CHAPTER FOUR

"It's confirmed. The blood in David's apartment is Sam's," Danny stated slamming the file on his desk. He sat down and sighed. He looked to Martin who looked to his feet. "Sam must have figured out what David was planning," Danny said. "And he took her to shut her up." He sat at his desk trying to find anything about David Johnson that would be useful. "I really think that he also is the one who took Kyra. But for what? And what would he do with Sam?"

Martin sat on the corner of Danny's desk. He began to swing one leg with apprehension. "I have no idea. But Sam knows, and if we want to save the both of them, then we'd better find out too." Martin looked to the window. He watched the dark, ominous clouds looming in the sky. He fixed his gaze on Danny. "Why didn't she call me? I would have helped her. If she called me then we wouldn't be in this situation. David would be arrested, and Sam would be with me." He had finally told Danny what had been racing through his mind since the night he woke up to an empty bed.

"We all know that Sam is stubborn. When she gets something in her mind, it's very hard to convince her otherwise," Danny said. He stood up and stared at Martin. "I've known her forever. I think she gets it from me."

Martin's lips curled up into a small smile. A faint gleam in his eyes made the mode less tense. Only a little.

"Ah-ha," Danny shouted. He stood up on his feet and pointed to Martin. A smile appeared on his face. "I can still make you smile in times of great sadness."

Martin laughed and rolled his eyes as he got up and walked away. He walked over to his desk and began to do a background check for David Johnson. His eyes followed the words laid out on the page. As each word was read and analyzed, Martin's sorrowful expression turned into hope.

The words that lay on the computer were glorious. He had found out that David had once worked in an auto body shop, and, of course, he was fired for drug possession. Martin immediately typed in Speedy Auto Shop into the search engine. Once again, his eyes scanned the myriad of words displayed on the computer screen.

"Hey guys, I have something," Martin announced. His face literally lit up. He turned to his colleagues who rushed to his desk. "David worked at an auto shop but was fired. It has since been shut down. It could be where David took Sam and Kyra."

"Okay, let's get going," Jack announced. He flicked on his FBI boss mode and handed out orders.

Within the hour, Vivian and Danny were at the former Speedy Auto Shop. The SWAT team was right behind them.

Martin stayed behind with Jack. He sat at his desk fidgeting with just about anything he could find. He played with the invisible creases on his jacket and the buttons on his shirt. His mind never travelled away from Samantha. Waiting for the news was killing him. He couldn't sit still, and, to Jack, his face had trepidation written all over it.

Suddenly, Jack's cell phone sprang to life. Martin jumped out of his chair and ran to him. He stood only a few feet away trying to listen in on the other line, but his ears were not cooperating. Instead, Martin settled with staring at his boss intently.

"She's not there?" Jack said into the phone. His face configured into confusion.

Martin's face fell. He walked back to his desk, disappointment written all over it. As soon as he sat down, he felt a chill of recollection run through his veins. This very chair reminded him of Samantha.

-Flashback-

It had been a long day of nothing but sweat and hard work. It was late. They had just found a runaway teen that they had been looking for for days. Martin and Samantha were the only ones left in the office due to paper work.

Martin was growing tired. A yawn proclaimed his mouth as he let out a groan. His hand shot up to cover his mouth. Tears began to trail down his cheeks. It had been so long since he got up from his desk that he couldn't even remember when the last time he was on his feet.

"Sleepy?" came a familiar voice.

Martin swiveled his chair around to see a beautiful blonde standing in front of him. A smile crept upon his face. "Yeah," he muttered, trying to stifle another yawn.

Samantha walked over and sat on his lap. She placed her hands on his cheek and stared into his eyes. Her face was soft and tender.

Martin could see the love in her eyes. The gleam in her eyes melted him instantly. He suddenly felt the love and affection that he felt when he first saw her. He smiled a warm smile.

"Well maybe I can fix that," she said as she leaned in to kiss him. She moved painstakingly slow as her lips neared his.

