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Hey guys  This is just a one-off for me, set after one of my favorite episodes. Just a little musing of what I wish could have happened after the episode. Hope you enjoy!
Title: Potential.
Author: Broni.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: Post ep ‘Manhunt’.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Summary: She didn’t want the good times to stop, that’s all.
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Samantha climbed the stairs up to her apartment with tired and heavy legs.
It had been an incredibly hectic day from minute one and though all day she’d felt energetic and eager to help, tonight, it was all coming back to her and her body was struggling to handle it. She’d waited around the office, finishing her report on Mike Gerard’s kidnapping and hoping that Martin would come by and talk to her.
But he never showed. A small part of her was surprised. The rest knew he’d avoid her.
Their argument on the stoop that morning hung over them all day, and she knew already that things would change between them because of it.
Why didn’t she want to go to the basketball game with him? She did, more than anything. But the possibility of the people that they worked with seeing them and then giving them an opportunity the next day to hound them with questions, it didn’t appeal to her. She didn’t want people sticking their noses into her personal life. They didn’t have a right to.
Of course, however, she wanted to scream from the rooftop that she was seeing an incredible man who made her very happy. But was it really anyone else’s business? Why should they tell other people? Let them find out in their own time and hopefully keep it to themselves. She wanted to be able to come home at the end of a long day with Martin and curl up with him.
If other people knew, they’d invite them out for drinks and dinner, and take up all the spare time they had to do the couple thing. She didn’t like that very much. She liked spending time with her partner behind closed doors, where she could truly be herself and show him what she felt for him, where they could talk without anyone else overhearing.
But Martin wasn’t like that, and if she wanted to hold onto him, they had to reach a compromise.
Reaching the top of the staircase, she released a weak groan as she turned to head towards her apartment door, but was surprised by the figure leaning on the wall, staring down at the cell phone in his hand. “Martin?”
He turned his head slowly and offered her a weak smile. “Hey.”
“Hi.” She walked up to him, surprised to see him there. “I thought you went home already.”
“I was on my way there but didn’t make it.”
She nodded taking her keys out of her pocket but not moving to unlock the door just yet. “I called you a few times.”
“I know.” He glanced back at his phone and discarded it into his pocket, which she noticed was the same FBI windbreaker he’d worn earlier. “I thought I’d stop by instead of call back. Is that all right?”
Samantha offered him a smile. “Yeah, of course, that’s fine.”
“Thanks.” He rubbed at his eyes with a heavy sigh. He looked exhausted.
“Are you okay?” Samantha reached out removing his hand from his face, taking a step closer and trying to make eye contact.
He met her gaze but didn’t say anything, simply stared. Instead, he reached a hand down towards her waist and pulled her closer, his lips meeting hers in a searing kiss that took her by surprise. Samantha didn’t expect him to want any contact with her tonight. She expected him to spend the night alone, to get his head together and rest.
He was here though, and she wasn’t going to push him away. He needed her for something. She would usually assume it was for physical comfort, for sex. But Martin wasn’t that type of guy. He’d like to cuddle and he’d want to talk at the same time, nothing more. Samantha was the one who usually initiated sex.
One of her arms wrapped around his waist while the other moved to the back of his neck, holding his head against hers. Their tongues dueled and hands wondered. She wanted to help him and ran her mind rampant searching for the right thing to say or the right thing to do. She preferred him to take the lead, but it didn’t say much for her efforts. She wanted to do something for him.
“You two should take that inside,” one of Samantha’s neighbors stated as she shuffled past.
Samantha knew the voice immediately, Glenda Williams, a seventy-something year old woman who seemed to take great enjoyment in making everyone’s business a part of her daily life. She was nice, which was why Samantha hadn’t given into temptation and yelled at her thus far. But she was nosy. The day after Samantha and Martin first got together, she bumped into them in the hallway out the front of Samantha’s apartment and tried to get as many answers out of them as she could, doing her best to butt into their business.
