Author's Note: This chapter is kind of sad, but don't worry, it'll pick up soon. Sorry it took so long to update, but I ran into a lot of dead-ends. Flashbacks are in italics.

Martin sat on the uncomfortable plastic chair next to the Samantha's bed. He could have fallen asleep if it weren't for the beeping of the heart monitor and the fact Samantha could wake up at any second. He watched Samantha's eyes move under her lids and he wondered what she was dreaming about, if she was even dreaming. He decided not to think about it to much and begun reminiscing about old times.

"Did I ever tell you about when I was pregnant before?" Sam asked and Martin turned off the television to listen to her more. It was a snowy January evening and the couple was sitting on Samantha's couch flipping though channels. Martin wanted to watch 'The X-files' marathon but Sam vetoed it, so they settled on an old 80's movie that they had both seen half a dozen times.

"What?" Martin spun around to face her.

"I was eighteen," she took a deep breath and begun telling her story, "I thought I was in love. His name was David and we went out though the majority of high school. When I first found out he insisted that we got married, I thought that would be the best for the baby. We were married for three months when I lost the baby. It was so sudden, I woke up one morning and I was covered in blood. David was at work so I had to walk to the doctor's'. They did some tests and old me I lost the baby. A month later David and I decided to get divorced, since there wasn't really a point to being married anymore. A few weeks later I moved to New York."

"I didn't know." Martin pulled her close.

"No one does. Vivian knows I was married when I was eighteen, but that's about it."

"Not even Jack?"

"Nope." Sam leaned her head back to rest against Martin's chest.

"What happened…you didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve to loose the baby."

"I don't deserve you." Sam said to lighten the mood and turned to kiss Martin.

"Yes you do." He said and kissed her, "trust me."

Samantha slowly opened to eyes to see a darkened hospital room. "Martin?" She said softly and moved her head to look at him.

"Hey," He said, "How are you feeling?"

Sam answered the question by groaning and closing her eyes. "How is Cecilia?"

"She's fine; she hurt her arm, but nothing to major. She's at Vivian's."

"And…the guy?"

"Dead."

Samantha nodded, "I wonder what he wanted," She didn't wait for a response, "God, I feel like I got hit by a bus."

"You lost a lot of blood, but you were lucky." Martin said as the nurse opened the door to Sam's room.

"Nice to see you awake, Samantha. I have your test results." Said the young nurse.

"Test results?" Sam said tiredly.

"It's required," the nurse glanced at Martin, "is it okay that you're in here?"

Martin and Samantha both nodded and waited for the nurse to continue.

"I have good news and bad news. You lost a lot of blood, but your body responded well to the foreign blood that was put in through the I.V. You are going to be fine."

"Is that the good news or the bad news?" Sam asked

"The good news." The nurse flipped through her chart.

"What's the bad news?" Martin asked and squeezed Sam's hand lightly.

"Your body experienced a lot of trauma, which caused you to miscarry."

"Miscarry? I'm not…I wasn't pregnant." Samantha blinked away tears. "I took a test but it was negative."

"That's not uncommon. If you took the test too early the results may have been inaccurate."

"So, I was pregnant." Samantha felt as if she betrayed Martin by losing the baby and wouldn't look at him.

"Yes, you were. I'm so sorry." The nurse said with sad eyes and left the room.

"Transferred?" Sam nearly shouted as she and Martin got into his apartment, "I don't understand."

"Van Doren and Jack said I have to go to Denver." Martin closed the door and followed Samantha into the kitchen. True, Samantha was angry. She and Martin finally had a good, even great, relationship going. They had even talked about moving in together, but that was out of the question now. "Sam, please say something."

"Don't go."

"I don't have a choice."

"When are you leaving?"

"My flight is in a few hours," Martin walked toward the bedroom, "I have to pack."

"When did you find out?" Samantha decided to follow him

"Earlier today, there hadn't been a good time to tell you." Martin got a large suitcase out of the closet and Samantha begun getting together dress shirts for him.

"How long will you be gone?" Samantha asked as Martin begun packing the suitcase.

Samantha didn't say anything for a long time, or it could have been a short time, they weren't really sure. "I'm sorry." She whispered and turned away.

"It's not your fault."

"I should have known, I should have gone to the doctor's or taken another test. I really am sorry." She twisted out of Martin's grip and covered her face with both hands. Martin knew that she had lost a baby once before, but they still had Cecilia. Martin was sad. He wasn't angry or disappointed or agitated, but just the Webster's definition of sad.

"Samantha," Martin only called her that when he was serious, "It's not your fault. You have to realize that." Samantha still didn't respond. "Can I get you anything?"

"No," Samantha finally rolled back over to face Martin, "I'm okay. I just feel…"

"Sad?" Martin attempted to finish her sentence.

"Yeah, and guilty." She said quietly

"Guilty?" Martin regretted asking the question because Samantha was already upset, but he thought she needed to get something off her chest.

"Maybe if I would have known, this wouldn't have happened."

"Sam," Martin begun

"Yeah?"

"Get some rest, okay?" Martin kissed the top of her head, "I love you." Samantha smiled and closed her eyes, as if that was all she needed to hear.

"Wheelchair? As if this whole thing didn't suck enough to begin with!" Samantha said irritably as Martin helped her into the wheelchair.

"Look on the bright side; at least you're leaving with a memorable exit." Danny said as he opened a can of Pepsi for Cecilia.

"I guess." Samantha had been going to physical therapy for a few weeks now and was in the hospital even longer.

"Ready to go home?" Martin asked as he rounded up all the random books and magazines he had brought for Samantha for the past month.

"Home? I don't remember having a home. I always remembered it as this stupid white room." Cecilia giggled at her mother's response.

"Mommy, can you walk?" Cecilia took a swallow of her drink

"Yes, but your dad said I have to ride this wheelchair out." She gave Martin the "evil eye"

"It wasn't just me; the doctor said you have to also. You still can't walk very well, anyway."

"Hey, I can walk just fine!" Samantha said sarcastically knowing that she still walked with a sever limp.

"I had to leave in a wheelchair when I was shot in the arm." Martin said quietly so Cecilia didn't hear. "I couldn't even wheel myself out."

"Did you have a nurse wheel you out, Fitzy?" Danny laughed.

"Had to. Of course, my nurses were Ethel an eighty-year-old woman who couldn't hear in one ear, and George, who looked like a former prison guard."

"Well, at least you were amused." Danny took Cecilia's hand, "We'll meet you at your house."

"Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy! I'll see you at home!" Cecilia waved to her parents and skipped out of the room, already buzzed on sugar.

"Why did we give her caffeine?" Martin asked as he begun to wheel Sam out of the room.

"Don't worry, we won't be home for about an hour and she crashes and burns. She'll probably be asleep by the time we get home."

"Poor Danny." Martin said sarcastically. He was still worried about Samantha, but she seemed to be dealing well. Most of the time she complained about physical therapy and being stuck in the hospital for over a month, but they both knew she got out lucky. Cecilia was still too young to fully grasp the situation. Samantha didn't talk about the baby, and Martin didn't push. They didn't tell anyone else about the miscarriage, mostly because it seemed they didn't need to. Samantha was already being babied by Martin, Danny, and Vivian and even Cecilia enough as it was.

"Are you ready to go home?" Martin helped her into the passenger side of the car.

"Ready is an understatement." Samantha smiled and closed the door.