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Chapter Two

It had been two weeks since their indiscretion, and Sam's life was a mess. She hated herself, knowing that she was in love with Martin and that he didn't know that, and at the same time knowing that she had slept with his best friend.

Why did she have such a good knack at screwing up other peoples lives at the same time that she screwed up her own?

She still hadn't had a chance to talk to Danny about what was going on between them. Actually that was a lie, she had no intention of talking to him about it, and had every intention of avoiding the issue until she had reformed her ways, joined a convent, and re-declared herself to be a virgin.

Okay so that definitely wasn't going to happen, but in the mean time, all she could do was sit at her desk, pine over her lost love, work this stupid case and worry about Viv's pending heart surgery.

God she needed to get a life.

Oh wait, I forgot, I do have one; one where I destroy other's.

"Talking to yourself?" Sitting at her desk, Sam looked up to see Jack's face leaning down over the top bench.

Sam looked away from him, feeling embarrassed. "No, no, just, ahh"

"Never mind, I won't hold it against you." He smiled, walking around and leaning against the desk beside her. "What are you still doing here?" He asked, crossing his arms.

Sam glanced out the window, seeing the darkness of the sky and the bright lights from the surrounding buildings. "Just finishing up this report." She turned, forcing a smile, trying in vain to get rid of him.

Jack nodded, clearly not convinced. "Was Paige transferred cleanly."

Sam nodded, still hoping that he would leave her alone. "As well as can be expected." She forced that smile on again. "How's Viv?" She knew that was the reason he had left the moment the case was wrapped up, and was probably back here now to get his paperwork done.

Jack nodded, rolling his head from side to side. "She's good. Marcus told me there was a brief moment when the doctor's thought she was bad, but she's okay. I was going to talk to her, but decided I'd go in tomorrow some time when she was awake and wouldn't make me feel bad about it."

Sam nodded, realizing she wasn't going to get away from Jack unless she was the one to leave, made a move to turn off her computer.

"Any way," his voice continued. "I just wanted to make sure everything went well here."

Again, Sam nodded. "Yeah, Martin and Danny took Teno about five minutes ago." Jack nodded silently, still watching her. "Is everything okay, Jack?"

"Are you okay?" He asked her in return, talking quietly as though he didn't want anyone to hear their conversation, which amused Sam given there was practically no-one left in the office.

"I asked you first, but yeah, I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?" She responded. "Are you still concerned that Martin's affecting my work?" She asked.

Great, already once today he had asked her – not straight out – whether she was okay or not, and she had lied to him. Of course Martin was affecting her, but not in the way that he thought. She knew he thought that she was upset about how they had worked out, and that was true. But how could she tell him that she was really 'not okay' because on the same day that he broke up with her, she went off and slept with his best friend?

"You just haven't been yourself these past couple of weeks." He merely shrugged.

Sam sighed. "Like I said to you this afternoon, I'm fine."

Jack nodded, but she knew he wasn't convinced. "Well, again, I'll see you tomorrow."

Sam watched him leave after parting compliments, thinking about what he'd said, before she herself picked up her things and headed out. Maybe she should just post a memo that stated that she would gladly shoot any person who again asked her if she was okay, after all, she had a gun and knew how to use it.

But of course, guns never solved anything, and more than likely she would wind up in jail, or on death row because she killed a federal agent. God, why did she have to work for the FBI?

Outside the office, a light drizzle was beginning. Sam groaned as she felt the moisture falling from the sky, knowing her hair would explode into a ball of fuzz.

"The sooner I get a cab and get home, the better." She said to herself, raising her arm on the curb and jumping in the first cab that stopped.

She hadn't been sitting on the sex-smelling back seat for more than five minutes when her phone rang. Oh and that was another thing, how was it that she was the one who ended up on call this weekend? She'd been on call for the past three weekends and she was sick of it. It was Friday night, all she wanted to do, was go home and either sleep or get very drunk, and spend the following two days recovering.

"Dammit; stupid job." She muttered under her breath, searching through her bag before finding the annoying article, flipping it open and answering it.

"Sam it's me," Jack's voice was urgent and worried. "There's been an accident."

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