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The next chapter of the WaT story. The morning after can be very cruel ;)
Title: In Due Course
Chapter: 5
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: PG-13
It had seemed at first a dream when her eyes opened and she found herself tightly held in his arms. His breath was lightly tickling her neck. She felt safe, secure and happy. He moved slightly and she gently pushed his arms away so she could get up.
Samantha looked back at Jack still sleeping in the covers. She smiled slightly and grabbed her clothes taking a look at the time- 11:35 PM. Frankie and Diego were probably wondering what had happened to her seeing dinner was long past. Stealing a memo pad from Jack’s desk she quickly scribbled, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Sam.” She was never one for the overuse of the word “love” nor a person that would thank another for their night together. What she said was enough in her mind. She left the note next to his clock so he couldn’t miss it and stealing a quick kiss to his forehead, left the apartment he had shared with wife number two.
She reasoned, as she stood waiting for a cab to drive by, that she should feel some guilt. He was after all a married man still, there was no mention of divorce, but instead happiness swelled up inside her. She still lived in Chicago, he in New York so she knew better than to plan a happy ever after for each other. But they hadn’t been able to deny their attraction, their feelings for each other and she couldn’t help but be excited about that. It had been too many years between the time their affair had ended and now. Too many nights not spent together, too much angst. If she couldn’t have him forever she was glad at least to have this new memory of him. She had missed his touch so much.
The city was still alive with activity as the cab took her through Times Square and back to the hotel. She could feel the timber of the crowd, the romance in the air between the couples holding hands and for once she felt it too. Only Jack Malone had ever made her feel like a school girl gleeful over a crush. She wasn’t in her hotel room five minutes before she heard a knock on the adjourning room door.
“Shelly, you there?”
“Yeah,” she responded, opening it up to see a white faced Frankie and Diego looking back at her.
“What happened to you, girl?” Diego asked.
“You never came back here for dinner, we got nervous,” Frankie added.
“I’m sorry, I lost track of time as I was following the FBI agent.” Sam shrugged.
“Is that all the happened? Your hair is a mess, sweetie.” Frankie may have been planning Jack’s murder but he had all heart concerning “Shelly”.
“I...I tripped in Central Park, got all messy.” It was a lame excuse but the one she thought of off the top of her head.
“Be careful we want the agent dead, not you. You are going to be our cover girl for the likes of...People magazine.” A grin returned to Frankie’s face. “Just wait till you’re on the cover of every fancy magazine.”
“I..can’t.” Samantha yawned. “Guys, I’m really tired and I want to continue my tracking of Agent Malone tomorrow so I’m turning in.”
“Sleep well.” Frankie closed the door with a slight wave.
Sam sighed as she pulled her boots off and laid down on the white bedspread. She wished Jack could be with her, laying beside her, holding her again tightly. She fell into a deep sleep dreaming of him but not in a pleasant tone. She had a nightmare instead, imaging Jack getting shot by Frankie as a group of reporters watched and camera crews filmed. She had tried to save him but she was too late, stuck behind all the reporters lying in the bed they had shared. She was left to watch him die unable to reach him. And then Frankie was pointing at her, calling out to the reporters that she was Jack Malone’s mistress. She awoke with a start.
Glancing at the clock she noticed that morning had already come. A new day and another chance to talk with Jack. She showered, dressed quickly and told Frankie she would trailing Jack all day.
She took a cab to the FBI building, meeting Danny outside who dropped her off at Jack’s office door.
She strode into the office, her face smiling at seeing the dark suited man behind the desk. “Morning, Jack. I just saw Danny, he looks great,” she began taking a seat.
“What the hell kind of game are you playing, Sam?” Jack directed the question at her but it seemed he must be talking to someone else.
“What? Jack you’ve lost me.” She shook her head wondering if she was actually dreaming still.
“Last night, Sam was that all part of the plan?”
“What? Jack, I’m at a total loss here.”
His eyes were narrowed, she hadn’t seen him that angry for a long time. Opening up his desk he removed a small photo and slapped it down in front of her.
Samantha’s eyes grew wide and she felt the breath catch in her throat, ‘Oh God,” she said as she looked at the photo of Jack and her kissing last night.
