EIGHT

Martin was glad that he had parked in the car park below the building, Sam's lawyer's offices were in. As they got out of the elevator, they quickly moved to the car, driving out just as quickly.

Sam didn't care about getting a movie that was decent any more. She maintained observations of her feet until she heard the car engine turn off, and Martin saying it was okay to get out.

Sitting on his couch now, watching some infomercial on some new skin-care range, Sam never felt safer. Seeing that man had startled her; her heart was still beating furiously, her breathing was still quick.

Martin, upon entering his apartment had immediately called in, telling Viv of what had happened at the lawyer's office. Vivian then told him that Kelly would stop buy within the hour with a change of clothes for Sam.

Martin stood in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at Sam. He could tell that she couldn't relax, that the man had scared her.

"Do you need a hand relaxing?" Martin asked her softly joining her on the couch.

Sam looked at him, not saying anything. "Come here." Martin whispered inviting her to slide over to him. She did slowly, unsure of what was going to happen, when she felt his hands on her shoulder's, she knew she was okay.

"Why is this happening?" She asked him quietly, as her heart rate and breathing returned to a level that was normal.

"Vivian was sending Michael and Danny out to Schmidt's to see why, on the pretense of course because Jack is missing." He added to calm her.

"When we were driving down there, a memory of our wedding day came to me. He promised me that he wouldn't do anything to hurt me or the people he loved. All I wanted to do when I remembered that was throw up." Martin listened to her, feeling her lean into him.

He knew that she was only doing it because she was relaxing, but it made it difficult for him to massage her shoulders. He stopped moving his hands, resting them on her shoulders.

Sam turned her head slightly so that she could see one of his hands. His hands were now just slowly moving sideways. She watched as he slowly moved them down, and then back up her arms.

She sat up, stopping his movements. She turned so that she could see him more clearly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking away from her, resting his hands in his lap.

"Don't be." She whispered, causing him to look up at her. She smiled as he looked at her.

If it wasn't for the doorbell, she felt sure that she would have kissed him. Martin seemed to think the same thing because he was a little slow to stand and answer it.

"Hey I wasn't expecting you for a while." She heard him say.

"Yeah well, Viv told me to be quick so I was." She heard a woman's voice, realizing that it was Kelly.

"Well come on in." Martin stood aside so that Kelly could enter.

"Okay but I can't stay long." She smiled, entering with the large suitcase.

Sam stood as she heard the door click shut. She knew Kelly was bringing her clothes, but she was a little scared of what she might have brought her.

"Hi Samantha." Kelly smiled walking up to her and placing the suitcase on the floor. Sam smiled and waved lightly in greeting. "I hope what I brought for you is okay." She held her hands together as though she was afraid.

"I'm sure whatever you brought will be fine." Sam smiled, waving aside her fears.

"Okay, well, I do have to get back to the office, but before I do, Martin can I talk to you in private for a moment?" She turned her attention towards Martin.

"I'll take this and get changed, you two stay here." She said grabbing the suitcase and heading for Martin's room.

"What's up?" Martin asked Kelly once Sam had left.

"Okay, we ran the description of the guy Sam thought he saw, and she was right the second time. His name is Andrew Walters, and he got out of jail six months ago, having done time for sexual assault on five women, ten years ago. And why Sam would feel she knows him, is because all his victims looked similar, they all had blonde hair, were married and worked good, but strenuous and stressful jobs." Kelly handed him a file.

"Yeah this was the guy she must have seen." Martin mumbled as he recognized the photo. "This guy came in about a minute after Sam and I did, but she was already off with her lawyer. When she came back he turned his back so she couldn't see him." He continued remembering.

"We also have some more news on Jack and Rodriguez." Kelly continued, opening up her notebook she always carried so she could remember things. Martin looked up at her expectantly.

"You know that call that Samantha got last night, we were able to get a trace on it, but it took tech a while to get it. It came from a hotel on the other side of town," Kelly read off her notes, looking up at him every so often. "We got footage from the hotel, Jack was the one to book the room, he entered willingly, with no bags, then an hour later Rodriguez entered, with about five other men." Martin looked in the direction Sam had gone in.

"About three hours later, a man left who we never saw enter the room. We're thinking that Jack went there with Rodriguez to change his appearance and then disappear with a fake passport and id." Kelly finished.

"What about airport cameras?" Martin looked back at Kelly.

"When I get back to the office I'm hoping that they will have arrived." Martin knew what this meant. If Jack had left the hotel with false paper's he was going to be a lot harder to track down than if he was Jack Malone.

Sam lugged the suitcase up the hall, dropping it on the bed and opening it. She smiled at Kelly, the woman obviously had style. Her favorite shirt was in the case, her favorite bra, she smiled again as an image of her walking around the apartment in just the bra, and Martin's reaction. She shook her head at her naughtiness.

She decided that she was in the mood for trousers, so she changed into one of the many pairs of pants that Kelly had packed, and changed her top. The top she chose, generally she would wear something underneath, but a part of her told her now was not a time to do that, especially if she did continue with Martin what had happened before Kelly arrived.

As she finished changing, she did a brief play with her hair, closed up the suitcase, and headed back to the main room slowly.

"What about airport cameras?" She heard Martin ask Kelly, the tone of his voice made her worry.

"When I get back to the office I'm hoping that they will have arrived." Kelly responded.

"Well then I won't keep you for much longer." She heard Martin sigh.

She heard footsteps, he was obviously showing her to the door. When she heard the door close, she re-entered the main room.

Martin entered, slightly shaken by what he had just heard. He saw Sam and knew she was doing her best to re-start what had almost happened between them earlier.

"What was that about?" Sam asked him simply.

Martin looked at her, unsure of whether to tell her the truth, or say that she wasn't to know about it yet. She moved to sit on her knees on the couch facing him, resting her arms on the back of the couch and leaning against it, inviting him.

Martin blinked quickly. 'Damn I hate women.' He thought to himself.