Post by Broni on Apr 21, 2013 8:34:07 GMT -5
Title: Doing Great.
Author: Broni.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: Post-ep ‘Fall Out 2’.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Summary: From one friend to another.
~*~
He handed over the money and sent the cashier a smile, grabbing the bouquet of flowers and teddy bear before turning and heading out of the small gift store.
Finally he’d made it to the hospital to see her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it’d just been a very busy day or so, wrapping up the case of Barry Mashburn’s hostage situation and the fallout from Samantha’s shooting. He still couldn’t believe that she had been shot. It was surreal. One moment she was handling the situation perfectly, the next minute she was bleeding out on the bookstore floor.
Martin was surprised but was more thankful that she was alive and well.
He headed to the elevator and pressed the button, being taken up to her room.
On the whole, he still didn’t feel like he knew Samantha very well. They got along when they had to and had shared the odd quip here and there, but he didn’t feel like he knew the real her, so he was a bit nervous to show up, especially with gifts. Would she appreciate them? Or laugh him in the face? She was a hard person to read.
He did know that she didn’t talk about her past, which was fair enough. He didn’t like to talk about his past either. Well some aspects of it more than others, of course. He didn’t mind talking about his family. Samantha, however, well he didn’t know anything about her family. He knew that she wasn’t a native New Yorker, but that’s about it.
How long would it be until she’d open up to him more and see him more as a friend then merely as a colleague? He’d tried to be approachable and nice, but it seemed that wasn’t enough. Danny was a tough nut to crack, and he’d only just managed to break through his tough exterior with that OPR investigation.
Vivian and Jack, well they went with the tide with new people it seemed, but Samantha… she was different. She was wary and cautious with new people.
Hopefully the meds would help him out a bit and loosen Samantha up.
Stepping up to the room he was told was hers Martin approached slowly, but upon hearing familiar voices inside, walked inside with a smile. “I didn’t know this was the party ward,” he quipped.
In front of him lay Samantha, her eyes tired, face a lighter shade to what he was used to and body covered with the white blanket and sheet. Her golden hair was pulled back in a ponytail but some tendrils were loose and tucked behind her ears. If he didn’t know she’d been shot, he wouldn’t have guessed as much. She just looked tired.
Danny and Vivian occupied the two visitor’s chairs on either side of her bed, and all of them were smiling. There were bouquets of flowers next to the bed on the bedside table and shelves that were surrounding the bed, and a big bunch of ‘Get Well’ balloons. He suspected those came from Danny. He seemed to enjoy embarrassing and annoying Samantha at times.
They all looked up at him as he stepped into the room, their smiles not disappearing. This was a nice change! “Hey Martin,” Vivian replied. “Someone just woke up from a nap and is a bit groggy.”
“Tired are you?” Martin asked, looking at Danny with a broad grin.
Danny rolled his eyes. “Very funny, rookie. Took you long enough to get here.”
“I chose to get my report out of the way rather than let all that paperwork pile up,” Martin admitted with a smile. “As much as I’d like to talk about you all day, as we usually do, I’m here to see someone else.” He walked up to Samantha and leant down, kissing her forehead. “How are you doing college girl?”
She nodded weakly. “Okay. Well aside from sore, tired, bed-ridden…”
“That’s good to hear.” He gestured to all the gifts as he set his bunch of flowers among them. “Looks like I was beaten to the gift shop.”
Samantha shook her head. “Thank you, I appreciate them.” Her eyes landed on the teddy bear and she reached for it. “I’ll hold that one. Haven’t gotten one of these yet.”
Martin smiled as she held it close, running her fingers lazily over its soft fabric. “At least I’m first in something.”
Looking down at her watch, Vivian sighed. “Well if you’re staying for a while Martin, I might head off, get started on that paperwork you mentioned.”
“You don’t have to leave because I got here,” Martin interjected.
“I don’t need a minder, Viv,” Samantha replied, rolling her eyes and not looking too impressed.
Danny stood with a smile. “The jury’s out on that one Sam. You rest and I’ll see you tomorrow night, all right? I’ll swing by in the evening with some food.”
“Can you call before you get here?” she asked. “The doctor said I have to get plenty of rest and my appetite honestly isn’t what it was yesterday.”
