Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the tv show "Without a Trace." Trust me, if I did everyone would know because it would be all about Samantha and Martin and they would NOT have broken up.

A/N: Okay, I'm writing this at 12:30 AM because I have camp tomorrow and can't sleep. I'm 100 positive that I am going to regret spending this time writing instead of sleeping but at the moment I don't particularly care. Thanks for the reviews, they mean a lot to me!

Chapter Two: A Secret Revealed

"Shelley, what are you doing here?" Martin asked as he finally stepped away from her although the tears were still spilling out of her eyes. She shook her head causing the magnificent mane of red curls to reflect the office light as the rest of the team stood awestruck around the two. Vivian was staring at Samantha, expecting some sort of rash and angry reaction but was disappointed when all Sam could do was watch as fiery jealousy filled her insides. Jack winced also expecting an outburst from Sam but he quickly exchanged his expression for one of confusion as Viv had. Danny alone seemed completely dumbfounded as he stood staring at Martin and Shelley with his mouth hanging wide open.

"The wedding, it's off," she explained although she stumbled over the words as she tried to choke back her sobs.

"What? Why?" Martin looked truly concerned but all Samantha saw was the way his hands lingered on her upper arms, moving soothingly up and down as Shelley's torso shook.

"I…caught…I caught Andrew in bed…" she started, the tears overpowering her again. Martin pulled her into his chest and allowed the tears to stream off of her cheeks and onto his shirt, smearing it with mascara. He looked over the top of her head to the others apologetically.

"I'm so sorry. I would have never expected something like that from Andrew. He seemed like such a great guy."

"That's not the worst of it either," she continued pulling out of Martin's embrace and looking up into his eyes which were now focused on her again. "It was Charlotte." Martin's eyes were huge as she nodded somberly and quietly sniffling and wiping her cheeks.

"Charlotte Avery? Maid of honor Charlotte Avery?" He looked completely astonished and even Vivian looked intrigued by the story now. It was like her own private in-office soap opera. "Come on, let's get you a cup of coffee," he said and draped his arm across her shoulders and led her to the break room. Danny's eyes followed them as did Samantha's. She stopped abruptly though as she noticed that Jack and Viv were both eyeing her cautiously.

"Who was that?" Danny finally blurted out as he too turned his gaze upon the blonde. He had finally managed to shut his mouth but his eyes constantly darted to the break room door as if expecting an explosion of some sort.

"How should I know?" Sam retorted defiantly and moved back towards her desk, kicking the dropped handbag as she went. She moodily shuffled some papers on her desk as she tried to ignore the pangs of jealousy that were stabbing her heart.

But she couldn't help but think about this woman's perfect timing. The day after Martin had broken up with her a beautiful woman from Martin's past that she had never heard of comes bounding through the doors.

As the minutes went by, Samantha tried harder and harder to push thoughts of Martin out of her mind but it felt as if the harder she tried the longer they seemed to linger. She began to feel tears stinging the corner of her eyes and not wanting the others to see her crying she excused herself to the bathroom. She tried not to hurry and on her way she instinctively glanced into the break room as she always did.

The image she saw then would haunt her for nights to come and without realizing it she had stopped dead in her tracks. She stared for longer than she cared to admit and only realized it when Martin looked up and made eye-contact with her.

Martin's arms were wrapped firmly around Shelley's shoulders as she grasped firmly onto his arms. She seemed to be holding on for dear life for it looked as if her legs were about to give way. She was still crying although not as violently as she had been and Martin's head was resting on top of her curls. Every once in a while he would softly kiss the top of her hair before resting his chin on her again.

If he was shocked to see Samantha standing in the middle of the hall staring at them, he certainly didn't show it. He didn't look away until she walked out of his line of vision, but instead held her eyes for a moment. He, like so many times before, could not tell what she was thinking simply from staring into her eyes. There was always a moment when whatever she felt was clear as glass but she put the wall up immediately, shutting him out once again.

They looked at each other for what felt like ages but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds before she stalked off, the sound of her heels echoing softly around the room and finally fading away. He wanted more than anything to go after her, to tell her he was sorry and pull her into his arms but he remained where he knew he was wanted, firmly planted with Shelley simpering into his chest.

As Martin stood there, he couldn't help but think about the only time Samantha had clutched to Martin like Shelley was and allowed him to console her. It was four in the morning and she had woken up crying. She shook Martin awake and wrapped her arms around his middle and began weeping, although he didn't realize it until he felt her tears on his skin. She cried for almost an hour and let him whisper into her ear before she finally fell asleep in his arms.

He was caught up in this memory, but was finally shaken back to reality by Shelley's still trembling voice.

