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Title: In Due Course
Chapter: 4
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: R for swearing and um I wish I could really write porn
She had dreamed about seeing him again; smelling his light cologne, getting lost in his eyes. Although only eight months had passed it seemed like years had actually gone by. Time had swiftly moved on and he was further out of her life than he had ever been.
She was hoping to be able to be completely professional to Jack. Samantha didn’t want emotions that had no place interfering with the job at hand. Still loving him was all for naught; he was a married father all over again.
Her words got stuck in her throat and as the elevator doors began closing, Jack pushed his arm in between.
“Maybe we should meet outside of the elevator.” She could tell he was trying to diffuse a stressful situation but for once his words fell short.
“Yeah,” was the only thing she could respond as she walked jelly like into the hallway.
He began walking back to his office and she followed suit glancing over where her desk use to be.
“Danny, Martin and Elena are all out working on a case. Viv is in court today if you were looking for her.”
“Oh, okay.”
He opened the door to his office and ushered her. It would have played the same if she were a stranger coming for a meeting. It was formal not friendly.
“Take a seat,” he said, going to his own chair.
Samantha’s eyes scanned the wedding picture of the happy couple behind him and another of a beautiful baby. The walls where the same but it wasn’t the same office anymore- Anne’s presence was felt.
“How are you?” He asked playing with a pen that had laid on his desk.
“Great.”
“That’s good.”
“You?” She was sorry she asked it the minute the word left her mouth.
Jack shrugged, “Honestly not that great. Anne and I are separated and once again my child is living in another state.”
The air seemed to leave the room. Samantha grabbed on the chair’s arm to support her. They were separated? Already?
“I want to try consoling but...Anne hasn’t been in a good frame of mind. Max’s death is still effecting her. So she took a job in Hartford for a few months. Hopefully we’ll be able to work out something when she comes home,” he finished saying.
“I’m sorry, Jack.”
“Yeah well. I’m glad things are good for you at least. Any lucky guy in your life?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“After this case is done I’m sure you’ll meet a nice one in Chicago.”
“I saw Maria in the market once.” She wasn’t sure why she had blurted this information out but her pounding heart and whooshing head might have had something to do with it.
He was silent for a moment before answering. “Oh really. Did she have the girls with her?”
“Kate.”
Jack smiled at the mention of his daughter’s name.
“She said hello to me.”
“Maria? Wow, I never expected that.” Jack let out a slight laugh.
“No I meant Kate.” A grin appeared on Sam’s face. “Kate said hello to me.”
“Kate always knew who to like.” Jack laughed. “I thought for a moment something was wrong with the world if Maria suddenly wanted to be your best bud.”
“I don’t ever expect Maria and I to go to yoga together. Maybe kick-boxing if she wanted to kick me ass.”
“I have a feeling Agent Spade you would have a leg up on her in that department.” He winked and for a moment it seemed the years had rewound.
They went easily from there into a discussion of Frankie Harrington, his plan and the best way to capture him. Jack had come up with the idea of the “killing” taking place at his apartment. It seemed Anne and Jack had moved into a secure building with 24 hour security that also housed many cops. Jack reasoned that it would be easier to keep the rest of the city safe and lure Frankie to a trap. Samantha agreed but was hesitant on using the apartment as a decoy. So when Jack offered to show it to her she was in Agent Spade mode thinking of the best way for their plan to work. She hadn’t allowed herself to factor in being alone in an apartment with a man she still had feelings for.
The apartment building was on the upper East side in a quiet neighborhood. The apartment itself was full fo pottery that seemed to be Anne’s doing.
“Nice place you got here,” she said. She wasn’t sure Jack’s plan to nap Frankie was a good one- too much could go wrong.
“Thanks. Anne took a pottery class...” he began but didn’t finish the thought. “You want anything to drink?”
“I should be heading back- I promised the boys dinner with them.”
“Ah.” He paused looking more at the ground than at her. “Do you want something to eat here then?”
“Jack, what are you doing?”
