A/N: This is set somewhere in season 2. Enjoy, and tell me what you think.
It had been a long, tiring day at the FBI building as Martin Fitzgerald walked down the hall in search of the coffee pot.
Martin lifted his hand to his head and winced in pain as his headache throbbed harder. He let out a moan as he turned the corner to quickly and bumped into someone.
As Martin looked down to see who had bumped into him, his frown quickly turned into a smile as he saw the beautiful Samantha Spade smiling up at him.
"Hey," Sam greeted and continued walking with Martin.
"Hey Sam," Martin smiled wearily.
"Long day huh," Sam said sympathetically.
Martin had hardly slept the night before and had come in especially early that morning to work on their latest case.
A nine-year-old girl had been kidnapped and the team had been racing around the clock to get her home safely. They found her eventually, but she was in bad condition. She was beat and raped.
Martin took it hard, finding her like that, half dead. And he tried to hide his emotions all day but it was no use, and now all he wanted was to go home and relax.
"Yep. And it's not over," Martin said miserably and turned to face Sam, "Paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork"
Martin spun around to walk away but stopped when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.
"Martin?" Sam asked softly. Martin turned to face Sam His eyes were gloomy and tired.
"Martin are you ok?" She asked in a concerned voice.
"Yeah," Martin breathed out, "I'm just tired"
Sam let out a sigh and lifted her hand to Martin's face, gently caressing his cheek with her thumb.
She leaned in and placed a soft, quick kiss on his lips.
"Aren't you scared someone'll see us?" Martin whispered.
"Practically everyone's gone home already," Sam whispered flirtatiously, as she ran her hands over Martin's chest. She leaned in closer so her lips hovered over his.
"Mmmmm," Martin groaned in pleasure, but then slowly pulled away.
"Paperwork," he reminded her and walked towards the coffee.
Sam sighed loudly and followed.
"Ok, I can wait," She pouted.
They reached the coffee pot to find Jack, Vivian and Danny crowding around it.
"What's going on?" Sam asked curiously.
"Someone's made a new batch of coffee. It's some weird mocha-chocolate mix and it's to die for," Danny said tantalizingly licking his lips.
"Here try some," Jack offered, handing Martin a full cup.
"Okay," Martin accepted.
"God this is good," Martin agreed after sipping his coffee.
"So who bought it?" asked Sam as she poured herself a cup.
"I dunno, it was already in the pot when I got here," Vivian filled in.
"Well, better get back to it," Danny said as he walked back to his desk, followed by Vivian.
"If anyone needs me I'll be in my office," Jack informed as he walked away.
Martin lifted his mug to take another sip but frowned when he saw the confused look on Sam's face.
"What's wrong?" Martin asked.
"I dunno, I just, I feel a little… weird," She replied rubbing her forehead.
"Are you ok?" Martin asked concerned.
"Yeah," Sam replied forcing a smile, "I guess I'm just a little tired too"
Before Martin could reply, they heard a crash from the Audio room.
They looked at each other in confusion and both ran towards the audio room.
As they entered, they were shocked to see Dave, the audio recordings expert, lying motionless on the floor.
"Oh God," Martin yelled, rushing towards Dave. There was a smashed coffee mug on the floor which must have been knocked off the table.
"Is he ok?" Sam asked anxiously, supporting his head in her lap.
Martin checked for a pulse and breathed out a sigh of relief.
"He's alive. I think he might have just fainted," Martin told Sam, "Sam?"
Sam didn't reply. She was just staring blankly at Dave.
"Sam," He shouted, waving his hand in front of her.
"We gotta get him to the couch"
Martin dragged Dave to the nearby couch and Sam just watched.
"Stay here, I'm gonna go tell Jack," Martin said getting up to leave but Sam stopped him.
"No, uh, I'm gonna come with you," Sam said shakily.
Martin looked at her confused.
"I uh," she stuttered nervously, "I've just got this really eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad is gonna happen" Martin knelt down to meet Sam's eyes with his.
"Sam, what's wrong? You're acting…not yourself," Martin asked softly. He grabbed her hands in his and squeezed them.
"Look it's nothing, I've just got this bad feeling ok?" Sam said defensively, pulling away from Martin.
"Ok," Martin answered clearly hurt. Martin followed Sam out the door, shooting her a quick glance. He was really worrying about her. She looked really freaked, and she was acting strange, and Martin couldn't figure out why.
Dave fainted, that's all. Sam had seen much, much worse before.
Sam, who was walking in front of Martin suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
Wendy, the file clerk, was lying face down on the floor.
"What the hell is going on around her?" Sam asked, frantically checking for a pulse.
Martin knelt down and gently slapped Wendy's face, trying to waker her up.
"Martin, something really weird is going on, something wrong," Sam said shakily.
"Look we-" Martin started but was interrupted by a crash from the next room.
Martin got up first, pulled Sam up, and they both sprinted to the next room.
Vivian lay on the floor, a smashed lamp lying next to her.
"Viv," Danny shouted and knelt down beside her, "Vivian wake up"
"What's going on out here?" Jack bellowed as he stormed out his office.
"Viv she, she felt dizzy, and then she just fell," Danny said panicking.
Sam rushed to help but stopped halfway as everything started to spin.
"M-Martin," She murmured and started to wobble. She tried to focus her eyes but everything was a blur. She fell to the floor, hitting her head on the leg of the table.
"Samantha," Martin yelled as he saw the blonde blurry figure fall.
He could feel his head pounding hard and a burning pain in his chest. He started shaking, and tried to grab onto the table for support but missed and fell to the ground. He could hear voices yelling, but he couldn't make out the words, and all he could see was the office spinning out of control until… everything went black.