Author's note: Sorry it took so long for the update, but I've been busy with school. I should be updating more as soon as finals are over. Thanks for the reviews:)

Samantha awoke around eleven at night warm and rested. She looked around the room and noticed Martin had left. She yawned and walked into the living room where Martin stood changing his shirt-Samantha smiled at the view. "Hi." She said and sat on the couch near him.

"Hey." Martin rummaged though his suitcase for a t-shirt and something on his arm caught Samantha's eye. It was a circular scar on his left tricep and looked so much like the one on Samantha's left thigh.

"What happened?" She asked and lightly touched the scar, "Did you get shot?"

Martin looked at where Samantha was touching, "Yeah, about three years ago. Maybe four."

"How?" Samantha felt bad for him; she knew what it was like to get shot. Suddenly her own words came into her head: Do your self a favor, Martin. Don't get shot, it's not all it's cracked up to be.

"Drug bust gone bad. I was lucky; one of the members on the team was killed."

"I'm sorry." She said and pulled her hand away as Martin continued to put on his shirt and sat down next to her.

"It's all in the past now, I guess." Samantha leaned into Martin and decided to say what she had been on her mind since he walked into the door.

"Martin, can I asked you something?" Martin turned to look at her, "Did you see anyone when you were in Denver?"

"Like date anyone?"

"Well…yea…I mean, you don't have to tell me. I just…just wanted to know."

"I went on a couple dates, nothing to serious I guess. Some of the people at work felt sorry for me so they hooked me up with Trudy or Jenny or whoever they knew. I pretty much spent the dates talking about how much I wanted to go back to New York."

Samantha nodded at the response she wanted to hear. "So, you were on an assignment for a while at the beginning?"

"Yeah, I had to go undercover to find a serial killer. I actually was trained to be a bartender." Samantha smiled softly, the last thing she imagined was the former white-collar boy to be making drinks undercover.

"So, how long was the assignment?"

"About two years." Samantha looked surprised, "Jack didn't tell you?"

"No, I pretty much distanced myself from him when you were gone."

"Oh. Yeah, well, it was probably the longest two years of my life."

"Danny had to go undercover as a garbage man one time." Samantha said to lighten the mood.

"The sounds like Danny." Martin kissed the top of Samantha's head, "What about you?"

"I was here. I took a year or so off work when Cecilia was first born. Then I got her in a good daycare program, and then the preschool. It's kinda hard to believe she registers for kindergarten next summer. But I've been good. I'm better, now that your back." Samantha couldn't control herself anymore, and turned and kissed Martin hard on the lips. He responded by kissing her in return. When they pulled apart for a breath, Samantha said quickly, "Bedroom?" Martin nodded and they continued to kiss as they went into the bedroom.

"Morning." Samantha said as Martin woke up next to her. The sun was coming in through the window illuminating the room.

"Morning," Martin blinked awake and kissed Samantha, "What time is it?"

"It's either really early or really late." She smiled. "Anyway, it's Saturday. We don't have to work today. I have weekends off and you don't have to be in until Monday. And Cecilia will be gone all weekend." Samantha rested her head on Martin's chest.

"Want me to get coffee?" Martin asked as he softly stroked Samantha's back.

"Later." She said half asleep.

"Okay…later is good." He said and they both drifted back to sleep. They both had so much to catch up on, but right now they were just glad to be together again.