply because she knew it was a painful subject for Jack to go home to an empty house. She watched him closely, it seemed to her as if he was making a huge decision as he stood there his eyes wondering about the office, as if he was comparing it to his own home, after several seconds he spoke.

Guess…I should go home…I need to sleep in a proper bed, my chairs not as comfortable as it looks…I'll walk you out.

She smiled slightly at the frown across his face, as he spoke quite seriously about the chair at his desk. Whether he had decided to go home because he really was seeking the comfort of a real bed, or because he didn't want to worry her, or for some other unknown reason, she didn't care, she was just happy he was going home to get some real rest. She hated to come in, the next morning knowing he had not slept a all the night before, the dark bags under his eyes were getting heavier by the day.

"I don't know about you, but I hope no one goes missing tomorrow, because I would really like some more sleep, otherwise I'm going to be running on pure caffeine tomorrow." She spoke as they moved towards the lift, taking comfort in each others presence, as nonsense chit chat kept them company before they parted for what they both hoped was to be a good nights sleep, or what was left of it anyway…

-/

It had been a long day, neither Sam nor Jacks wishes had been granted of another New Yorker not disappearing of the face of the earth, so they could indulge in some well needed rest, Instead Jack Malone was once again finishing up by resting in his office shuffling through unknown amounts of paperwork when he heard a soft knock at his door. He looked up to see Samantha hovering in his doorway and waved her in, "Hey." He said.

Hey. Before you say anything Jack, I just wanted to say, 'thank you' for last night, I realise I didn't say it last night, but the things you said really made some things clear to me.

"I'm always here if you need me." He said, he watched as she took a seat in front of his desk on one of the leather chairs. She crossed her legs and then looked up at him meeting his gaze across the table, her eyes were warm and inviting. He couldn't help but broaden his smile, he was glad to see Samantha back on track, he hated seeing her like that last night, and it had only made him think of the pain he might have caused her in the past.

Truth be told and I know you must be curious, its only human nature, Martin broke up with me….

He was glad she was talking to him, there was a time they used to tell each other everything and anything, but that time had drifted when he'd ended things, they still talked but not in the same depth, even if she wasn't ready to be with him, or could never forgive him. Just being able to really talk to her was a start. Maybe he didn't understand why Sam was suddenly feeling so open towards him, but he wasn't about to ask her why, he was far to happy that she wanted to share personal things with him. Because that meant she trusted him.

Because there's someone else that I love…

He'd looked down only seconds ago to read something on the page in front of him, but that had somehow blurred as she had spoken and his head jerked up to meet her gaze with a questioning glance. "Really, this person that you love, are you planning on doing anything about it?" His heart was a flutter as he could only hope it was himself she was referring too, but he didn't want to raise his hopes up to high. However besides him he didn't recall her ever speaking of being in love with anyone else and since there break up he didn't think she been with anyone else seriously besides Martin.

Oh yes, I plan on doing something about it…

A/n; This story isn't amazing, but well it's done now. I like the little cliff hanger at the end, leaves it to your own imagination :-p! lol! Anyways mmm I don't know if I'm like on track with how the characters would act, but I did my best, reviews are really appreciated, especially since I really struggled to write the conversation between Sam and Jack, when Sam was upset over Martin…It was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, anyway yeah review. I hope to write another story soon ;) and I would like to say thank you for all the supportive reviews I've received so far, it makes it all worth it :D!