Chapter 3: One Of Those Girls

Samantha had gone through ten outfits already. She had no idea what the hell she should wear out to dinner. Tonight was Danny Messer's birthday dinner, and the first time she got to hang out with her new team outside of the lab. Plus, tonight was the night she was going to meet Sara, that skanky bitch Adam referred to ask his girlfriend. She was going with Hawkes, and only because his girlfriend was working that night. Stella was going with Mac, Lindsay with Danny (duh, who else would she go with? He was her husband after all), and Flack with his girlfriend, another detective on the force. She really wanted to make a good impression, and make Adam not think about his girlfriend tonight.

She decided to go with the LBD (Little Black Dress), because you couldn't go wrong in an LBD. She touched up her make-up and was finishing her hair when the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of her date. She rushed to open the door, while trying to hop into her heels at the same time. She opened the door to see Hawkes standing there, looking very handsome and holding a single red rose.

"Aww, Sheldon, you shouldn't have!" she exclaimed as she took the flower and gave him a huge hug.

"What kind of date would I be if I didn't bring the girl a flower?" he chuckled. "Wow, what are you planning to do tonight? Seduce Adam while he's sitting with his girlfriend? Damn girl you look HOT!"

Sam giggled and said "Thanks Hawkes, and no, that wasn't exactly the plan, but if the opportunity presents itself…"she said as she wiggled her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner. The two shared a good laugh before Sam closed and locked the door behind her, and they made their way down to the lobby to catch a cab to a club in the city, where they were having dinner and drinks that night.

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Adam Ross was beside himself. Sure, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world, all because he had this beautiful woman on his arm that he called his own, but none of that matter when she walked in the room. She looked stunning, she looked amazing, she looked…well, if he was really being honest with himself, she looked damn fine tonight. She arrived with Hawkes, and she took his breath away. "Get a grip on yourself Ross, how can you be thinking about Sam when your girlfriend is right next to you? Sure, she looks so hot, and the one thing you want to do right now is rip her off of Hawkes' arm and kiss her like crazy…those lips look so kissable, that body looks so good…wait, stop! Damn you man, think with your head, not your "head"!!!!" He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on Sara, rather than think about the luscious creature sitting across the table.

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Sam was having the time of her life. She got along great with her new team. She had found great girlfriends in Stella and Lindsay, Mac was like a father figure, and Flack and Messer and Hawkes messed with her so much, they were all like the big brothers she never had. They all ate and drank and were dancing to the music, and she really felt like a part of the team. But that wasn't the reason she was flying high. No, the reason for her insane feeling of happiness was the fact that for once, he wasn't paying attention to her. No, for once, the one person Adam Ross could not stop looking at wasn't his girlfriend, but it was her.

The music was getting faster and the songs getting better, but Adam's airheaded girl was starting whine about how tired she was, and that she wanted Adam to take her home now. The entire table knew exactly why she wanted to go home, and it wasn't because she was tired. They knew that intellectually, she didn't mesh with them. That would normally be the case, but tonight they knew different. No, tonight, she was jealous. The whole party could see the way Adam had been staring at Sam all night, and they had seen her flirting with him, and they knew his girlfriend, Sara, whom none of them liked, resented the fact that her boyfriend wasn't paying attention to her. But Adam wasn't ready to leave, no, not without one dance with Sam. He was just looking for the opportune moment to ask her.

Sam watched Sara throw a fit when Adam told her he wasn't ready to leave, and shook her head. Adam looked at her, confused. She rolled her eyes and threw a dirty look at Sara, which Adam saw. At that moment, the song changed, and "One Of Those Girls" started to play in the club.

She's one of those girls
They're nothing but trouble
Just one look and now you're seeing double
Before you know it she'll be gone
Off to the next one
She's so good that you won't see it comin'
She'll take you for a ride and you'll be left with nothing
You'll be broke and she'll be gone
Off to the next one

As the song played, she threw Adam an all-knowing look that said everything. She began to sing to chorus, looking straight into his eyes as she sang. She saw the look of comprehension pass over his face as the words sunk in. He blinked a few times and then turned away from her. When he finally looked back at her, he was pissed. He shook his head at her, and Sam suddenly felt bad. He looked at Sara and told her to go hail a cab for the both of them, that he was going to say goodbye and then take her home. She smirked at Sam and threw her an "I win" look as she walked away.

Adam said goodbye to everyone, before he turned to Sam with a look a pure contempt on his face. He pulled her aside. "What the fuck is your damn problem? Huh? What? Is it hard for you to comprehend that maybe she likes me the way I am, that I have someone to love me? I can't believe you Sam! You did this, all of this, for what? To show me what? That you can dress up like a whore and try to make me forget about what is important me? Well, I've got news for you Samantha. I could care less what you look like, because deep down, you're nothing but a whore and a skank, and you are jealous of Sara. Well, congratulations, you've showed me what I am definitely not missing! Do me a favor, don't talk to me for a while, okay? Because I don't think I can deal with you for a while." He walked away, leaving Sam in the middle of the dance floor, stunned that so much anger could come out of such a gentle, sweet man.

Tears started to well up in her eyes, as she watched him walk away from her. The entire team had heard what he had said, and when she realized that, she felt even worse. He was right; she was acting like a whore. She had flirted all night, not just with him, but with Mac, with Hawkes, with Flack, hell, even Danny, who was married and had a brand-new baby at home wasn't safe from her flirtatious smiles and suggestive jokes. She had to get out of there, where they couldn't see her. She gathered up her coat and purse and left.

When she got home, safely behind her closed door, she finally let herself break down and cry. She took of the evil dress that had ruined her perfect night, and put on her favorite PJs and crawled into bed.

What the hell had she been thinking? Acting like she did? She should have known better, hell; she was raised better than that. Why, why, why had she done that? It made no sense to her. She knew that from the beginning, that he was with someone else. What was her problem? This wasn't something she would have normally done! She felt so stupid! Why this guy? What was so special about Adam Ross anyways? He was the same as all the others she knew, he was a guy after all, they are all the same. She cried for two hours straight, all the while trying to figure out why this one was so special. And then, just as she was too exhausted to cry anymore, it hit her. But as soon as it did, it brought on a whole new wave of tears.

"No, no, no, no!!!" she told herself. "Why me? Why Adam? Why couldn't have been a single guy? I am not, am not, I repeat, am not, in love with Adam Ross!" But she knew she was just lying to herself. She loved him, was in love with him. A man that was not only taken, but had let her know exactly what he thought of her. He was disgusted with her, never wanted to see her again. And on top of that, she would have to see him every day. She would have a constant reminder, every single day, what was within reach but still unreachable, what she could have had, but now would never get, of what she wanted but could not have. This was what Sam thought about when fatigue overcame her body, and she drifted off to sleep, dreaming about the man she loved but couldn't ever be with, and worried about how she was going to get through work tomorrow.

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