A/N: OMG, I can't believe how long it took me to write this, if it's anyconsilation, it's holidays so the next chapter won't take nearly as long. LOVE the reviews.

"Everything?" Martin asked, sitting up.

"No, not everything," Sam replied rubbing her eyes, "I remember Jess."

"Jess?" Martin asked, acting as if he knew nothing.

"Jessica Stewart, she was murdered in 1985. Did you find anything in her file?"

"No," Martin lied.

"We were best friends at school. We did everything together," Sam explained, "I remember we had a fight right before she was killed. She went out partying without me that night, and I felt bad so I went to look for her but when I got to there she was already dead."

"Then what happened?"

"Well, I asked around, did some investigating, and it pretty much all came down to Rick. I went to the cops but that idiot Ezric wouldn't do anything. I think he was being paid to ignore the case."

"So you decided to bring Rick down on your own?"

"Yeah. It took me a year to track him down. I wanted to make him pay for what he did to Jess. I told Rick that I wanted to earn some cash, and then he got me into the whole bank robbery thing, and everything got complicated ," Sam explained., "I can't remember what happened after we sped away from the bank."

"So you don't know what happened to Rick's brother?" Martin asked.

"I guess I must've shot him."

Martin nodded.

"Martin," Sam said softly, "Don't tell anyone what I remembered"

Martin frowned. "Why not?"

"For now I just want it to stay between you and me, ok?"

Martin thought about it. He was sharing secrets with Jack and keeping them from Sam, so why couldn't he share secrets with Sam and keep them from Jack?

"Sure," Martin answered.

"Thankyou," Sam replied, kissing Martin on the forehead.

"So what's up?" Jack asked.

"Uh…" Martin replied in an unsure tone. He looked around Jack's office and wondered what he was doing. He was seconds away from going against Sam's will and telling Jack what had happened earlier that morning.

"It's just," Martin continued, deciding to keep his mouth shut, "It feels like Danny and I are the only ones who don't know what's going on. Yesterday you said you had a pretty good idea of what went down in 1985. And seeing as my life's hanging in the balance and everything I was wondering when-"

"Has Sam remembered something?"

"Huh?" Martin asked, caught off-guard.

"You said you and Danny were the only ones who didn't know what was going on, indicating that Sam knows more than you. Did you tell her anything?"

"No"

"Well did she say something about what happened?"

"No"

"Then what's the problem?"

Martin sighed. "I just, need to know what's going on."

Jack looked at Martin intently before answering.

"Close the door."

"Thanks hot stuff," Danny replied as Sam handed him a cup of coffee, "I am seriously backlogged. I have like a week of paperwork due."

"I have two weeks," Sam complained, taking a sip of her own coffee.

"Shouldn't you be resting or something?" Danny asked.

"Danny, I feel like I haven't done anything but rest the last couple of days. I'm not pregnant," Sam retorted. Danny smirked.

"Never said you were ," he turned serious again, "But you do know that this thing, it's serious yeah?"

"Of course I do, tomorrow's Friday, my three days are almost up."

"Martin's too," Danny reminded.

Sam bit her lip, "Did you find anything? Like why Rick wants to kill me? Why I robbed a bank? Where the hell he is?"

Danny shook his head. "Jack's taken full charge of the investigation, but so far, nothing," he lied.

Sam sighed.

"If only I could remember," She lied.

Later the day

Danny, Martin and Sam sat around the table.

"So are you guys gonna go into witness protection or something like that tonight?" Danny asked.

"I've been too busy to think about it," Martin replied.

"I don't need it," Sam answered back.

"Sam-"

"I can take care of myself Danny," she shot back.

"You do get that this guy is hell bent on killing you right?" Martin said angrily, "Cause I don't know about you but I'm planning to live to Saturday."

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry that Rick's targeting you as well. It's just one of the consequences that we have to deal with," Sam replied.

"Consequences of what?" Martin asked.

"I care about you, and he knows that."

Martin scoffed. "Could've fooled me."

Danny watched the two, back and forth like a tennis game.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Sam asked angrily.