When the space between them closed, Martin gave in instantly. He let himself mold into her. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Their tongues tasted each other's mouth; their breathing had seized to exist.

Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck. Martin could feel his neck tingle at the gentle touch of her arms. It was a feeling that he never got tired of. Another feeling that he would never get tired of was the sensation of her lips on his. Their kisses were full of passion, love, desire.

The kiss had lasted a long while until they could no longer hold their breath.

The first thing that Martin saw was Samantha's smile. "Is that better?" She cocked her head to the side waiting for his answer. Her eyes sparkled in admiration.

"No, I'm still tired," he said, placing a soft hand on her cheek and drawing her near.

They kissed again; this time more intense and with more ecstasy.

-End Flashback-

Martin smiled at the warm moment. He remembered that they had sat in his desk chair for close to an hour making out. Needless to say, they didn't really get any work done that night. His lips began to tingle at just the thought. He brought his pointer and middle finger to his lips, and then he looked at them as if his hands were covered in blood. Tears sprang to life in his eyes. The salty substance trailed down Martin's cheek in a perfect line; it rested on his lips. He licked the tear from his mouth. He stared at the piping hot coffee that was resting on his desk.

He missed her so much. He wanted nothing more than to hold her close to him and tell her how much he loves her. It hurt more because he knew he couldn't. Samantha was out there somewhere, scared, alone, and bleeding. It pained him to not know where she was. It was a new experience for him, not knowing. To some extent, Martin felt that that was possibly the worst part.

More tears began to flood down his cheek. His vision became cloudy as the room began to blur into a mixture of colors. He stared at the computer, almost mesmerized by the screen saver. He was sure that Samantha was in the abandoned auto shop; he was so disappointed when she wasn't. His hope was replaced with worry. He had never felt so helpless in his life. His body grew weak as he realized that he had been up for almost twelve hours with only four hours of sleep and no food. Suddenly his stomach began to rumble.

A few minutes later, Martin found himself in the break room, absentmindedly staring inside the refrigerator. He was enjoying the cooling sensation that covered his body.

"If you get any closer to the fridge, you're going to be inside it," a vague voice sounded.

Martin jumped. He closed the refrigerator door and whipped his head around, shock registered on his face. Vivian was leaning against the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and there was a smile plastered on her face.

"Viv, hi, I was just…"

"Staring blankly into the fridge," Vivian finished. Her eyes grew wide with humor. She stepped in the break room and walked over to him.

Martin's body relaxed. It was as if he was a withering plant. "That obvious?" He walked over to the table and pulled out a seat to sit down. "I thought I was hungry, but I can't eat."

Vivian grabbed a sandwich from the refrigerator and sat down beside Martin. "How are you doing?" she asked in a calm voice. Her face was contorted into compassion.

"I'd be lying if I told you I was fine." He stared in her eyes.

Vivian reached over and grabbed his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "She'll be alright. When we find her, you'll realize that you were worried for no reason."

Martin looked up and smiled at her. "Really?" he said raising one eyebrow. "Everybody seems to be worried about her, including you."

"Of course, we're all worried. It wouldn't be the same without Sam," she concluded. She lowered her eyes. She broke her sandwich in half and handed half to Martin. "Here, you need to eat something."

Martin looked up at Vivian and smiled. He graciously extended his hand and took the delicious treat. Martin stared at the sandwich before taking a bit. He was thinking about what she had said. It was true. Everybody was worried about her. He had just been too blind to see it.

"Do we have any new leads?" he asked.

"No," she offered. "Danny, Jack, and Elena are trying to find anything that they can on David. Everything that we find is a dead end."

Martin raised his head and simply said, "oh."

Vivian stood up from her seat. "Jack said that you can take your time," she pronounced before flashing him her teeth.

Martin's eyes followed Vivian before turning them to the ceiling. He stared, breathing at the ceiling. "I will find you, Samantha Spade," he muttered to the air.

XxX

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Still to come........In chapter five, find out what David did to Samantha!