It was beyond a joke and drove both Samantha and Martin mad.
Their lips quickly parted and Samantha sent Glenda a dirty look, but the woman didn’t notice. She had her purse and walking stick so was on her way out. She passed them quickly, disappearing into the elevator at the far end of the hall.
“I should go,” Martin breathed, looking down at his shoes.
“Are you sure?” Samantha grabbed her keys out of her pocket again. “You can come in, have a drink and stay over the night.” He glanced at her silently. “You look like you could use the company is all.”
Martin reluctantly nodded. “Okay.” He waited for Samantha to unlock the front door before he followed her inside, locking it behind him.
Samantha hung her coat up and walked into the kitchen, getting them both a hot cup of tea. “How are you doing now?” she called from the kitchen.
“Fine,” he replied, taking a seat on her sofa, his arms leaning on his bent knees and eyes taking in his surroundings.
She nodded slowly. “Quite a dramatic ending, don’t you think?”
“Not really.”
“You were almost shot, Martin.” She filled two cups with hot water and added the tea bags, dunking them a few times the way they both liked before discarding them, adding milk and bringing them into the living room.
He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m fine.”
“Why did you get in that car?” She sat beside him and stared intently, holding her hot cup tight in her hands while he set his on the coffee table in front of them.
“Someone had to,” he breathed. “It’s no big deal.”
Samantha shifted closer to him. “It is a big deal, Martin.”
“Can we not talk about it?” He met her gaze imploringly. “Please?”
She offered him a small smile, wanting more than anything to tell him about her fears of what could have happened to him that afternoon. She wanted to hear his thoughts on it and reassure him that it wasn’t his fault that Mike got in that situation, even though Martin was right there seconds before it happened. But she couldn’t.
If he didn’t want it, there wasn’t much she could do about it.
Wordlessly, he reached forward for the remote on the coffee table and turned the TV on, finding a basketball game and sitting back, watching it. “This looks good,” he breathed.
Samantha didn’t reply. The moment she saw the game, she felt guilty. She didn’t want to be reminded of their argument that morning. She already sensed that it was what drove him to push himself that hard in finding Mike. He wanted to put his irritation to the side and focus solely on something besides her and the frustration she was obviously causing him.
Now it felt like he was rubbing it in her face, but she’d let him.
They sat back for a little while, drinking their tea and watching the game though Samantha’s mind was far from it.
She knew Martin couldn’t have been okay with how the case turned out, that he’d locked himself in that car with Brian Stone, a young child and a loaded gun. How could he? He had pushed himself and tortured himself throughout the entire day to get the case done, and though she hadn’t been with him the whole time, she knew it’d gotten to him.
The fact he wasn’t talking much or looking at her right now spoke volumes. At some point during the game, she reached a hand out towards him and crept her fingers through his hair. She sometimes did this when they’d share some post-sex cuddling. It was during those moments that she felt like she was able to be herself without any barriers. Martin was the only one to see that side of her.
And now, seeing him so down, she pushed through her own fears and did what she wanted to without inhibition. Her fingers grazed his scalp and she glanced at him every so often, noticing his eyes no longer focused on the game. They were somewhere else, as she suspected his mind was. But asking wouldn’t get him to open up. She couldn’t push him. She’d been doing that enough, apparently.
When she glanced at him during another ad break, she was surprised to find Martin’s eyes intently focused on her, and then a split second later, yet again, his lips on hers.
“Martin?” she mumbled, keeping her hand in his hair but her other hand moved up to his chest, trying to push him back a bit. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to talk,” he replied, this time meeting her gaze seriously. Samantha opened her mouth to question it, to nudge him just a little bit, but he covered her mouth with his again, silencing her. “Please, just give me this.”
Samantha reluctantly nodded and leaned in, kissing him and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Feeling his fingers tugging at her body, she crawled closer and got situated on his lap. She kept one hand in his hair, trailing over the back of his neck and along his jaw, and her other hand moved down to caress his hip and back.