He nodded. “Consider it done.” They both leaned down and kissed Samantha’s cheek, bidding her and Martin a goodnight before disappearing out the door.
Once they were out of the room, Martin took a breath and smiled awkwardly at Samantha. “I have to admit, I didn’t know I was this good at dispersing a crowd. Maybe I should have become a traffic cop?”
“That’s cute,” Samantha breathed with a weak smile. She shifted on the bed and he could see her brow furrow slightly. “Mmm this bed is a killer.”
“Do you want me to call the nurse?” He stood and looked around for the call button, but Samantha reached a hand out to stop him. “Are you sure?”
She reached for another control on her lap and pressed the button. “Yeah, it’s just the pain. It comes and goes. I have to get used to using this morphine drip.”
“Oh.” Martin waited a few seconds so she could let the medication seep into her and get comfortable on the bed, watching her carefully. “I can come back another time.”
“It’s fine, really.” She opened her eyes and offered him a tiny smile.
Martin took a breath. “How much pain are you in?”
“Barely any.”
But he didn’t buy it. “Really Sam, how much?”
“Well…” She shut her eyes and licked her lips, shifting a little bit more on the bed but careful not to move her bad leg. “Quite a lot, actually. It’s uh… getting shot is probably the worst thing in the world.”
He smiled weakly, filling up a plastic cup on the nightstand with some water from a pitcher and handing it to her, seeing that her lips were dry. “I’ll have to trust you on that one.”
Samantha sipped from the straw gently. “Oh thanks. How’d you know I was thirsty?”
“Just a good guesser.” He waited for her to finish off the entire cup before placing it back on the table, turning his attention back to her, his arms folded in his lap as he leant on his thighs. “So… how are you doing?”
Samantha smiled weakly and shook her head. “Everyone keeps asking me that.”
“What do you tell them?” he replied.
“That I’m tired, in a bit of pain and waiting for that token hot male nurse to finally give me a sponge bath,” she quipped with a small chuckle.
Martin nodded weakly. “Why aren’t you telling me the same thing?”
“You seem to be able to read me better than that,” she replied, “or at least prefer to hear the real answer.”
“Guess I need to work on my poker face,” he joked.
She chuckled. “Maybe.” She brought a hand up and he could see her movements were slow and a bit clumsy as she pushed some hair behind her ear. The medication was probably kicking in and he knew it wouldn’t be long until she was fast asleep. “I hate being here and I hate that my own gun shot me. I should have done better in there.”
But Martin shook his head. “You did the right thing. If it were me, I would have done the same, still got shot but probably in a much worse place.”
That brought a smile to her face. “That’d be a hell of a thing to have in a report.”
“And in my Christmas letter to the family,” he added.
“Yeah.” She chuckled once more and let her eyes shut, but still turned her head to face him. “If I fall asleep in a moment, thanks for visiting.”
He shrugged and instinctively reached for her hand, grazing his fingers over her warm and very smooth skin. “I’ll be back tomorrow. There’ll be plenty of time for you to thank me.”
“I guessed as much.” She moved one of her fingers and grazed his, sending a shiver to course up his spine and make the hairs on his head and on the back of his neck stand up. It was completely unexpected but he couldn’t keep from smiling. “Can you do something for me?”
Her voice was a bit raspier as she was quickly being drawn closer to sleep, so Martin shifted closer straining to hear her. “What’s that?”
Samantha took a breath and yawned, forcing her eyes open and meeting his. “Stay with me for a little while?” She let the question hang in the air, before adding, “It can only be for a few minutes, but I’d just… like the company for a bit longer.”
“Sure, I’d be happy to.” He kept his hand holding hers and watched as she smiled her thanks, shut her eyes, and a moment later was fast asleep.
Though a few things bothered him at the moment, like the eagerness of Jack to go into the bookstore and bring Samantha out, not to mention that gaze they gave each other that also caught the attention of Special Agent Van Doren afterwards, right now, one of his friends was struggling with the pain of being shot. There honestly wasn’t anywhere else he wanted to be.
At least she trusted him enough to stay now. Really, on the whole he was the one doing great and prepared to ensure she would be doing the same, with time of course.