He shrugged. “Just asking if you wanted food. The fridge is stocked. I thought maybe you were hungry. You don’t have to jump down my throat.”
“It doesn’t seem odd to ask me if I want to stay at your new love shack for dinner?” Samantha’s voice raised.
“Love shack? This is an apartment, Samantha, for grown ups.”
“This isn’t your apartment Jack, it’s Anne’s.”
“What the fuck are you saying?”
“Look around, where are you? Did you choose the color scheme, the furniture, those damn pieces of pottery? I don’t see an ounce of Jack Malone here; I see the person your wife wants to make you into.”
Jack’s face was red now. “Fuck you.”
“Oh, nice language, Jack, when you can’t hear the truth.” Samantha’s heart began racing.
“You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you in the butt.”
“Really?” Sam bit her lower lip. Everything was rattling around inside of her like she was on fire. “What truth are you referring to?”
Jack came closer. “For one thing you couldn’t realize you didn’t give a crap about Martin until he dumped you.”
“Maybe because I was trying to get over someone.”
“Thanks nice, Sam, to use someone else as a rebound.”
“Gee, I should have taken tips from your wife. Was Max’s body even cold when she was trying to get in your pants?”
Jack muttered something, “Actually I was the one who made the first move...”
“Oh so you’re the rebound whore, I’m glad we have that cleared up. Were you trying to get over Maria?”
“No, probably you!” he yelled.
“Fuck off, Jack.”
“Fuck off, Sam.”
Their eyes locked and soon their lips. The memory of their old kisses coming back but now bubbled over with the heat of their argument. Their love making before had been more sweet and tender but at this moment she wanted to break him. She wanted to make him remember how good they were together, how she tasted, what he had given away. She wanted him sorry, upset, miserable like she was. And plainly Samantha Spade once again just wanted Jack Malone.
They broke a piece of pottery that was on the living room table as they fell into a heap on the floor. It’s pieces scattered around them as they groped for what they had lost- each other. Samantha couldn’t help but take some satisfaction in knowing she broke a piece of Anne away from him.
To be continued...
Chapter: 4
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: R for swearing and um I wish I could really write porn
She had dreamed about seeing him again; smelling his light cologne, getting lost in his eyes. Although only eight months had passed it seemed like years had actually gone by. Time had swiftly moved on and he was further out of her life than he had ever been.
She was hoping to be able to be completely professional to Jack. Samantha didn’t want emotions that had no place interfering with the job at hand. Still loving him was all for naught; he was a married father all over again.
Her words got stuck in her throat and as the elevator doors began closing, Jack pushed his arm in between.
“Maybe we should meet outside of the elevator.” She could tell he was trying to diffuse a stressful situation but for once his words fell short.
“Yeah,” was the only thing she could respond as she walked jelly like into the hallway.
He began walking back to his office and she followed suit glancing over where her desk use to be.
“Danny, Martin and Elena are all out working on a case. Viv is in court today if you were looking for her.”
“Oh, okay.”
He opened the door to his office and ushered her. It would have played the same if she were a stranger coming for a meeting. It was formal not friendly.
“Take a seat,” he said, going to his own chair.
Samantha’s eyes scanned the wedding picture of the happy couple behind him and another of a beautiful baby. The walls where the same but it wasn’t the same office anymore- Anne’s presence was felt.
“How are you?” He asked playing with a pen that had laid on his desk.
“Great.”
“That’s good.”
“You?” She was sorry she asked it the minute the word left her mouth.
Jack shrugged, “Honestly not that great. Anne and I are separated and once again my child is living in another state.”
The air seemed to leave the room. Samantha grabbed on the chair’s arm to support her. They were separated? Already?
“I want to try consoling but...Anne hasn’t been in a good frame of mind. Max’s death is still effecting her. So she took a job in Hartford for a few months. Hopefully we’ll be able to work out something when she comes home,” he finished saying.
“I’m sorry, Jack.”
“Yeah well. I’m glad things are good for you at least. Any lucky guy in your life?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“After this case is done I’m sure you’ll meet a nice one in Chicago.”