After a few minutes of kissing, they got up and made it into Samantha’s bedroom, their clothes showing their path along the floor and bodies soon entwined on the covers.
She did everything she could to assure Martin that she was there for him, no matter what their differences were. They may see their relationship somewhat differently, or what they wanted to get from their relationship, but she still cared about him, a lot. She opened up to him in many ways even if he didn’t completely recognize that.
And though she didn’t tell him too often, she worried about him. Anytime they had to go into the field, she’d give him a look and a smile, just to let him know that she was all right and she hoped he would be too. He always sent her one in return. It comforted her, knowing that he would have her back, or that he would do everything he could to ensure she was all right. It wasn’t a one-way street though.
They had sex, and it was wonderful, like it had been so far in their relationship. His body was on top of hers taking control, and she let him. She wanted him to feel like something was being manipulated the way he wanted for the first time that day.
Samantha moaned his name and caressed his skin as much as she could, doing her best to be there for him, to understand him and let him have a pleasant night.
They came together and crept beneath the sheets. Her fingers resumed their place in his hair as they curled up and dozed.
~*~
A few hours later, Samantha heard movement in her apartment and her eyes flashed open.
The lights were off in her bedroom still but there was a light shining through the bottom of the door. And she was alone in the bed. Martin, she hoped, was still around. She sat up with a yawn and ran a hand through her tousled hair. She felt Martin fall asleep in her arms earlier and thought she felt him pull away not long later, but she was too tired to find out why.
Now, it was a little before midnight, and he wasn’t asleep and possibly alone. That worried her.
Looking around the room in the dark and in her hazy state, she found his work shirt on the floor, sliding her arms through the bigger sleeves and doing up a few of the buttons, loving the feeling of it against her skin. And the smell, oh the smell, it was uniquely Martin. It was a scent that she loved having in her apartment and on her every day.
She made her way into the kitchen, finding Martin at the sink standing on only one foot. He was bent over looking at the other one, clutching it in both hands and muttering under his breath.
“Everything okay?” she asked, watching his head whip around and a very small smile creep onto his face. He did look rather tired. She guessed he couldn’t sleep.
He nodded weakly, wiping one of his hands on his sweatpants. Samantha couldn’t help but stare at his bare chest, admiring the view. “Yeah, I stubbed my toe.”
“Have a seat,” she directed, motioning to one of the kitchen chairs. “Let me have a look.”
Martin did as he was told, wincing as he lifted his leg for her to have a look. “Do you have Band-Aids?”
Samantha nodded. “Sure.” She grabbed a few things from the bathroom and brought them back into the kitchen, sitting and pulling his foot into her lap. She cleaned the little bit of blood off his foot and bandaged it up for him. “How’s that? Not too tight?”
“No, it’s perfect.” He rubbed at his eyes with a tired sigh, his foot still in her lap. “Did I wake you?”
She shrugged weakly, not wanting to admit the truth. “I have trouble sleeping alone these days.”
“Me too.”
“Then why are you awake?”
One of her hands began unconsciously rubbing his foot and he met her gaze. “Guess I’m not as settled with the case as I thought I was.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” she offered.
“I just… I can’t help but feel responsible for it,” he finally admitted, his shoulders slumping as the words fell from his lips. “I ran right past them and didn’t think twice. They seemed like a father and son having a typical pre-school day spat. How could I have been that stupid? I mean what kind of an agent am I if I can’t see a simple kidnapping in progress?”
Samantha sighed. “Martin-.”
“And then getting into the car with them? When Brian had a gun?” He threw his hands up and shifted in his seat, getting more agitated the more he thought about it. “You know I could be fired for that. Hell I could have gotten myself killed, and then what? I just, I don’t know what I was thinking, diving into the whole thing like that.”
“You were looking out for Mike,” Samantha replied. “Yeah getting into that car was a bit irrational, but you talked Brian down, you did everything we’re supposed to do in those situations. I think you should be applauded for what you did, not fired. It was scary that you went in there but incredibly brave.”