Author: Broni.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: Post-ep ‘Fall Out 2’.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Summary: From one friend to another.
~*~
He handed over the money and sent the cashier a smile, grabbing the bouquet of flowers and teddy bear before turning and heading out of the small gift store.
Finally he’d made it to the hospital to see her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it’d just been a very busy day or so, wrapping up the case of Barry Mashburn’s hostage situation and the fallout from Samantha’s shooting. He still couldn’t believe that she had been shot. It was surreal. One moment she was handling the situation perfectly, the next minute she was bleeding out on the bookstore floor.
Martin was surprised but was more thankful that she was alive and well.
He headed to the elevator and pressed the button, being taken up to her room.
On the whole, he still didn’t feel like he knew Samantha very well. They got along when they had to and had shared the odd quip here and there, but he didn’t feel like he knew the real her, so he was a bit nervous to show up, especially with gifts. Would she appreciate them? Or laugh him in the face? She was a hard person to read.
He did know that she didn’t talk about her past, which was fair enough. He didn’t like to talk about his past either. Well some aspects of it more than others, of course. He didn’t mind talking about his family. Samantha, however, well he didn’t know anything about her family. He knew that she wasn’t a native New Yorker, but that’s about it.
How long would it be until she’d open up to him more and see him more as a friend then merely as a colleague? He’d tried to be approachable and nice, but it seemed that wasn’t enough. Danny was a tough nut to crack, and he’d only just managed to break through his tough exterior with that OPR investigation.
Vivian and Jack, well they went with the tide with new people it seemed, but Samantha… she was different. She was wary and cautious with new people.
Hopefully the meds would help him out a bit and loosen Samantha up.
Stepping up to the room he was told was hers Martin approached slowly, but upon hearing familiar voices inside, walked inside with a smile. “I didn’t know this was the party ward,” he quipped.
In front of him lay Samantha, her eyes tired, face a lighter shade to what he was used to and body covered with the white blanket and sheet. Her golden hair was pulled back in a ponytail but some tendrils were loose and tucked behind her ears. If he didn’t know she’d been shot, he wouldn’t have guessed as much. She just looked tired.
Danny and Vivian occupied the two visitor’s chairs on either side of her bed, and all of them were smiling. There were bouquets of flowers next to the bed on the bedside table and shelves that were surrounding the bed, and a big bunch of ‘Get Well’ balloons. He suspected those came from Danny. He seemed to enjoy embarrassing and annoying Samantha at times.
They all looked up at him as he stepped into the room, their smiles not disappearing. This was a nice change! “Hey Martin,” Vivian replied. “Someone just woke up from a nap and is a bit groggy.”
“Tired are you?” Martin asked, looking at Danny with a broad grin.
Danny rolled his eyes. “Very funny, rookie. Took you long enough to get here.”
“I chose to get my report out of the way rather than let all that paperwork pile up,” Martin admitted with a smile. “As much as I’d like to talk about you all day, as we usually do, I’m here to see someone else.” He walked up to Samantha and leant down, kissing her forehead. “How are you doing college girl?”
She nodded weakly. “Okay. Well aside from sore, tired, bed-ridden…”
“That’s good to hear.” He gestured to all the gifts as he set his bunch of flowers among them. “Looks like I was beaten to the gift shop.”
Samantha shook her head. “Thank you, I appreciate them.” Her eyes landed on the teddy bear and she reached for it. “I’ll hold that one. Haven’t gotten one of these yet.”
Martin smiled as she held it close, running her fingers lazily over its soft fabric. “At least I’m first in something.”
Looking down at her watch, Vivian sighed. “Well if you’re staying for a while Martin, I might head off, get started on that paperwork you mentioned.”
“You don’t have to leave because I got here,” Martin interjected.
“I don’t need a minder, Viv,” Samantha replied, rolling her eyes and not looking too impressed.
Danny stood with a smile. “The jury’s out on that one Sam. You rest and I’ll see you tomorrow night, all right? I’ll swing by in the evening with some food.”
“Can you call before you get here?” she asked. “The doctor said I have to get plenty of rest and my appetite honestly isn’t what it was yesterday.”
