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Chapter 2 - Week 1
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Martin and Sam did not get a chance to catch up for the rest of the week, he was apartment hunting while she was throwing herself into her work, so when the following Monday morning rolled on both were extremely nervous about seeing one another.
Sam paced her bedroom, why am I nervous, she asked herself, I've seen plenty of ex-boyfriends over the years- why is Martin making me nervous? He wasn't even a real boyfriend. In truth, she knew why she was nervous, last night she had tossed and turned trying to escape the memory of the two of them together, he was so sweet and tender towards her, something- coming from her back ground- she was not use to. Looking at her self in the mirror one last time, she forced herself out the door, not wanting to have to hurry in and be flushed when she arrived.
Martin too had suffered from a restless night, the combination of starting a new job in the morning and seeing Sam again had made the pleasantries of sleep nearly impossible. Checking his reflection in the mirror of the elevator he took a deep breath in and straightened his tie, mentally preparing himself for the day.
Having told the secretary downstairs who he was, he wasn't surprised when his new boss, Jack, met him at the entry, "So I thought we would introduce you to the team quickly before I let them know about the new case that has just come in," Jack stated as Martin followed him down the hall.
"Sure," Martin replied, a little surprised by the abruptness of the older man.
"Martin." Sam stated as she stopped suddenly, caught by surprise at his sudden appearance.
"Sam." He replied, in a quiet voice and with a small smile. He was struck by her beauty, she had always been beautiful, but she had definitely improved with age. Her hair was out, something which he had always loved, but it was straight, instead of her usual curls- what am I thinking, he cursed, I haven't seen her in years and I think I know her…I hardly knew her back then.
"You two know each other?" Jack asked as his eyes darted between the pair, who seemingly couldn't stop looking at each other, wondering if Sam was going to lash out at their newbie for calling her by the forbidden nick-name instead of her usual Samantha.
"Umm, yeah, we knew each other a while back," Martin answered having recovered first, unsure of how much Sam would have said.
"Yeah," Sam replied, "A long time ago." She was prepared for seeing him again, she was prepared to be introduced to him with the rest of the team, they would shake hands and exchange pleasantries, but she was not prepared for practically running into him on her way back from the break-room first thing in the morning.
"Ok then, good well I'll introduce you to the rest of the team then…" Jack replied as he started to head towards a small group of people on the other side of the office, Martin gave Sam a quick smile before motioning for her to go first.
In the back corner of the office Jack called together a few people and started making the introductions, "This," he said pointing to a short, dark skinned lady, "is Vivian, Elena," to a tall Latino lady, "and Phil," to a portly dark haired man standing off to the side, "And apparently Samantha and Martin here already know each other, so it's down to business then," Jack stated as he turned his attention to the picture of their latest victim.
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Later that week the tension between Sam and Martin was evident, Phil had even blatantly asked Martin if they were screwing, while Elena had commented to Samantha, that it was odd that she let Martin call her Sam. The fact that Jack had called in Keller, an ex-boyfriend of Sam's, just increased the tension. One night after work Martin trying to seem unconcerned, asked Danny if there was a history between the two of them, sadly Danny replied that there was- but added he didn't trust the guy.
By the end of the week Martin knew he and Sam had to talk, properly talk, just to clear the air. He was amazed by what he had seen in the past week, the party-girl Sam he had known had turned into a sophisticated woman, he watched with envy as she glided through her undercover mission at the bar, that he had missed the wonderful transmission between her former and current selves.
Later he saw her enter the bull-pen with Keller, laughing as they started gathering their things to go home at the end of a long day. Taking a deep breath he started towards her, "Sam," he asked, "Want to go for a drink? Catch up?"
"Umm, sorry I already said I'd grab a drink with Keller," she replied with a small smile, "You can come if you want?" she offered, a little apprehensive with her current situation, stuck between two guys.
"Nah, it's ok," Martin replied with a smile, doing his best at playing it cool.
"Maybe another time?" She offered as he started to walk away.
"Yeah, maybe another time." He replied over his shoulder, flashing her a smile and waving before heading out the office, preying to God, that he didn't get stuck in the elevator with the two of them.
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"So you like her?" Anne asked half an hour or so later as she and Martin walked out of the FBI building.
"What? No." He replied, thrown off by her comment, "I just thought it would have been good to have a chat, clear the air, it's been very…tense at work," he sighed choosing his words carefully as they walked down the street.
"Why, because the last time you saw each other you fucked?" Anne asked, desperately trying to keep a straight face and an even step with Martin.
"She told you?" he deadpanned, "I…I thought we agreed to…" he stuttered.
"She let it slip last week while we were waiting for you. I just got the short version of what happened," she replied casually, "Don't worry no one else knows,"
"And they won't right…" he replied as they began to walk again.
"Scouts honor," she promised with a grin, holding her hand up in a mock salute. "So you like her?" Anne asked, reiterating her previous statement.
Martin started to reject the idea, but he knew his cousin could read him like a book, "It's Sam," he replied, "Who doesn't like her?" opening the door to the restraint they had decided to have dinner at.
"So ask her again, there always was a spark between you two." She remarked as she slipped into a stool near the bar.
"No use," he huffed as he sat besides her, "She is going out with Keller from NYPD,"
"Oh, not again." Anne replied, "That guy has got to be the biggest jerk I have ever met, and he laughs like a beaver," she added, emphasizing her comment by sticking her front teeth out and raising her eyebrows while making strange sucking sounds. Martin laughed at her impression. Glad to have lightened his mood she changed the subject, "So when did Danny say he would be here?"