Martin nodded slowly. “Were you scared? When you found out I went in the car like that?”
The corners of her lips inched up a touch. “Yeah, I was, terrified. I just didn’t want to show it.” His lips parted as he was about to say something, but Martin quickly shut his mouth and nodded, letting his eyes fall from hers. “I’m not good at showing many things, I guess, but I am trying.”
“I know you are,” he breathed, but his voice was monotone.
Samantha kept her eyes on him, feeling a lump in her throat, all of her nerves on edge. “Do you?”
“I…” He trailed off and looked at his foot that she was now massaging with both hands.
“Look Martin… we’re not just sleeping together,” she finally breathed, trying to go over all the thoughts that had assaulted her since their argument that morning. “In my eyes we have never just been sleeping together. I don’t… I want for us to keep it to ourselves because if other people know, then what we share, our happiness could stop. I don’t want to lose that.” She looked down at his foot too, her hands trembling as she opened up to him, something she was still getting used to, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to be closed off from him. “But I am losing it, aren’t I?”
He pulled his foot from her grasp and shifted his chair closer to her; moving a hand to her chin and tilting her head up so their eyes could meet. “We’ll be okay, Sam. We’ll work around our differences.”
“Can we do it at half time?” Martin frowned and tilted his head, confused. “I just mean that when I go to basketball games, I like to concentrate on the game, but we can talk during the breaks.”
Martin’s entire face lit up. “Wednesday night then?”
She smiled. “It’s a date.”
Already, she knew that Wednesday she’d be a nervous wreck. She knew that she would be worried about people seeing them on television, or at the actual game. But was that really worth losing Martin over? She didn’t want to lose him, to lose what they shared. If she had to change so he could be happy with her, then that’s what she had to do.
It would be a good night for the two of them, and every day after that. She just had to trust him.
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« Reply #1 on Nov 8, 2009, 12:12pm » | |
Ah that was really sweat. If only that happened in the show things might have been so different for them as a couple.
Great one off fic really enjoyed it.
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« Reply #2 on Nov 8, 2009, 3:11pm » | |
I loved this! What a wonderful one-off fic!
I liked that we got to see the situation from Sam's point of view and to see how she felt.
Liked that she was upset that Martin left the office without talking to her.
And what a role-change : Martin wanting sex, not talking; Sam wanting to talk and giving in to Martin where sex was concerned.
It was clever the way you had Sam take care of his injured toe, which led to her taking care of his emotional needs - listening to him finally open up about the case and voicing her fears for him when he got into that car.
I loved how she opened up completely about her thoughts on their relationship and how she finally took the leap of faith and agreed to go to the game with him. Nice the way she told him too!!
This fic was exactly the way I wish things had turned out on the show!!
Thanks for posting it Broni!! Lifted my little heart no end!!! 
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« Reply #3 on Nov 8, 2009, 11:39pm » | |
If only, if only!!!
I love your one-shots!! This was absolutely perfect and EXACTLY what the stupid writers should have done with Sam and Martin!!
Thanks for sharing!!! You're a gem!
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« Reply #4 on Nov 9, 2009, 12:07am » | |
Absolutely perfect! Only thing to make it better was to get to "see" them at the game and the aftermath! Wonderful job!
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« Reply #5 on Nov 9, 2009, 5:00pm » | |
Aww... that was so sweet! I'm glad they both put forth the effort to keep their sinking relationship afloat. Especially Sam. If she'd been more selfless like that more often things would've been a heck of a lot different!!
That was awesome Broni!
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« Reply #6 on Nov 9, 2009, 5:52pm » | |
Manhunt was one of my favorite episodes. Thanks for making the episode complete. Great job.
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« Reply #7 on Nov 15, 2009, 3:33pm » | |
i loved loved loved this!!! i so wish this was the way that the episode went!!! it would have been so much better like this!!!
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