Samantha shuddered as she pulled her navy blue hooded sweatshirt over her head. Never before had she felt pain like it. How did women cope with this on a daily basis? She pulled her long blonde hair into a rough bun at the base of her neck before heading out her apartment door.
As she started to jog along the road the scene from the office that morning kept playing over and over in her head. Martin had broken up with her. In a way she couldn't blame him, but why couldn't he have talked to her about it. Why did he have to break up with her there and then? Couldn't he have waited? She had never felt so hurt by anyone in her life. And she was used to being hurt.
Her run took her to Central Park where she ran round and round until she couldn't take much more. She hadn't realised she was crying until her body began to shake from the sobs. She stopped abruptly and doubled over with her head in her hands. Tears streamed down her face and she cried. She had lost the best thing in her life and she wasn't sure she could ever get it back.
Danny had seen Samantha as she ran. He had been walking through Central Park after seeing his new girlfriend. She was about to shout to Samantha and ask if she wanted to join him in a late night hot chocolate when he saw her stopping and crying.
Danny knew what had happened in the office that morning and wasn't sure whether he should go and see her or not. Maybe she wouldn't want the company. He knew how much of a private person Samantha was and to have her life splashed about again was going to have serious implications.
He left her alone but not without thinking of her the entire night.
Jack was walking into the building the following morning when he spotted Samantha arriving. "Been running this morning Samantha?"
Samantha looked up to where her boss stood beside her. She nodded her head before continuing for the door. She really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. "I'll be up in tem minutes, I just have to change. I have a spare suit in my gym locker."
"Take your time, we don't have a case yet." He smiled at her, noticing her dishevelled appearance. She nodded before walking down towards the gym.
Up in the bullpen Martin had already started his day. He was feeling a little guilty over the way he had treated Samantha the day before but he was sticking to his guns. He just couldn't live the way they had been for the last few months. Why couldn't she understand, he wanted the world to know they were an item. Why did she have to make it more difficult for them?
She appeared moment later dressed impeccably as usual. She didn't even look in his direction before sitting at her desk and getting on with the paperwork that had mounted over the last few weeks.
It was getting harder and harder to work with him only a few feet behind her and she knew what she had to do. She walked towards Jack's office with her head held high.
"Jack can I talk to you?" She asked popping her head around the office door.
"Sure, what can I do for you?" He asked, looking her over. She certainly looked better than she had first thing.
"I want a transfer."