To be continued...
Title: In Due Course
Chapter: 5
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: PG-13
It had seemed at first a dream when her eyes opened and she found herself tightly held in his arms. His breath was lightly tickling her neck. She felt safe, secure and happy. He moved slightly and she gently pushed his arms away so she could get up.
Samantha looked back at Jack still sleeping in the covers. She smiled slightly and grabbed her clothes taking a look at the time- 11:35 PM. Frankie and Diego were probably wondering what had happened to her seeing dinner was long past. Stealing a memo pad from Jack’s desk she quickly scribbled, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Sam.” She was never one for the overuse of the word “love” nor a person that would thank another for their night together. What she said was enough in her mind. She left the note next to his clock so he couldn’t miss it and stealing a quick kiss to his forehead, left the apartment he had shared with wife number two.
She reasoned, as she stood waiting for a cab to drive by, that she should feel some guilt. He was after all a married man still, there was no mention of divorce, but instead happiness swelled up inside her. She still lived in Chicago, he in New York so she knew better than to plan a happy ever after for each other. But they hadn’t been able to deny their attraction, their feelings for each other and she couldn’t help but be excited about that. It had been too many years between the time their affair had ended and now. Too many nights not spent together, too much angst. If she couldn’t have him forever she was glad at least to have this new memory of him. She had missed his touch so much.
The city was still alive with activity as the cab took her through Times Square and back to the hotel. She could feel the timber of the crowd, the romance in the air between the couples holding hands and for once she felt it too. Only Jack Malone had ever made her feel like a school girl gleeful over a crush. She wasn’t in her hotel room five minutes before she heard a knock on the adjourning room door.
“Shelly, you there?”
“Yeah,” she responded, opening it up to see a white faced Frankie and Diego looking back at her.
“What happened to you, girl?” Diego asked.
“You never came back here for dinner, we got nervous,” Frankie added.
“I’m sorry, I lost track of time as I was following the FBI agent.” Sam shrugged.
“Is that all the happened? Your hair is a mess, sweetie.” Frankie may have been planning Jack’s murder but he had all heart concerning “Shelly”.
“I...I tripped in Central Park, got all messy.” It was a lame excuse but the one she thought of off the top of her head.
“Be careful we want the agent dead, not you. You are going to be our cover girl for the likes of...People magazine.” A grin returned to Frankie’s face. “Just wait till you’re on the cover of every fancy magazine.”
“I..can’t.” Samantha yawned. “Guys, I’m really tired and I want to continue my tracking of Agent Malone tomorrow so I’m turning in.”
“Sleep well.” Frankie closed the door with a slight wave.
Sam sighed as she pulled her boots off and laid down on the white bedspread. She wished Jack could be with her, laying beside her, holding her again tightly. She fell into a deep sleep dreaming of him but not in a pleasant tone. She had a nightmare instead, imaging Jack getting shot by Frankie as a group of reporters watched and camera crews filmed. She had tried to save him but she was too late, stuck behind all the reporters lying in the bed they had shared. She was left to watch him die unable to reach him. And then Frankie was pointing at her, calling out to the reporters that she was Jack Malone’s mistress. She awoke with a start.
Glancing at the clock she noticed that morning had already come. A new day and another chance to talk with Jack. She showered, dressed quickly and told Frankie she would trailing Jack all day.
She took a cab to the FBI building, meeting Danny outside who dropped her off at Jack’s office door.
She strode into the office, her face smiling at seeing the dark suited man behind the desk. “Morning, Jack. I just saw Danny, he looks great,” she began taking a seat.
“What the hell kind of game are you playing, Sam?” Jack directed the question at her but it seemed he must be talking to someone else.
“What? Jack you’ve lost me.” She shook her head wondering if she was actually dreaming still.
“Last night, Sam was that all part of the plan?”
“What? Jack, I’m at a total loss here.”
His eyes were narrowed, she hadn’t seen him that angry for a long time. Opening up his desk he removed a small photo and slapped it down in front of her.
Samantha’s eyes grew wide and she felt the breath catch in her throat, ‘Oh God,” she said as she looked at the photo of Jack and her kissing last night.
To be continued...