“I saw Maria in the market once.” She wasn’t sure why she had blurted this information out but her pounding heart and whooshing head might have had something to do with it.
He was silent for a moment before answering. “Oh really. Did she have the girls with her?”
“Kate.”
Jack smiled at the mention of his daughter’s name.
“She said hello to me.”
“Maria? Wow, I never expected that.” Jack let out a slight laugh.
“No I meant Kate.” A grin appeared on Sam’s face. “Kate said hello to me.”
“Kate always knew who to like.” Jack laughed. “I thought for a moment something was wrong with the world if Maria suddenly wanted to be your best bud.”
“I don’t ever expect Maria and I to go to yoga together. Maybe kick-boxing if she wanted to kick me ass.”
“I have a feeling Agent Spade you would have a leg up on her in that department.” He winked and for a moment it seemed the years had rewound.
They went easily from there into a discussion of Frankie Harrington, his plan and the best way to capture him. Jack had come up with the idea of the “killing” taking place at his apartment. It seemed Anne and Jack had moved into a secure building with 24 hour security that also housed many cops. Jack reasoned that it would be easier to keep the rest of the city safe and lure Frankie to a trap. Samantha agreed but was hesitant on using the apartment as a decoy. So when Jack offered to show it to her she was in Agent Spade mode thinking of the best way for their plan to work. She hadn’t allowed herself to factor in being alone in an apartment with a man she still had feelings for.
The apartment building was on the upper East side in a quiet neighborhood. The apartment itself was full fo pottery that seemed to be Anne’s doing.
“Nice place you got here,” she said. She wasn’t sure Jack’s plan to nap Frankie was a good one- too much could go wrong.
“Thanks. Anne took a pottery class...” he began but didn’t finish the thought. “You want anything to drink?”
“I should be heading back- I promised the boys dinner with them.”
“Ah.” He paused looking more at the ground than at her. “Do you want something to eat here then?”
“Jack, what are you doing?”
He shrugged. “Just asking if you wanted food. The fridge is stocked. I thought maybe you were hungry. You don’t have to jump down my throat.”
“It doesn’t seem odd to ask me if I want to stay at your new love shack for dinner?” Samantha’s voice raised.
“Love shack? This is an apartment, Samantha, for grown ups.”
“This isn’t your apartment Jack, it’s Anne’s.”
“What the fuck are you saying?”
“Look around, where are you? Did you choose the color scheme, the furniture, those damn pieces of pottery? I don’t see an ounce of Jack Malone here; I see the person your wife wants to make you into.”
Jack’s face was red now. “Fuck you.”
“Oh, nice language, Jack, when you can’t hear the truth.” Samantha’s heart began racing.
“You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you in the butt.”
“Really?” Sam bit her lower lip. Everything was rattling around inside of her like she was on fire. “What truth are you referring to?”
Jack came closer. “For one thing you couldn’t realize you didn’t give a crap about Martin until he dumped you.”
“Maybe because I was trying to get over someone.”
“Thanks nice, Sam, to use someone else as a rebound.”
“Gee, I should have taken tips from your wife. Was Max’s body even cold when she was trying to get in your pants?”
Jack muttered something, “Actually I was the one who made the first move...”
“Oh so you’re the rebound whore, I’m glad we have that cleared up. Were you trying to get over Maria?”
“No, probably you!” he yelled.
“Fuck off, Jack.”
“Fuck off, Sam.”
Their eyes locked and soon their lips. The memory of their old kisses coming back but now bubbled over with the heat of their argument. Their love making before had been more sweet and tender but at this moment she wanted to break him. She wanted to make him remember how good they were together, how she tasted, what he had given away. She wanted him sorry, upset, miserable like she was. And plainly Samantha Spade once again just wanted Jack Malone.
They broke a piece of pottery that was on the living room table as they fell into a heap on the floor. It’s pieces scattered around them as they groped for what they had lost- each other. Samantha couldn’t help but take some satisfaction in knowing she broke a piece of Anne away from him.
To be continued...