Chapter 3

Jack was pacing the floor; he had been doing it for the last two and a half hours. Danny sat in one of the chairs, his head resting against the wall, eyes closed. Sam lay down on two chairs, staring into space.

After she had calmed down a little bit, Danny had told her to try and get some sleep. She had protested, but as he was very stubborn she obeyed. She lay down on the hard and uncomfortable plastic chairs as Danny covered her with his suit jacket. He had watched her to make sure she was trying to rest, so she had closed her eyes.

Horrible thoughts of Martin dead in a car full of bullet holes – on her insistence, Danny had told her what had happened – had crossed her mind as soon as her eyes fell closed, so she had opened them again. Danny had has his eyes closed; he wasn't asleep, but at least he had stopped watching her.

So now she was lying there, her eyes red and swollen, her hair messy and her thoughts fixed on Martin. She thought about their time together during the past ten month. She thought about their first night together, how new everything had been but at the same time how familiar. She thought about Colleen's case and how great Martin had been; worrying about her, taking care of her and helping her in every way he could. She thought about the Christmas party in the office and the many evenings and nights they spent together in one of their apartments.

But suddenly it hit her: She was only thinking about the good times, not about the many fights they had because Martin wanted to tell the others about their relationship. She didn't even think about the fact that they had broken up- no, the fact that he had broken up with her.

Just the thought of that morning hurt. It had been embarrassing how he had gone about it, right there, in the office. And then Jack reprimanded her, telling her to keep it out of the office. But she could understand why he had ended things. She never wanted to talk about their relationship, never went out to restaurants or other public places with him, she didn't even touch him while they were outside of their apartments.

He had been very patient with her, but she swore herself that if he woke up – no, she couldn't think like that – when he woke up, this would be a thing of the past.

Lying here, thinking about the possibility of loosing him, drove her crazy. She couldn't live without him anymore. He was the first one who really cared about her, who really loved her.

And she loved him.

She loved him? Never before had she thought about falling in love with him. In all of the ten months together it had never even crossed her mind. Not once. But now, as she thought about it, she knew that it was true. Maybe she wasn't ready to tell him yet, but because she knew it, she was sure that deep down he would know it. Because he knew her.

A/N: Sorry it's short, but I wanted to give some insight into Sam's thoughts about Martin and their relationship. Hope you liked it.

Oh, too much fluff? Or do you want more? Tell me! I'm happy to hear your thoughts and ideas for the story.

Edited 08/11/09