"I'm okay…I'll be okay. I'm just glad I have you to turn to." She smiled up at him sweetly and he smiled back, dropping another kiss on her forehead. She followed him out of the break room and back to his office where Danny began eyeing them closely again.

Samantha however, was still in the bathroom. She felt overwhelmed by the emotion to shoot something or to begin crying. Instead she shredded some toilet paper and washed her hands and face multiple times. After giving herself a mental pep talk she headed back out and was very relieved to see that Martin and Shelley were no longer in the break room holding each other. She walked confidently back into the bullpen only to have her poise shaken again.

Martin was handing Shelley a key, but it wasn't just any key. It was the key to his apartment and that wasn't the worst part. He was handing her the key chain with the stupid "Top Ten Reasons I Love New York" key chain that she had given Martin for the office gift exchange at Christmas.

She felt idiotic for being so territorial about a key chain, but for a reason that she couldn't really explain, it bothered her.

Determined not to stare, she sat down at her desk and began shuffling the same papers she had been pretending to work on before.

"Excuse me, Samantha," Shelley said and Sam started as she turned to look at the tearstained red head, "Could you hand me my bag? I think it's underneath your desk." Sam hoped that the surge of hatred she was feeling was not showing on her face and crouched down to pick up the expensive purse and handed it to Shelley. "Thank you, sweetie."

Samantha knew that her shock at being addressed in such an informal manor was showing through her features this time and did not even bother to hide it.

Shelley walked back over to Martin, stood on her tiptoe and gave him a kiss on the cheek, said "I'll see you later," and stalked out smiling and seemed to be bouncing rather than walking, as if she had not come in a half an hour earlier bawling.

Once the elevator doors shut, all four agents turned and pierced Martin with a glare so fierce that he actually took a step backwards. She could have been imagining it but as he explained that they had been friends in college he looked a little too fidgety and completely avoided making eye contact with her.

After a few minutes of intense interrogation, the day went on as usual. Surprisingly, no cases came in the rest of the day and they all started packing up around five, happy to have no extra paperwork to finish. Samantha planned to get out of the office earlier than the others to avoid any awkward situations but luck was not on her side that day.

Danny beat her to it, but instead of heading out he walked to Martin's desk and tried to ask quietly, but in an empty office his words still made their way to Samantha's desk.

"So, how do you know Shelley again?" Danny asked, leaning lazily against Martin's desk, chomping noiselessly on some cookies.

"I told you, we went to college together," Martin said, without looking up.

"Yeah, you did. But, I'm not an idiot and I know you better than that. How do you really know her?" Danny was smiling that all-knowing and very irritating smile that Samantha had grown to hate and adore all at the same time.

Martin looked around uncomfortably as if to make sure that no one was listening and lowered his voice, but she could still hear him.

"Okay, but you can't tell anyone." Danny shrugged and nodded but Martin didn't look convinced. "I mean it Danny, no one. Not Jack, not Viv, and especially not Samantha."

"Fine…cross my heart," Danny said with a grin.

"Well, I did know her in college…we dated…"

"HA! I knew it!" Danny proclaimed but Martin wasn't finished. He was looking around nervously and his cheeks were tinged pink. He was wringing his hands on the desk and looked as if he was seriously debating continuing or not. "What? There's more?"

"Well, after we graduated…" he looked around again, "I proposed and we were engaged for a year." Danny was completely silent and his mouth hung open, much like it had earlier when Shelley had first walked into the office. "We called it off a few months before the day because neither of us were ready to be married."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. That girl…Shelley, she was your fiancée?" Martin nodded solemnly and looked eager to change the subject. "Wow," was all that Danny could force out.

As Martin left, Danny by his side, his mouth moving 100 miles per hour, reeling off questions about Martin's near marriage, Samantha sat frozen in her seat. She could not move and she felt as if she was being suffocated.

She and Martin had spent hours talking about their previous relationships. They spent a whole weekend on her relationship with Jack and her brief marriage and he had not once mentioned Shelley. He had talked about the three month relationship he'd had in grad school, the one time he tried to date two women at the same time, and then talked about how besides that he had only gone on one or two dates with many different women and never even come close to settling down. That's what really got to her.

Martin had flat out lied to her face.

And for the first time since the night before she was not filled with sadness or jealousy, but anger.

A/N-Yeah, so this chapter is short and crappy but I promise more will be coming soon. My last exam is tomorrow and I promise I will work on Chapter three. I know this is about 400 years late and I'm sorry. I didn't realize that college would take up this much time. Leave me a review and tell me how crappy this chapter is…don't worry about feelings, I can handle it.

Also, let me just say that so far, I love season 4. It's too bad that it is taking a near death experience to make Sam and Martin stop fighting, but hey, whatever works right!