Chapter 2

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Martin unlocked the door to his apartment and walked in. Sam watched as he put his suitcase down and looked around. He ran his fingers along the back of the sofa before walking to the blinds and pulling them open, gazing out at the city. He stood there for a moment and then he quickly turned around walking down the hall to his bedroom. Sam followed him from behind and watched as he stood at the foot of his bed and fell face forward. He breathed into the mattress and said, "I'm home."

Sam chuckled at the sight of him. "Happy to be back?"

Martin rolled over, closed his eyes and spread his arms out wide as he lay in the middle of the bed replying, "Oh yeah."

Sam leaned against the door frame and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Martin opened one eye and said. "I've been dreaming of a pizza from Mario's."

Sam pulled out her cell phone and said. "You got it." She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hello, delivery for Martin Fitzgerald. Yeah, that's the correct address. I'd like to order a large pizza: sausage, pepperoni, black olives and green peppers." Sam turned to look over at Martin, "Anything else?" Without opening his eyes, Martin shook his head so she returned to her order. "Yeah, that's it. Thanks."

Sam hung up the phone and looked at Martin. He seemed so happy and relaxed. She bit her lip, wanting to lie down next to him but she knew that would be very dangerous. It had been three weeks since their dinner on the Muireann and their kiss. And when Martin called her a week ago to let her know that he was headed back to New York they talked a little about how to handle a possible reconciliation. They both agreed that they would take it slow. They would do things properly: first they would date, dinner, movies, etc. and then move on to the next level. They decided that maybe they rushed that part and needed to learn a bit more about each other, lay a foundation.

But looking at his warm, lean body laying in the bed it was really hard to remember why that was supposed to be a good idea. She was flooded of memories of how good it felt to have Martin's weight above her….and under her…and maybe she should stop thinking about it.

So instead she stood up quickly saying, "I'm going to go check out what you have to drink in your 'fridge."

A few minutes later Martin joined Sam in the living room where she was sunk into the sofa drinking a beer.

"Hey," He said, "I see you found something. Are there any more?"

"Yup, along with a fully stocked fridge," She took another swig and added, "Your mom's handy work?"

"Yeah, she said she called Abigail and asked her to buy groceries." Martin chuckled as added, "You remember Abigail don't you?"

Sam threw him an evil glare as he walked to the kitchen. Abigail is Martin's maid that Sam met quite by accident when she decided to surprise him one night by showing up at his door wearing nothing but a raincoat and a smile only to be greeted by a 55-year old heavy set Irish woman. Needless to say, after that Sam always called Martin before coming over.

When he emerged from the kitchen with his own beer he sat down next to her but not quite touching. He put his socked feet up on the coffee table so Sam kicked off her shoes and did the same.

"What time are you meeting Jack tomorrow?" She asked, taking another drink.

"Ten a.m. If he gives me the green light then I can be back at work by tomorrow afternoon." He rested his beer on his thigh and said, "I can't wait. I've missed being out in the field."

Sam nodded her head in agreement. She remembered that when she was shot she hated being stuck at home watching T.V. "Well, I'm pretty confident Jack won't have any problems welcoming you back."

"Let's hope you're right." Martin replied, raising his beer and clinking it against hers.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Martin spoke up and asked, "So…..can this be considered our 'first date' cuz I'm pretty sure that picking someone up at the airport is usually the sign of at least a sixth or seventh date kind of relationship."

Sam turned to Martin to find him smirking. "No way, you still have to take me to a fancy restaurant where I can have an excuse to dress up. Jeans and pizza at your place does not a first date make. You're gonna have to woo me Martin Fitzgerald."

Martin laughed as Sam leaned into his face and said the word again for emphasis, "Woo."