SIX
The sound of a neighboring alarm woke Sam as a cool blue filled the room, an indication to Sam that the sun was yet to rise. It took her a few moments to remember where she was as she opened her eyes. She was used to waking up to a window, and now was looking at a wall with a series of paintings and a door.
She looked down her body. A hand that definitely wasn't Jack's made her remember where she was. Martin was pressed against her, still sleeping soundly. Luckily for Sam the alarm had stopped ringing so she could spend a few hours watching Martin sleep.
He was so warm. Jack would often snuggle against her, but this warmth, coming from Martin was different. It didn't feel foreign which Sam almost expected to feel like.
As she moved so that she was facing him, his hands moved, wrapping her tighter. She looked down at her waist, the shirt she was wearing had risen and Martin's thumb was lightly tracing the skin. It was this movement that made her believe he was awake. She looked back up to his face; his head was tipped slightly so she couldn't really see his eyes. Instead she allowed herself to watch him, before her eyes once again became heavy and she fell back asleep.
Martin opened his eyes to see a peaceful Sam sleeping in front of him. A few strands of hair over her eyes were driving him crazy. As gently as he could without waking her, he pushed the hairs away and behind her ear. She shifted her position slightly, keeping her eyes closed.
Martin found it hard to leave his bed, but the need for food was powering his feet. Reluctantly he eased himself out of Sam's grip, so not to wake her. He crossed the room with silent feet, opening and closing door so he wouldn't wake her.
As he walked down the hall he decided he'd make an effort for breakfast, even though he had to be at work in an hour and really didn't have time.
As he entered the kitchen he heard the unmistakable sounds of a phone, but they were muffled. He realized that his phone was in his room and probably waking Sam up.
Sam jumped as the noise of a phone filled the room. Opening her eyes, she was glad that the light in the room was brighter and more yellow then earlier, but she was disappointed that she was alone.
As she sat up, the door burst open and Martin appeared running for his phone.
"Fitzgerald." He answered smiling at her apologetically.
"Really? Yeah okay. Sure I will. Okay, sure, yeah, bye." Sam was surprised by the quick phone call.
"My boss, because you're here and she wants you safe I'm not expected in today, i but /i if I do go in your to come along." Martin turned to face her.
She nodded her head, her mind racing that she was going to spend the day alone with him.
"What would you like for breakfast?" He asked turning away from her, finding his phone charger and connecting his phone.
"I'm not really that hungry." Sam admitted smiling weakly.
"Well you have to eat something. Anything, pancakes, eggs anything." Martin didn't move from where he was standing almost as though he was afraid something would happen if he moved.
"You're prepared to cook for me?" Sam asked turning her head slightly.
If Martin was prepared to cook breakfast for her, could that mean that he liked her too? She'd had that dream again, lying on the beach and Martin came up and kissed her. She remembered the sensations on her back as he had touched it. This time, she didn't wake up when he kissed her.
She tried to think back to the moment she first saw him. She realized that it was before Jack went missing but couldn't pin the exact moment.
Flashback
Sam sprinted into the Federal Building, more to escape the rain than because she was late, 'stupid morning sickness' she thought to herself as she sprinted for the elevators, rounding the corner as a man entered one.
"Hold the elevator." She called, panting as she entered the elevator.
"You okay?" The man asked her casually as she attempted to regain her breath.
"I'd be better if it wasn't raining, even then I'd be running." Sam panted finally catching her breath.
"Late are you?" He asked taking a mouthful of the coffee she now realized he was holding.
"You're walking a thin line there, Martin?" Sam looked at his id hanging off his jacket pocket.
"Really, how?" Martin asked her taking another mouthful of coffee.
"I'm a coffee addict. My husband once said that he bought a jar of coffee, one evening after work, he never saw it again." She chuckled, not noticing Martin's face fall slightly.
"Well this is my stop." Martin sighed as the elevator came to a stop and the door's opened.
"Have a nice day." Sam smiled, watching him leave, then staring at her own reflection as the door's shut. The reflection she saw, there was a little twitch in her smile that she only ever knew was there when she was around her husband. Luckily for her, she probably wouldn't see Martin again, and Jack was due home in a few days.
End Flashback
Yes, Sam thought to herself. That day was the first time she could actually remember having a conversation with him.
"Whenever someone stays here I always cook breakfast." Martin said quickly avoiding her gaze."
The sound of Martin's voice broke her thinking pattern.
"What do you recommend?" She asked him standing.
"Pancakes because then I can settle this craving I'm currently having." He chuckled watching her walk over to him.
Sam sat on the kitchen counter, swinging her feet ever so slightly as she ate the plate full of pancakes.
"I'm sorry Martin but I assure you I won't be able to eat all those." She had told Martin as he handed her the plate of 8 large and stacked pancakes.
He had simply smiled at her, telling her that once she took one mouthful she wouldn't be able to stop. And he was right.
She had drizzled some maple syrup over the pile and after one, mouthful; she now estimated that she had about 2 left. She knew that once she'd finish, she'd be feeling very sick and full and probably wouldn't eat for the rest of the day.
"So you never told him you were pregnant?" Martin asked her stunned. As he had made the pancakes and through their eating, they had made small talk and somewhere along the line she had dropped that she miscarried, not that long ago, and had never told Jack.
"Well I found out the day he went to LA for a conference between various Violent Crime Units. I made the decision to wait until he got home to tell him, but the day before he was due home I had a miscarriage." Sam explained, surprised when she felt no emotion whilst telling her story. "No one in the office knows, I wanted Jack to be the first to know." She added taking the second-last mouthful of pancakes.
Martin had already finished his pancakes and was now focusing on swallowing the orange juice in the glass beside him. He was sitting at the table, watching Sam. He was stunned that she told the story of her miscarriage with no sign of emotion.
"Can I ask you something?" Sam asked him placing the now empty plate on the counter beside her. He felt rather proud that she'd eaten all the pancakes.
"Sure." Martin shrugged.
"When Jack is found, what will happen to him?" She didn't know how to ask him, choosing her words carefully and avoiding looking at him until she finished talking.
"I think you know what will happen." Martin responded quietly.
Sam felt her head drop a little. She realized what she had to do, she had to get Jack out of her life, and the first step there was ending her relationship with him.
"Could you take me downtown?" She asked him jumping off the counter.
"It would be preferable not to, but it depends. What do you need?" He downed the rest of his juice, leaving the glass in the sink.
"I need to see my lawyer." She hoped that was enough for him to take her downtown.
"Kelly was stopping by your apartment this morning to get you some clothes. How about we wait until she comes by and then we'll go." Martin watched her walk out of the kitchen.
"I want to get a divorce from my husband, and I want to know that it's being set up sooner rather than later." She responded not looking back. "I don't care if that means I wear the same clothes as I did yesterday." She called from the hallway.
Martin could understand her determination, but knew that he wasn't going to be able to change her mind.