"It means if you care about me the way you say you do then why did you wanna keep us a secret? Why act like-"

"Oh, great, here we go again. Just because I don't brag about my sex life doesn't mean I don't care," Sam shot back.

"I mean what's the point Sam? We never go out in public, we never even go out in private."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying it's hard Sam, when someone says one thing then acts completely different."

Danny cleared his throat. "Whoa, settle down guys, this ain't the time or place."

Martin and Sam both stood from their chairs.

"It's never the time or place with you Sam," Martin continued, "You never want anything semi-serious to happen."

"Martin, you're being ridiculous. If you don't want to-"

"Maybe I don't!"

Sam swallowed hard. Martin didn't even need her to finish her sentence, he had already made his mind up. Sam looked away from his hurtful eyes and down at the ground.

"I'm gonna go take a walk," Martin mumbled, not looking back.

Sam sat down slowly.

"Sam are you ok?"

"Just leave it Danny."

Hours later

"Viv didn't come in today," Danny commented, sitting down at his desk.

"She asked Jack for a couple of days off," Sam replied nonchalantly. She had been like that all afternoon, Danny noticed, ever since Martin took off.

"Martin's not back yet," Danny said carefully.

"I don't think he's coming back, not today," Sam said, packing up her things.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" Danny asked.

"Uh, I'm tired and I'm going home," She answered.

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"You can't keep me here against my will."

"Let's go out for a drink," Danny suggested.

"Danny," she complained, "I just wanna go home and sleep."

"C'mon," Danny pleaded, "Have a drink with me, just one, then after that you can have all the sleep you want. I promise"

"I dunno…"

"You know the best way to pick up chicks is to have one with you already."

Sam smiled.

"Fine," she gave in, "One drink, but after that I'm going home."

"Of course," Danny said grabbing his coat, "Wait here, I'll go tell Jack we're leaving."

There was no way Danny was letting Sam go home alone tonight.

Sam laughed out loud as Danny told yet another embarrassing story.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked between gulps for air.

"Would any sane man joke about that?" Danny asked, swallowing a mouthful of mineral water.

"I just feel sorry for the guy?" Sam replied, smiling.

"Hey, C'mon, I was young, hormones on full blast. And in my defence, he looked very feminine from behind."

Sam burst into laughter again.

"Thanks Danny," She said after calming down, "I feel like I haven't relaxed in ages."

"That's because you haven't. But you sure as hell deserve it," Danny replied, "So what's going on between you and Marty?"

"Well, as of today, I think I can safely say that there is nothing going on between us," Sam answered sadly.

"You guys weren't serious were you?"

"He was. He meant everything he said. And he was right." Sam added.

"No way. This is not the end of Martin and Samantha, famous love story,"Danny replied, "That guy is as crazy over you as a womenis for her shoes."

Sam smiled slightly. "He may have been, but I went and blew it."

Danny stood. "Well as much as a single guy loves hearing about his friends love stories, I have to go pee."

"Charming," Sam called out.

Danny returned minutes later to find an empty barstool.

"Crap," Danny cursed.

"Excuse me?" Danny asked the bartender, "The pretty blonde that was sitting here before, did she leave?"

"Yeah," he answered, "Couple of minutes ago."

Danny grumbled and pulled out his cell. He dialed Jack's number.

"Malone,"

"Jack, it's Danny. Sam's gone."

"What?"

"We were having drinks, everything was fine, I left her alone for five minutes tops, and when I came back she was gone."

"We have to find her."

"What if she went to find Rick?"

"I'll ring her cell, ring Martin and ask if she's there."

"No, she won't be at Martin's"

"Why not?"

"They had a fight"

"About what?"

"It doesn't matter, if Rick gets to her-"

"Hang on, I'll try her cell."

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…

…

…

"Danny?"

"Jack, is she there?"

"She's not picking up!"

A/N: I think this will be the thirdish to last story. I can't believe how far behind Australia is in Without a Trace, I mean, I really want them to get back together, but over here Martin and Sam haven't even broken up yet.