Miss Independent

MS Set after S5 'The Thing With Feathers' Why didn't Martin help Samantha move the box?

Disclaimer: My Muse, my imagination and my dreams are all mine (but can be rented for a high fee). I'm sure if I owned the cast and characters we would have an enormous amount of fun (but I don't. I'm just borrowing them).

A/N:- This is AU in terms of characterisation but I felt like writing some WAT fluff which is very hard to do nowadays.

'Miss Independent'– Kelly Clarkson

Martin was just clearing his desk and getting ready to head home when his friend and colleague walked in looking thoroughly exhausted. "She going to be okay?"

Vivian nodded. "Yeah, I think she's going to try and make the most of the time she's got left." She sighed, taking down the Missing-Person's photo from the whiteboard.

"You should go home and get some rest." Martin said pulling on his coat and grabbing his bag.

"You too. I'll see you in the morning." Vivian said, giving him a small smile.

He nodded and started walking down the corridor to the elevators. It was nice to end the day on a relative good note especially when he had woken up this morning in such a good mood. Looked like things were finally going right in his life.

As the elevator doors slid open, a huge grin grew on his face. "Hello." He said smiling at the only other person in there as he stepped in.

"I'm not talking to you." Came the reply accompanied by a pout and the crossing of arms.

"Oh really? Why not?" Martin asked, running a hand up and down her back.

"You know why." Samantha huffed.

"Do I?" Martin asked quietly, not really paying attention to her sulking efforts as he smoothed the hair away from her face and started kissing down her neck softly.

"You and Danny ganging up against me? It's not funny." Samantha said, half-heartedly attempting to move out of his grasp but failing miserably.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Martin said, feigning innocence.

"The forty-pound box?" Samantha said glaring at him, trying to move but he had backed her into the corner of the elevator, his fingers fiddling with the hem of her blouse.

"Ahh." Martin chuckled. "I'm sorry Sam but you can't throw that one at me! Is it or is it not true that last weekend a certain someone insisted on moving all their boxes of belongings from the van outside up to my apartment by themselves?"

"That's different…."

"And did I or did I not attempt to try and help several times?"

"Boxes of my clothes are obviously not as heavy as …."

"And did you or did you not insist that just because you were a girl it didn't mean you couldn't carry heavy boxes yourself?" Martin pushed, enjoying making her squirm.

"I -, You - , I didn't mean …" She said falling back into a pout.

"Is this going to mean you don't want to move in with me anymore?" Martin asked attempting to look worried but only managing amused. Samantha mumbled something inaudible and Martin laughed aloud. "I'll make it up to you." He promised, moving in for a kiss before they reached the lobby.

Samantha held his gaze and waited until his lips brushed hers before moving out of his reach and walking out of the elevator as the doors opened. "You carry the rest of my stuff up and then we'll talk!" She called back over her shoulder with a smirk, walking quickly to the exit.

Martin jogged to keep up with her. "You drive a hard bargain Agent Spade, I'll have to think about it." He said slinging his arm around her shoulders and leaning down and giving her a quick kiss as they walked out into the cool New York evening. Despite the squabble about the moving of boxes, things were finally really great with them.