Martin rolled over in bed to find the usually occupied space empty, sitting up he peered towards the bathroom so see if Sam was in there, before glancing around the room in an attempt to spot her clothes which had be hurriedly discarded the previous night.. However upon finding the bathroom was empty and his bedroom floor clear he flopped back onto the soft cushions and sighed. He had really thought his and Sam's relationship had hit a turning point yesterday morning when she openly kissed him in front of Danny and acted as if she were walking on cloud nine the rest of the day. Groaning with disappointment he pulled the covers over his head and decided to go for a run in attempt to clear his head, although he saw where she was coming from by not wanting to tell everyone in the office, he had really hoped that they would at least start acting like a real couple.

After pulling on sweats and a beanie he headed towards the kitchen to grab a drink. However as he passed his living area his body flooded with relief, Sam was curled up in the one corner of his couch which was in the sun, obviously concentrating hard on this weekends crossword puzzle.

"Hey," he grinned as he walked over to her.

"Morning," she replied still looking at the paper, end of the pencil in her mouth, "Six letter word meaning rush?" she questioned as he slid into the seat next to her.

"Umm, sprint…charge?" he offered, watching her face light up.

"You are brilliant!" she beamed as she scribbled in the final word.

"I know." He smiled, "Do I get a reward?" he asked, turning his cheek to her and tapping it.

"Definitely," she answered, leaning towards him and pulling his face back to hers and kissing his lips softly, "Sorry, good morning," she smiled kissing him again.

"That's ok," he replied.

"You running?" she asked, indicating his sweats.

"I was going to clear my head," he replied, now feeling guilty for his earlier assumptions. "I thought you had left when you weren't in bed when I woke up," he admitted.

"You didn't look at the time?" she asked with a touch of amusement.

"No- why?" he questioned, craning his head to see the kitchen clock.

"Maybe because it's about 11!" she laughed swatting him across the chest.

"Oh, sorry..." he laughed, "Not exactly playing the good host am I?"

"It's ok, I'll forgive you eventually," she replied, "You still in the mood for a run?"

"Yeah sounds good." He grinned as he pulled her off the couch, "Want to run to the new café that's opened up across the park and have lunch, catch a cab home?" He added, not quite sure if she was ready for the public outing, the park was busy at this time on a Saturday morning and they both knew Viv often did a Pilates class there around this time.

"Sounds great," she called over her shoulder as she headed to his room to get changed.

Fifteen minutes later they were heading out the door, a comfortable silence fell between them as their feet evenly padded the pavement. Due to the continual flow of people Martin fell into step behind her and was enjoying the view when she offered a swap, "I think I'm slowing," she panted, "You want to set the pace for a bit?"

"No I'm good," he replied, his eyes obviously on her ass as he waited fore her to turn knowing she knew he usually preferred to set the pace.

"Martin!" she squealed as she did as he had predicted and turned to see him checking her out, however her next move came completely out of the blue, as she side stepped and slowed letting him overtake her before using his confusion to her advantage and tackling him to the ground.

"Good to see all that FBI training worked," he grinned looking up at her as she pinned him to the ground, before easily flipping her over. Laying next to each other and laughing on the grass they were receiving a few odd looks from passers by. "You ok?" he asked after they had calmed.

"Yeah- you?" she replied rolling her upper half on top of him.

"Uh-ha…but I think I might need a massage later…" he replied with a cheeky grin.

"Ooh I think that can be arranged," she smiled as she leaned into kiss him deeply.

Martin was enjoying her public display of affection when she started to move off him. "Last one to the café pays," she replied as she tore down the path towards their finishing post.

Begrudgingly he jumped up and took off after her, only seeing her blonde ponytail whip around a corner as she sprinted ahead of him. Having not passed her on the way he was surprised when she wasn't out the front revealing in her glory and waiting for him to arrive. However, his worries were quickly eased as he saw her already sitting in a booth sipping form one of the two water bottles in front of her.

After enjoying and finishing their lunch they headed out and caught a cab back to his place, deciding after all their exercise they deserved an afternoon nap. As they headed up the stairs to his apartment she turned and asked him, "Why did you think I had already gone this morning?"

"It is what you use to do," he replied honestly, "And I thought you may have gotten cold feet on the 'us' situation after Danny found out yesterday…then you weren't in the bathroom and none of your clothes were on the floor…so I just assumed"

Stepping back from him with a blank expression she nodded slowly, "I have something to show you," she stated as she took his and in hers and directed them into his apartment and through to his room. "Open it." She stated as they stood in front of his wardrobe.

Following her instructions he opened the doors and peered inside carefully, taking a second to notice one of his shelves no longer contained his clothes. "You only had a few T's on it so I thought you wouldn't mind if I stored some of my stuff with them," she stated, not sure how he would handle her invasion of his wardrobe.

"Your clothes are in my cupboard," he grinned at her, "since when?"

"This morning…I was hoping my shuffling might wake you up." She replied, relieved that he seemed to like her move.

'Oh," he grinned sheepishly as he moved to stand behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he stared at her clothes next to his. "There is only one problem with it," he stated.

"What?" she questioned, hoping he didn't have a fetish about where his clothes went.

"You only have one outfit in their and a pair of pajamas…we need more clothes."

"Really?" she asked with a grin as she turned in his arms and stared at him.

"Definitely and I think I can muster up some hanging space and a draw as well," he continued, happy with the plan forming in his head.

"Well," she whispered against his lips, "There will be more room in here for my clothes as some of your stuff moves to my place."

"Sounds like we should go to yours and put this plan into motion," he grinned as he pushed his lips more securely against hers.

Pulling back and wrinkling her nose up she stated, "After a shower, we stink!"

"Okay," he laughed, then raising an eyebrow he held out his hand and offered, "Join me?"

"Love to," she replied.