He nodded. “Consider it done.” They both leaned down and kissed Samantha’s cheek, bidding her and Martin a goodnight before disappearing out the door.
Once they were out of the room, Martin took a breath and smiled awkwardly at Samantha. “I have to admit, I didn’t know I was this good at dispersing a crowd. Maybe I should have become a traffic cop?”
“That’s cute,” Samantha breathed with a weak smile. She shifted on the bed and he could see her brow furrow slightly. “Mmm this bed is a killer.”
“Do you want me to call the nurse?” He stood and looked around for the call button, but Samantha reached a hand out to stop him. “Are you sure?”
She reached for another control on her lap and pressed the button. “Yeah, it’s just the pain. It comes and goes. I have to get used to using this morphine drip.”
“Oh.” Martin waited a few seconds so she could let the medication seep into her and get comfortable on the bed, watching her carefully. “I can come back another time.”
“It’s fine, really.” She opened her eyes and offered him a tiny smile.
Martin took a breath. “How much pain are you in?”
“Barely any.”
But he didn’t buy it. “Really Sam, how much?”
“Well…” She shut her eyes and licked her lips, shifting a little bit more on the bed but careful not to move her bad leg. “Quite a lot, actually. It’s uh… getting shot is probably the worst thing in the world.”
He smiled weakly, filling up a plastic cup on the nightstand with some water from a pitcher and handing it to her, seeing that her lips were dry. “I’ll have to trust you on that one.”
Samantha sipped from the straw gently. “Oh thanks. How’d you know I was thirsty?”
“Just a good guesser.” He waited for her to finish off the entire cup before placing it back on the table, turning his attention back to her, his arms folded in his lap as he leant on his thighs. “So… how are you doing?”
Samantha smiled weakly and shook her head. “Everyone keeps asking me that.”
“What do you tell them?” he replied.
“That I’m tired, in a bit of pain and waiting for that token hot male nurse to finally give me a sponge bath,” she quipped with a small chuckle.
Martin nodded weakly. “Why aren’t you telling me the same thing?”
“You seem to be able to read me better than that,” she replied, “or at least prefer to hear the real answer.”
“Guess I need to work on my poker face,” he joked.
She chuckled. “Maybe.” She brought a hand up and he could see her movements were slow and a bit clumsy as she pushed some hair behind her ear. The medication was probably kicking in and he knew it wouldn’t be long until she was fast asleep. “I hate being here and I hate that my own gun shot me. I should have done better in there.”
But Martin shook his head. “You did the right thing. If it were me, I would have done the same, still got shot but probably in a much worse place.”
That brought a smile to her face. “That’d be a hell of a thing to have in a report.”
“And in my Christmas letter to the family,” he added.
“Yeah.” She chuckled once more and let her eyes shut, but still turned her head to face him. “If I fall asleep in a moment, thanks for visiting.”
He shrugged and instinctively reached for her hand, grazing his fingers over her warm and very smooth skin. “I’ll be back tomorrow. There’ll be plenty of time for you to thank me.”
“I guessed as much.” She moved one of her fingers and grazed his, sending a shiver to course up his spine and make the hairs on his head and on the back of his neck stand up. It was completely unexpected but he couldn’t keep from smiling. “Can you do something for me?”
Her voice was a bit raspier as she was quickly being drawn closer to sleep, so Martin shifted closer straining to hear her. “What’s that?”
Samantha took a breath and yawned, forcing her eyes open and meeting his. “Stay with me for a little while?” She let the question hang in the air, before adding, “It can only be for a few minutes, but I’d just… like the company for a bit longer.”
“Sure, I’d be happy to.” He kept his hand holding hers and watched as she smiled her thanks, shut her eyes, and a moment later was fast asleep.
Though a few things bothered him at the moment, like the eagerness of Jack to go into the bookstore and bring Samantha out, not to mention that gaze they gave each other that also caught the attention of Special Agent Van Doren afterwards, right now, one of his friends was struggling with the pain of being shot. There honestly wasn’t anywhere else he wanted to be.
At least she trusted him enough to stay now. Really, on the whole he was the one doing great and prepared to ensure she would be doing the same, with time of course.
